Mateo slowed but didn’t stop until the very last tremor and contraction subsided.
She was vaguely aware that Mateo was moving and taking her with him. It wasn’t until he’d set her down on the bed that she dared open her eyes. She’d taken everything, and given him nothing in return. Well, that was about to change. Mateo stood next to the bed, his chin still glistening with her juices and his eyes half-lidded. His cock, long, and hard, stood against his belly. Licking her lips, she looked up at him again.
His dark hair stood on end where she’d grasped and tugged at it in the throes of her orgasm. And now it was his turn. She couldn’t wait to taste him, touch him, learn every part of him.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his voice deep, raspy.
“What?” she asked, blinking up at him as she got on her hands and knees facing him.
“As much as I want those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, there is no way I’m coming anywhere but inside your sweet pussy right now.”
She moved a little closer. “Who says you can’t have both?”
“Not this time, mate. One swipe of that hot little tongue of yours and I’m done.” He took hold of his shaft at its base and stroked up to the tip, then released it with a moan.
Sloane sat back on her heels, spreading her knees further apart when his gaze traveled down her chest and past her belly. She brought one hand up to her breast, tweaking her tight nipple while she slid the other between her legs.
“Mine,” Mateo growled.
She hadn’t reached her clit before the bed dipped in front of her, and he was there, pushing her back. He followed her to the mattress, pressing her body into it, his weight a welcome burden. His cock rested between her legs, hot, and hard, but not inside her where she wanted it most. She tried to move, to get more friction, but he pinned her to the bed and lowered his lips to hers in a slow kiss that stole all reason.
She was the one who was supposed to be driving him wild, making him lose control, just as he’d taken her control moments earlier, yet she was getting lost in him all over again. It was time to take her dragon mate by the horns.
She pulled her lips from his, and kissed his jaw, scraping her teeth along the hard edge, teasing him as he’d done to her. When she reached his ear, she nibbled the shell, and his whole body stiffened against her. He moaned and thrust his hips, rubbing the hard length of his cock against her.
Damn, but that felt good.
“Do you know what I want, Mateo?” she whispered the words into his ear as she scratched her fingernails down his back, before cupping his ass in her hands, squeezing it, and pulling him closer.
“Tell me,” he commanded with a hiss.
She nipped his ear again. “I want to feel that hard cock of yours inside me.”
He groaned and pressed his lips to her shoulder. He thrust against her again. “I’m holding on by a thread, mate.”
“Don’t hold back.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He scraped his teeth along her shoulder, back and forth, his tongue darting out to taste her as he did. When he thrust against her again, another throaty moan slipped free.
“Please, Mateo, I need it. I need you.” She accentuated each sentence with a small bite, each one a little harder than the last.
“Sloane,” he growled against her skin.
“Now,” she demanded before she bit his shoulder hard. The coppery taste of his blood flooded her. She hadn’t intended on giving him her mating bite, but when the spicy taste of him coated her tongue, the she-dragon inside surged forward. Her teeth pointed, and when she clamped down, they sank deep. Pleasure rushed from her soul, saturating her entire being. His roar shook the walls, rattling the framed picture hanging there. He lifted himself from her body long enough to adjust his position before he plunged all the way in.
He paused with his cock buried inside her, and she could hardly breathe. Not because of his chiseled chest crushing her into the mattress, or how he filled her as full as she could be, stretching her to the very edge of ecstasy and pain. It wasn’t even the waves of pleasure pulsing from where their bodies joined. No, it was the intensity of his stare as he looked her in the eye.
“You’re mine, Sloane. Forever.”
She tilted her head, knowing what was coming—needing it. His hot breath reached her neck first, then his lips. When his teeth pierced her skin, pleasure exploded from that spot—consuming her. She closed her eyes and pressed her neck deeper into his bite, savoring the throbbing heat overwhelming her senses.
Mateo, teeth still clamped on her flesh, pulled his hips back, then thrust fast and hard, taking her soaring ever higher as he did it again and again. Each time he did, she licked or nipped at his mating mark. His sexy growl filled the room, broken only by her moans, as he pounded into her.