Page 86 of Never Feed a Dragon

And full of heat.

I kneeled down in front of him, not bothering to ask for permission.

He’d snarled at me for asking two or three times during heat, and I’d done the same. Neither of us really had boundaries when it came to sex.

I pulled his hand off his erection and replaced it with my own, holding the base of him.

A strained curse rumbled his chest.

When I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, he was already shuddering.

I bobbed twice, and he lost control.

His hands buried in my hair, his roars filling the air and his hips thrusting as he filled my mouth with his release. He swore viciously when I licked him clean, his cock already jerking again.

He still wanted more, and we weren’t even going through heat.

That was enough to inflate my ego a little.

He didn’t give me time to linger on the ego boost, though.

Eli grabbed my waist and hauled me to my feet, spinning me around. He got my bra off before my chest collided with the shower’s wall. Before I finished gasping at the suddenness, he’d yanked my thong to the side and thrust into me.

His growl of approval was savage.

My moan was loud, and desperate.

His teeth cut into my shoulder, and the orgasm hit me hard and fast.

My frantic cries flooded the air, my hips moving against the wall while he fucked me from behind. His fingers worked my clit, dragging my pleasure out as he licked my shoulder clean while it healed rapidly.

Then bit me again.

Harder.

He thrust into me roughly, and the noise in my throat died as my second climax hit.

My body clenched around his cock as we lost control together.

Eli remained inside me as the pleasure faded—and though his fingers eased up on my clit, they didn’t stop altogether.

“I hope you were coming in here to seduce me,” he rumbled, his lips brushing my ear. “Because I’m never going to be able to forget this.”

“Didn’t the blow job give me away?” I asked, still a bit breathless.

“I thought so.” His free hand slid up from my hip, landing on my breast and squeezing lightly.

“I didn’t realize it would still be this good when we’re not in heat.”

“We’re mates, Spaghetti. Our bodies were made for each other.” He kissed the side of my throat, and I tipped my head for him, exposing the rest of it. “It’ll always be like this.”

“Do you have any evidence of that?” I whispered, goosebumps erupting on my arms as his lips moved down the side of my throat.

“I accidentally walked in on my parents having wild sex after five centuries of marriage. Want me to send you the mental images?”

I cringed. “Okay, fine, I believe you. Our test run is starting now.”

He chuckled, his lips brushing my neck again. “There’s one thing we should get straight before it really starts.”

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