Page 87 of Never Feed a Dragon

“What is it?”

“You’re afraid of being the one who loves more, and getting hurt because of it.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

A very accurate one that immediately made me stiffen.

“But I already claimed that role,” he said, and kissed my neck yet again. “I’m the one who loves more, and I’m positively fucking thrilled with that. You can try to push me away, you can try not to fall for me—but regardless of what you do, I’ll always be here, loving you.”

My throat swelled.

My eyes stung.

“Is that even really a relationship?”

“It’s a mate bond. That’s all I care about.” He slipped one of his hands into my hair and tipped my head further to the side. “Though I enjoy this a whole damn lot.”

He thrust into me again, and I groaned. “Eli…”

“Yes, Spaghetti?” His voice was hot, but playful too.

“Can you forget your obsession with walls and take me to bed for once?”

He laughed, loudly. “Have you forgotten heat already? I proved my affection for mattresses plenty.”

Despite his words, he turned the water off and carried me to the bed in the same position he’d had me pressed to the wall. His chest was to my back, my ass to his pelvis, and his cock still buried inside me. My legs went around the back of his hips a bit awkwardly, trying to ensure I wouldn’t land on my face.

Eli’s grip was steady enough that I shouldn’t have worried about it, but I was still just a little nervous.

He set me on the mattress on my stomach, and immediately folded one of my legs up so he could roll me onto my back without pulling out. When I was settled, his hands slid over my body slowly, the pressure of his touch incredible.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, catching my breast in one of his palms and dragging a thumb over my nipple.

“I think you’re prettier than me.”

He hiked my knee up higher, and slapped my ass playfully. It barely stung, and my hips arched in response.

Yeah, that felt good.

“I don’t want to hear that shit ever again. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, period.”

“What are you going to do to me if I don’t agree?” I tossed back, trying to get him to smack my backside again.

It worked.

He swatted my ass, and I arched against him again, making him throb inside me.

“Tie your sassy little ass to this bed and have my way with you until you apologize.” His eyes were bright, the challenge in them clear.

“Anyone with eyes can see that I’m right. You’re the prettiest one of us, and—ohhh shit.” I hissed out the last part as he thrust into me, hard.

Then pulled out.

I groaned immediately at the loss, but he was back a moment later with a few pairs of what looked like sweatpants. He leaned over me again, the length of his cock pressing against my core as he captured my wrists above my head and tied them to the headboard.

I tugged at them a little, the heat in my body rising when I realized he had me trapped. I wasn’t positive I liked the loss of control—and had never done something that kinky before—but my desire was growing, not shrinking. So, I’d play along.

Eli left my legs untied, and slowly kissed and licked his way down my body.

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