Page 7 of Kiss of Frost

She moaned and thrust her hips up. “Yes!” she cried, her voice cracking. “I want it.”

My magic flared higher, putting words on my tongue. “We’ll make you ours, lass. Worship you with our mouths, hands, and cocks. I’ll hold you open, and our mate will lick your pussy until you come. And when you’re trembling and begging for me, I’ll finger your pretty arse and hold that open, too. Nice and wide, Georgie, so our mate can slip his big dick inside.”

Her eyelids fluttered. Her nipples beaded, pushing against her barasta. I brushed a featherlight touch over one thrusting peak. It jutted harder.

“Gods,” she groaned, lifting her hips again. “Callum…”

My name on her lips nearly had me coming in my pants. “Aye,” I growled, holding her lock of hair before her eyes. “Watch.”

As she fixed her purple gaze on it, the black strands curled around my finger of their own accord.

She flicked startled eyes to mine. “How?”

“Your body knows its master.” When storm clouds gathered swiftly in her gaze, I planted my hands on either side of her shoulders and braced myself above her. “You can’t hide your desires, lass. Not from me. You want to be mastered, sweet Georgie, and it’s my privilege to give you exactly what you want.”

Her eyes darkened with raw lust—and it was like an injection shot directly into my veins. With the energy she was giving me, I could go without sex for months. But, fuck me, I didn’t want to.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” I said, trailing my fingers down her cheek. When she turned her face into my hand, seeking me, satisfaction joined the lust that threatened to crack my bones open. “Say it, lass. Ask for what you want.”

“Callum…” She bowed her spine, her body brushing mine from shoulder to thigh. Then she gripped my collar in both hands and yanked me down as she surged up to meet me. Our mouths crashed together, and her growl rumbled against my lips. “Fuck me, damn you, and make it as good as you promised.”

Chapter Three

GEORGIE

Callum hesitated above me for approximately one-tenth of a second.

Then he sprang into action, seizing my mouth as he gave me his full weight. His cock pressed between my thighs as he stroked his tongue boldly against mine, each caress so hot and thorough it stole my breath. I capitulated with a groan, my hands sliding into his hair before I even realized what I was doing. His thick waves were as soft as they looked, and I speared my fingers through them over and over as he kissed me with a passion that was both fiery and reverent.

How in the name of all the gods did he manage to make it both? And what the hell was I doing, sucking the face off a man I’d just met? I shouldn’t sleep with him. I couldn’t. I’d come to Castle Beithir to pay my respects to Niall Balfour and secure King Cormac’s permission to approach the Oracle. Hooking up with a half dragon, half incubus had not been part of the plan.

But my body didn’t seem to care. It wanted Callum McLeish and all the wicked promises he’d whispered in his rough, raspy voice. It wanted his big, hard body and strong, callused hands. He was undoubtedly a warrior. Most dragons trained from childhood. For all I knew, he’d been swinging a broadsword in the Highland mists for five centuries.

“Need to taste you,” he growled, switching from kisses to soft bites. He nipped at my bottom lip before pulling back and gazing down at me with unearthly green eyes. A lock of dark blond hair spilled over his forehead, giving him a roguish look. “I scent your honey, witchling, and I’m fit to die if I can’t have it.”

“How old are you?” I demanded.

“Eighty-one.” If he was surprised by the sudden question, he didn’t show it.

“Oh.”

Humor and the hint of a challenge twinkled in his eyes. “You were expecting something different?”

“I don’t know. Older, I guess.”

“More experienced,” he said, the twinkle growing brighter.

“Maybe.”

“Hmm.” Slowly, deliberately, he rolled his hips against mine, grinding the biggest dick I’d ever felt in my life against my aching pussy.

I couldn’t stifle my moan as I spread my legs, making more room for him.

He rewarded me with a sinuous thrust that dragged directly over my clit. When I sucked in a sharp breath, he gave me a lazy smile. “Want to know a secret?”

“Yes.” My kind loved secrets. We traded in them for fun and profit. Mostly profit.

“You don’t need experience if you know what you’re doing.” He lowered his head, and I braced for a kiss, but he caught my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently. At the same moment, he rolled his hips again, giving me another preview of the monster he was packing between his legs. As another moan broke from me, he released his bite and licked the sting he’d left behind. “And I know precisely what I’m doing, Georgie mine.” He moved fast, sitting up and flicking open the fasteners that marched down the front of my jacket. Flip, flip, flip, he reached the end of the line and flung my barasta open, exposing my lacy black bra and the swells of my breasts that rose above the demi cups.

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