Page 65 of The Heart of the Dragon

"Both," I demanded. Too far gone to think straight. Either she'd get on with it, or she'd find herself face down on her knees getting nailed by dragon dick.

Mate. Mine.

I had to give it to the dragon. He was singularly focused when it came to her. He wanted nothing more than to lay claim to her in every way that he could. However, I preferred to savor the moment a bit more before we went that far.

Although I did think we were both overdressed, and something had to be done about that. I opened my mouth and heated the air, making sure to control the temperature—hot enough to melt our clothes, while using my power to shield her perfect skin from getting burned.

"Oh my Gods!" she cried. "I think that was about the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I preened at her words before knifing forward to pull her tight into my arms so I could kiss all the newly bared flesh. "It's you, Rose. You're making me crazy." Our mouths fused together, and I licked every spot I could touch, savoring her, devouring her, preparing her.

She didn't realize it yet, but I was already addicted to—her.

I started to pick her up and place her right where I needed her most, and she stopped me by pressing my chest back into the chair and her hand coming around the widest part of my cock. "Your knot," she gasped. "It's so big. I can't believe that fits."

"That is the point. When that's locked inside you it ensures not a drop of my cum escapes too soon. And tonight, I'm going to fucking bathe you in it."

She hummed for a moment before placing a kiss on the tip of my length. "That should not sound so hot, but?—"

That tiny touch was all I could take. I surged forward, and she smiled so wide I couldn't stop watching her.

When she leaned down to touch me again, I speared my fingers into her hair and held her tightly in place for more. She had the control to push me away if she wanted, but as long as she didn't, I was going to take all that she offered. "So fucking beautiful," I growled as she took more of me into her mouth this time.

The fervor in which she moved indicated a hunger that matched my own. To lie back and let her do this might kill me, but I was willing to take the risk. I was as hungry as her if not more, but for her, I'd hold back as long as I could.

"I was concerned after leaving you for hours that you would come to your senses and solidify how much you hate me."

"I thought the mating heat would consume me," she mocked, covering me with her mouth a third time, until the rumbled growl she elicited erupted into the room.

"What the hell do I know? Omegas are not a dime a dozen, and they certainly can't be studied. They are too important."

Her head lifted with an audible pop from her mouth, and I bit my tongue to keep from complaining. "Studied? Is that a possibility? I guess if I were an Omega, and I’m not 100% convinced yet, I could study myself."

And still she continued, her hands taking up where her mouth left off. If I could focus, I might appreciate her multitasking capabilities.

"Rose," I warned.

She jerked her head to meet my gaze. "I was just thinking..."

"Then maybe." I grabbed her around the waist and flipped us around so that she was on her hands and knees and I was standing behind her. "I should distract you."

"Hey, that's not fair?—"

"It's not like I didn't warn you."

She didn't get to say anything else because I slid my hands up the expanse of her leg and lightly tapped against her pussy. "Oh hell. That's so good," she moaned.

I smiled knowing that she couldn't possibly enjoy it more than me. Every touch of her heated skin under my fingertips was the equivalent of dumping kerosene over my head and lighting it onfire so I could revel in that heat. And when she sucked in a breath the moment I hit a sensitive spot, I groaned right along with her.

"Are you trying to kill me?" she asked.

"If you die, I die," I said just before my fingers connected with her soaked slit.Fuck. No man or dragon could be expected to think straight when his woman got that wet for him.

Nor could he resist a taste.

I leaned forward and pressed my tongue to the warm wet, lapping up the sweet nectar as if it gave life giving superpowers. I also couldn't resist licking and nipping at her inner thighs that were already shaking under my touch. "Fuck me. This is all I want to do for hours and hours and hours. Touching you is true perfection. Kissing you is even better. But fucking you," I paused to nibble and lick a little extra, "that's what my dreams are made of. I can't get enough."

"Yes. Yes! More," she cried, her entire body starting to shake from a pending release that was going to shatter me into a million pieces that could only be put back together by her.

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