Page 78 of Always Say Yes to a Dragon

I twisted my hands in my lap, trying not to pull her to me and lay a mating bite on her the second the word “love” left her lips. “Dwayne disapproves.”

“The only reason I care about Dwayne’s opinion is because Mama has to live with him when he’s in a snit. I warned you he wouldn’t like it if he thought you were throwing your weight around with the check.”

I glanced down at myself, then at her, so small and delicate compared to me. “Throw my weight around? You might be injured.”

The corner of her mouth tugged up. “It’s an expression. It means using your power and position to get your own way.”

“I just wanted your family to like me.”

Her eyes searched my face for a long moment. “Yeah, I see that now.”

Elle tapped on her phone a few more times, then curved her body into mine, going soft and pliable against me. I breathed out a sigh of relief and squeezed her closer, running my hands over the exposed skin along her arms. So supple and delicate and mine.

Almost.

“Mama liked you, just like I knew she would.”

“Betty is a lovely woman. I can see where you got your sweetness from. Perhaps she should find a more worthy boyfriend.”

“Yeah. I’ve tried to talk her out of Dwayne, but she doesn’t see things the same way.” She shifted back. “Sorry he’s such an idiot.”

I ran a hand down her arm. “It’s not your fault.” I thought of Udar again, how he had the same ability to stir up trouble with minimal splashback onto himself, and how Elle had seen through him as well. “It’s frustrating to feel like you’re the only one who sees how someone is being manipulated, but I’m glad you know how to recognize it.”

Of course, she might still run screaming when she met my parents. They’d make tonight look like a short flight on a clear blue day.

I shut those unpleasant thoughts out and focused on Elle, who was no longer mad at me and content to snuggle into my arms on the way back to her apartment.

She spent most nights with me now, sometimes doing nothing more than showering and dropping into bed exhausted after work. It made my claws itch and my teeth ache, but she’d be furious if I interfered with herjob.

Once we were at her front door, I pulled her in for a careful kiss, conscious that she might want some space to herself tonight. When I stepped back, hands still on her hips, ready to tell her good night, she grabbed my chin and pulled me in again. One of her hands fumbled behind her until the door opened and she pulled me inside.

I might not be the brightest dragon, but I knew what that meant. I slammed the door behind us and hoisted her up onto the nearest surface. My tongue delved into her mouth, my claws making quick work of her pretty sundress.

I’d buy her another.

Elle ran her hands over my arms and back. The heat of her core scalded me through my pants. It would be so easy to slide my cocks into her, one at a time, and take us both to heaven. But I didn’t want a quick fuck on her kitchen island.

I wanted to savor my Elle. I’d been extra careful with her since my blunder in the shower, though she often begged me for more. It’d be so easy to accidentally hurt her.

The hand I had on her neck shifted to her heavy tits, soft waist, slim hips. I dropped kisses and nips all over her neck and chest, careful not to leave a mark on her soft skin while she panted and moaned.

“More.” She pushed into my mouth when I found one nipple. A little pinprick of teeth was all I gave her, though her demanding fingers dug into my shoulders.

When I made my way to her cunt, she pushed her hips into my face. I spread her open and licked and kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

She tasted better than gold smelled. Better than emeralds or diamonds. It was the taste of Elle giving herself to me with no reservations, her legs already wrapping around my head and drawing me closer.

She writhed under my mouth, making needy little noises in the back of her throat. Her scent, her desire, her hands fisted in my shirt, all drove me out of my fucking mind.

I tasted her everywhere, cataloging each noise she made. The soft moan when I sucked her clit, the deep groan when I thrust my tongue inside. The needy whine when I drew her folds into my mouth and grazed them with my teeth. Her surprised mewl when I ran my tongue over her back entrance. Each one ratcheted up my own need, setting my blood on fire.

“Yes, more,” she breathed, shoving herself more fully into my grip.

“Ah, Elle, you don’t know what you do to me.” Each time we fucked, she begged me to take her there, to fuck both her holes at once, and each time it was harder to say no. I wanted to give her everything she asked for, but I didn’t want to push her too far. I hoped a taste would satisfy her tonight.

I sure as fuck knewIwould enjoy it.

I retracted my claws and delved my fingers inside her pussy. With my tongue on her ass, finding every sensitive nerve, I had a perfect view of the way her pretty pink pussy sucked my fingers deep. My cocks pulsed in my pants, desperately wanting to replace them.

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