Page 75 of Dragon Unleashed
At the contact, all thought leaves my brain. There is only this. Only Aries. And how badly I want him. No, how badly I need him.
His mouth is hard on mine—demanding. I grip his arms as he reaches down and lifts me, pinning me against the door. Heat pulsates through me, a wave that consumes as it spreads.
I should stop this or at least slow it down. We should talk. Discuss what this could mean. But I don’t even know what to say. And in this moment, our bodies are saying it for us. I want him. He wants me. That’s all that matters now.
He tears at my shirt, ripping it over my head and capturing my nipple in his mouth. I moan and arch back to give him more access as he continues sucking it between his lips.
He’s rough.
Frenzied.
I tear at his shirt, too, not bothering to care that I’m ripping it clean from his body. The fabric flies, and Aries spins us, laying me back against the coffee table we just ate dinner on.
He’s between my legs then ripping my sweats down and throwing them to the side before kneeling on the floor and burying his face between my thighs.
I cry out, “Aries!” his name a plea on my lips as he draws my clit into his mouth. His large hands grip my thighs, and he shoves them apart to gain better access.
I grip the thick strands of his hair, holding him to me, and he slips a finger inside of me. The pressure is still new as is the damn near instant release I feel when he caresses the flesh inside of me.
I come—hard—the orgasm ripping through my body. Muscles clench and release, but I don’t have time to recover before Aries is lowering himself over me and driving into my body. “Yes!”
He slams into me, drawing out only to fill me again and again.
The muscles in his abdomen bunch and release with every thrust, and it’s all I can do to cling to the sides of the table.
A resounding crack fills my apartment, and Aries moves like a blur—lifting and pinning me to the wall as my coffee table collapses.
He doesn’t break the rhythm—not even for an instant.
My second release is even more potent than the first. My fingernails dig into the flesh of his arms. He comes, his body going rigid mere moments before every muscle within him relaxes.
Sweat gleams on our skin, and although we’re both spent, we remain exactly where we are.
Entwined together.
“I choose you,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can overthink them.
Aries pulls back, and I slide down his body. He cups my cheeks and tips my face up to his. “What did you say?”
I hesitate. Maybe I read it all wrong. Maybe this was meant as a goodbye. He doesn’t feel for me what I feel for him.
“Say it again, Paige. I want to hear it.” His words are a plea, and when I meet his gaze again, I see it; the hope that flared earlier. Maybe I didn’t read it wrong after all.
“I choose you, Aries. If you’ll have me, I will go to your world with you.” Even as I mean the words I say, a twinge of grief settles in my heart. I’ve made a life here. With Hoc, Blossom, and Mag. My little candy-loving gnomes.
They’re my family.
But when given the choice—it’s Aries I cannot live without.
“Of course I’ll have you. I will love you until the day I draw my last breath. My queen,” he whispers then captures my lips again.
Chapter20
Aries
Iwait until dawn has broken before slipping out of bed and dressing quietly. Paige still sleeps soundly, curled against the space I just vacated, and I ignore the twinge of worry I feel at leaving her alone. I won’t be gone long, though. With any luck, I’ll be back in time to wake her with my mouth between her legs. The thought makes me move a little faster, impatient to finish this task.
Before I go, I make sure her front door is locked securely. Then I let myself into the dark passageway carved into the back of Paige’s closet. My roughly fashioned weapons are already stashed inside; a broom handle broken into two halves and sharpened into pointed ends. It’s not the worst weapon I’ve fought with, but I also have no idea what I’ll find at the other end of this tunnel, and I find myself wishing for Leo’s company at my back. He’d have a dozen jokes to distract and entertain, sure, but when it came time to fight, he’d be ready for that too.
