Page 43 of The Gold Dragon Prince
“You must be exhausted, too,” Gildur said, rubbing a hand over his face to show he was fading fast.
I made certain our egg was nestled comfortably in downy softness, then I turned to step into my dragon’s warm, inviting arms.
“I am beyond exhausted,” I said, leaning into him and closing my eyes. At the same time, a pulse of need in my core hinted that I wouldn’t truly feel at rest until I had melded with my mate once more before sleeping. “But nottooexhausted,” I said, peeking mischievously up at him.
Gildur laughed. I felt the same heated, hungry pulse pass through him as well. “Then it seems I must finish you off and make you as exhausted as possible,” he said.
I lifted onto my toes for a kiss. Gildur leaned closer to me, but at the last minute, he swept me off my feet, spun me around, and practically threw me onto his bed.
I laughed in surprise, even as my hole fluttered and began to leak slick. It was so wonderful to feel safe and complete that my body flared to life as though I were in heat.
“I do love you so,” I panted and gasped, tugging at Gildur’s clothes. “My big, scary dragon.”
Gildur laughed low in his throat. “I’ll show you scary,” he said.
His right hand transformed slightly into claws and instead of undoing the buttons of my dirty and rumpledclothes, he sliced right through them. I gasped for breath, arching into his touch as he trailed one of those claws carefully down my front, sending a shivery feeling of danger and pleasure through me. He could have sliced right into me, killing me in an instant, but instead, he used his touch to bring my body to life.
I gasped again when he sliced through my trousers, then quickly ripped away the pieces of cloth that fell around me until he had me pink and naked and panting for him.
“You truly are a treat, my delicious omega,” he said, bending down and drawing in my scent. He licked his lips as if what he’d scented was delicious, then slanted his mouth over mine in a searing kiss.
I was in heaven, even though I was small and naked and needy, even without being in heat, while he was bigger and still clothed and could easily crush me.
“Didn’t your mother just say that I have charge over you?” I asked him when he broke our kiss, brushing my fingers through his golden hair.
Gildur paused and tilted his head slightly, as if he wasn’t certain what admitting my power over him would leave him open to. “Perhaps,” he said, his eyes dancing with mirth as he tried to keep his expression serious.
“Then I demand that you strip for me,” I said, maneuvering so I could rest on my elbows, my head lifted.
Gildur’s brow went up, and he backpedaled off the bed. “You wish me to strip for you?” he asked, reaching seductively for the buttons at the top of his shirt. “Like a common backroom entertainer?”
I giggled. “There is nothing common about you, Gildur,” I told him with surprise seriousness.
“You are absolutely correct, my darling,” Gildur said.Then, instead of undressing slowly, he drew his hands sharply down his body, and his clothing simply disappeared, leaving him perfectly, gloriously naked.
Naked and erect.
My heart raced and I had trouble catching my breath. Mostly because I was laughing. I reached to adjust my glasses before remembering I didn’t need them anymore.
“Wicked dragon,” I managed through peals of laughter. “It’s no wonder your mother put you in my charge.”
“She did,” Gildur said, slinking closer to me and climbing onto the bed so he could trap my body under his. “Mother is a wise and wonderful woman.”
“She is,” I agreed.
That was all I was able to say and the last thought I had before Gildur captured my mouth with his and kissed me with such possessive ardor that everything else was forgotten. He was my alpha, my one and only lover, and at last, the two of us could be together in peace, along with our baby and many others that I knew we would have.
I kissed him back, embracing him with my entire body and wrapping my legs around his waist. My hole ached for him and I was hot and already hard and ready, but I wasn’t in a hurry. Neither was Gildur. He kissed me passionately, but not with the same sort of ferocity that he had when I was in heat. We’d bonded and he’d claimed me, but this was our moment to explore the newfound, heartfelt love we had for each other.
“My wonderful, clever omega,” Gildur murmured as he kissed his way down my neck, planting a special kiss on the mark he’d left on my shoulder. “My perfect, beautiful mate.”
His kisses continued, not only over my shoulders and chest, where he paused to tease and suckle my nipples, butall over my entire body. It was as if he needed to taste every part of me, to read my skin like a book and devour every word of every page. He even flipped me over at one point so he could kiss his way across my back and down my spine to the swell of my bottom.
“You really are the most delicious treat I’ve ever had,” he told me in a low, rumbling voice.
He planted soft kisses over the mounds of my ass at first, then he pulled my cheeks apart to reach my dripping, eager hole. I moaned with every touch of his lips, and when he raked his tongue directly over my hole, teasing it to open for him, then thrust his tongue inside me, I cried out with bliss.
It was too much and yet not enough at the same time. My cock was rigid with pleasure as it, too, leaked onto the golden bedcovers. I pushed back onto Gildur’s tongue, wanting more, and gasped when I got everything I wanted and more. His tongue seemed impossibly deep within me and thick enough to ignite every pleasure my body was capable of.
