Page 63 of Been There Dragon That
Her hands paused and she moved a little so she could look up at him. Their gazes met, and she gave a slight gasp.
He’d made sure his magick was showing. His eyes would be glowing gold in the dark, illuminated by the same magick that made her body glow for him.
“Why now?” she whispered, her voice so low he could barely hear her over the pounding of both their heartbeats.
She’d started stroking again. His gut tightened. Her touch was making him crazy.
“You were scared because of what you saw. I couldn’t not tell you.” He paused, swallowing the fear that spiraled in his gut. “I was afraid to scare you away.”
“I would’ve been scared to tell you something like this too.” Her hands kept moving, never using the exact same stroke more than twice in a row. “I mean how do you explain to a normal person that you can turn into a dragon?”
Wrath rocked his hips into her hands, unable to hold completely still any longer.
“You don’t. We would be hunted down and killed or worse if the public knew what we were capable of. But lying to you, hiding it from you was the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced.”
Her hands didn’t stop, even when he was talking. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Wrath growled, hummed, a low pleased sound. He gritted his teeth and slowed his movements, controlling himself for her. So she could enjoy his body the way she wanted.
“Our world was made up of tribes. Dragon. Lion. Wolf. Tiger. And others.”
“There’s a tiger?”
Wrath groaned and buried his face in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. “Yes. You haven’t met him. He and Dawn are still in Anchorage.”
“And you all can shift into these different animals.”
She moved from his arms, slithering down deeper into the bed. A moment later her mouth was around the head of his erection, and her hands were gliding up and down his shaft.
He gasped, reaching for her head. His fingers gathered her hair into his fist and tugged enough to see how she’d respond. And respond she did–her efforts doubled. Wrath groaned and focused on not coming too fast, but she was trying his willpower.
One of her hands moved to cup his balls.
He couldn’t hold still. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling her hair and guiding her mouth to take him even deeper. His hips flexed, and her tongue swirling around him had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The feel of her mouth. The sensation. It was heavenly. Otherworldly. Magickal. There weren’t enough words to describe it justly.
His brain was short-circuiting. His lungs were empty of air. Everything in his whole world was centered on the woman with her mouth on his cock. Every sense. Every cell in his body.
“Rylee, I’m going to come,” he said, his words strained.
She didn’t let go. Even when he tugged on her hair, she pushed him deeper into her mouth and made little determined growling sounds.
His hips flexed again, pushing his full length deep into her mouth. He heard Rylee gasp for breath, swallowing hard. The feeling of euphoria spread through his entire body.
“Rylee,” he said, a louder growl this time. He tugged her hair again, and instead of pulling away, she attacked him like she was starving, and he was her last meal.
He was nearly there. His hips were bucking. And then he pulled her off, just before he lost control.
He reached beneath the blankets and wrapped an arm around his mate’s waist. “Wrath, I was—”
But he wasn’t having it. He needed to be inside her.
He pulled her close, chest to chest. He was up on his shins and her legs fell to either side of his thighs. His cock prodded her very wet center.
Wrath wrapped one hand into her hair again, angled her mouth, and kissed her hard. Hard and full. His tongue dove into her mouth, demanding hers to participate.
She did. She rocked her body against his. Raised her hands to his head and wrapped her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. Opening herself up for him. Her breasts pressed against his chest. She gasped for air between kisses.
“Wrath, please—” Her legs squeezed over his thighs. She needed him as much as he needed her.
