Page 64 of Been There Dragon That
He leaned forward, catching their weight with one hand. He dropped her gently to the bed and moved to taste each of her breasts in turn, spending a good deal of time with her perfectly pink little nipples. He teased until she was gasping and writhing underneath him.
His cock prodded again at her entrance, and she rocked her hips, making little noises of encouragement. Or demands. Maybe both.
“You are the most beautiful woman, my Rylee. Fucking gorgeous and all mine.”
“Yes. Yours.” She repeated, her eyes opening wide and meeting his gaze boldly. “Please.”
He slid deep and buried himself inside his mate. Her hips cradled his body, and her smile broadened. Her eyes were hungry, and her whole body quivered. She wanted him. She knew his secrets, and she still wanted him.
He would never crave another woman the way he desired Rylee. She was hisshuarra.His fangs lengthened in his mouth, but he pushed the overwhelming urge to bite and mark her away. She hadn’t yet said she loved him. She hadn’t yet agreed to stay with him forever.
He would never take that choice from her. He couldn’t.
Her body clenched and fluttered, clutching at his cock, reminding him to focus on her experience. His mate hadn’t come yet.
She was trembling and desperate for the release she hadn’t found.
He slipped a hand between their bodies and found the sensitive little nub right above where they were joined. His shaft slid easily in her arousal. He spread it over her clit and rubbed in small teasing circles, pushing and pulling his cock until she was a bundle of over-sensitive nerves about to explode.
“Wrath.” His name was a plea on her lips.
“Come for me first.” He growled into her ear. “Now.” He pinched her clit and drove his body hard, filling her completely.
Her back arched, pushing against his weight. Her body clutched at his, and she screamed as her release crashed over her like a wave breaking on rocks. No control. She broke around him.
He drove into her again. Pinched her clit again. And she screamed a second time. This scream morphed into a cry of pure ecstasy.
Then he thrust harder. Faster. Over and over into her pulsing still-fluttering body. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” the word tumbled from his mouth with each drive of his cock.
On the last thrust, he roared. And he didn’t hold back. He let his beast shout in satisfaction. He poured into his mate, filling her with his seed. Filling her with his promise.
His voice was raw, and he gasped for breath, sinking into the softness of her body beneath him. The silky slickness of her heated skin. The softness of her breasts. The little puffs of air from her panting breaths hit his shoulder.
He wanted to exist in this moment as long as possible, but he couldn’t stay on top of her. Not for too long. He thrust one more time and then took her and rolled with her, he was under her, and she was spread over his body like a blanket.
His cock had pulled free of her in the process, but he wanted her as close to him as he could keep her. And she calmly let him arrange her over him. Pull the blankets up to cover them both.
She settled on top of him with a contented sigh, rubbing her cheek into his chest. Wrath stroked down her spine and then back up to her shoulders and ran his fingers through her hair.
Wrath listened to her heartbeat slow and her breathing even out. Moments later, his mate was fast asleep, leaving him to his thoughts for what tomorrow would hold.
He would protect her. No matter what.
ChapterTwenty-One
Rylee
“Where are you going?” Rylee reached for Wrath before he could get up from the bed. The last thing she wanted was to get out of bed today. “Stay.” She wanted to touch him more. Bask in his presence.
She didn’t want to dwell on the attack. On the wolves. On seeingpeopleturn into beasts. The world was not as it seemed. Wrath had pulled back the veil on the supernatural, and she wondered what else could be hiding in the shadows…
“Later,shuarra.The truck’s here with furniture. Tor. Dawn. Ryder. Ava. They’ll be at the door shortly. I hear them coming up the drive.” The room was barely lit, but she could see a satisfied smirk on his beautiful face. Damn. She could stare at the man forever. She’d never get bored.
“Furniture? Oh. Already?” she said, trying to hide the wobble in her voice. “I hope you like what I picked.” Insecurities reared ugly heads in her psyche. What if he didn’t? He was a dragon. He was from another world entirely. What if he preferred to have an empty house? What if she’d picked things he hated?
Even as she thought it, she knew it was ridiculous.
“They drove through the night to get here for the hunt today. We’ll unload it and bring it in before we head over to the alpha’s—I mean Col and Naomi’s.”
