Page 60 of The Dragon With A Girl Tattoo
She shivered and tried to pull him down over her, but he gave her a stern look.“I am taking my turn.”
Her laughter rolled above his head as he bent to his work, stopping just short of her women’s area.He eyed it for a moment before saying, “I see nothing wrong with your pube.Would you like me to breathe fire on it?”
“Yes!”she almost shouted, pulling his head down to the parts in question, her legs moving alongside him.
He chuckled into her just before he breathed fire, his rod hardening to the point where he thought it might never slumber again.She bucked and writhed as he continued up her body, bathing her in fire that simmered along her skin before sinking into it.
He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how much pleasure she gave him just by being herself, and how much he wanted to claim her, but words dried up on his tongue when she wrapped her legs around him and dragged her nails up his back.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like,” he managed to get out before he lifted her hips, and, with gritted teeth against spilling his seed before she found her pleasure, plunged into her, taking her cry of ecstacy into his mouth.She bucked and lunged upward beneath him, their bodies out of rhythm for a few moments before the world seemed to shift into place, and he knew that what they were doing was right.
She was right.She was his mate, his second chance, and he swore that he would not fail her like he’d failed Amice.
And when her moans of pleasure turned to gasps of ecstasy, her inner muscles rippling on him, he had just enough presence of mind to pull back, flip her over onto her belly, and stroke hard into her, finding his release as he breathed fire on her upper arm.
“That ...I just ...and then you ...holy magical demigod dragon, Yrian.That was incredible.”
His body felt as limp as sodden wool, but he managed to roll off her, the cold of the floor tile a pleasant sensation against his back.He struggled to catch his breath even as he automatically tamped out the various patches of fire that burned merrily on the floor tiles.
“Not that I’m trying to inflate your ego, or anything like that, but really, Yrian!”Becket moved to the side before draping her upper parts across his chest, another sense of rightness filling him.“It was fabulous until you flipped me over, and then you were hitting spots that I swear I didn’t know I had.I’ve never been multi-orgasmic, but I’ll be damned if you didn’t push me there.Hoo!”
He had a moment of pride that he could bring such pleasure, but honesty prompted him to admit, “Your hips and thighs and breasts and all the rest of you made me lose control.You fill my mind.I will devote myself to your well-being.”
“Aww,” she said, stroking a hand down his chest.“That’s so sweet.I like you, too.A lot.”
He waited, hoping she would say the words of fealty that would complete their bond.
She propped herself up on one arm and leaned down to kiss him, her breath feathering his lips, ensuring the fire in him remained simmering.“I want you to be happy, Yrian.It’s why I’m going to help you with your rat bastard brother, and to take down that annoying Xavier dude who is threatening your family.I hope you know that you’re not alone in this.I’m with you one hundred percent.”
Relief filled him at her oath.Now she was his, and no other could take her away from him.
“I could not do it without you,” he said with absolute honesty.He knew now why the First Dragon had encouraged him to leave his griefscape.Somehow, the First Dragon knew that Becket was waiting in the mortal world, clearly in need of Yrian as much as he was of her.
“In fact, I think—ow.Damn, did your fire burn me?I have a mark!”She sat upright, pulling her arm around to look at the small tan symbol he’d placed on her bicep.“It looks like a stylized flame.”
“It is my mark,” he answered, suitably recovered that he could get to his feet, holding out a hand for her before taking her back to bed.“The First Dragon placed it on me when I was a youngling.All members of my sept bore it.”
She slid into bed, watching as he lifted his arm to reveal the mark on the underside of his bicep.“Oh, is that what that is?I thought it was some kind of pretty birthmark.”She leaned over when he got in beside her, studying it before looking at her own arm.“So, it’s a brand?It doesn’t really hurt, more like it’s a bit pinchy.”
“It is a sept mark, not a brand.I’m sorry that it hurt, but the pain should fade in a few minutes.”He wondered if he had the strength to remain awake for the remainder of the night, then decided that he would trust to Christian’s security measures.
“I mean, it’s pretty and all, but I wish you’d asked me before you—” Becket stopped prodding at the sept mark and looked up, her eyes filled with suspicion.“Your sept mark?Like ...I’m a member of the sept?”
“You are my mate,” he said, wondering that she didn’t feel the rightness of them being together.It had to be the modern woman’s need for wooing, he told himself, and moved making her feel suitably courted up his list of things to do, right behind destroying Kashi and eliminating Xavier from the dragonkin’s sphere of existence.“We swore an oath to each other.It is only fitting you should bear the mark of a wyvern’s mate.We will find the descendants of my children, and I will introduce you to them.The shadow sept is no more, but we will form another.”
“I have many things to say to you,” Becket said after two minutes of silence where she loomed over him, staring deep into his eyes, one hand absently stroking his chest.“Many, many things, and fair warning, not all of them are kind.In fact, many involve ranting, and quite possibly a pointed comment or two about men who think they can take decisions away from women, but right now, I’m a boneless blob of satiated artificer, and I have to get sleep or I’ll sound like a frog tomorrow.So consider yourself on probation until I can figure out what I want.Good night, Yrian.Thank you for the mind-blowingly fabulous sex.We’ll talk more about this tattoo or whatever it is, and you deciding I’m your mate, and all the rest of it.”
“Yes,” he agreed, tucking her in next to him when she lay down, a sense of fulfillment that had long eluded him now wrapping around them like the softest of silks.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply of the scent of her hair, and, for the first time in more than two thousand years, relaxed into sleep without pain, worry, or guilt.
All would be right.He had Becket now.
And he would destroy the Egyptian underworld itself before he allowed Kashi to harm her.
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BECKET
