Page 69 of The Dragon With A Girl Tattoo
“You are my mate,” he said.
“Yeah, that’s still up for debate, despite that tattoo-mark thing you put on me,” she said, then sucked in her breath when he rubbed his cheeks against the undersides of her breasts.She had admitted the night before that the sensation of his stubble on her breasts and thighs nearly made her come unglued, and although he wasn’t quite sure of what an ungluing consisted of, her reaction indicated it was a goal he needed to achieve.“Regardless, I admit that lovemaking sounds pretty good to me.Only ...”
He knelt between her legs, lifting one to press hot kisses along her thigh, glancing up at her obvious hesitance.Before he could ask her what gave her pause, she made a face.
“I know you like to see the real me, but if I can’t apply a glamour here—”
“Do not drop it,” he said quickly, feeling the need to have her protected from curious eyes.“I prefer your natural form, yes, but your protection is more important.”He eyed her woman’s mound speculatively, wondering if she’d react to him blowing fire on her as she had done the night before.
“That’s kind of what I was thinking—goddess above, Yrian!Your whiskers are ...oh, lordy.Are you sure we should be doing this?”
“You were taken from me.It is the way of dragons to claim mates who were parted.”He ignored the demands of his rod.He would devote himself to making her wild with desire before he sated his own needs.
“I meant right now.Shouldn’t we be looking for Candy so we can beat the crap out of it?”She sucked in her breath again when he slid a finger into her heated depths, remembering how much she enjoyed him tormenting her.“Never mind!We’ll do this, then go find it.Only I get to have my turn with ...hrnn!”
He smiled with satisfaction at the way her hips bucked when he curled his finger inside her, the sight and taste of her driving him almost to the point of climax.He kissed a fiery trail upward, enjoying the soft, enticing curves, nibbling gently on her neck.
“I will see to your satisfaction and not spill my seed until then,” he told her through gritted teeth, fighting the desperate need to just take her.“But it will be a near thing if you require much—”
“NOW!”she bellowed in his ear, temporarily deafening him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tried to pull him into her.
“I am the wyvern.Wyverns do not like to be dominated,” he told her, trying for a tone of stern—but benevolent—instruction, but she just growled at him, and bit him on the shoulder.
Hard.
That was all it took.He lifted her hips, praying she was ready for him, and thrust into her, the sensation of her heat almost pushing him over the edge.He hung on, moving with her, her moans of pleasure merging with his own until she gasped, her body tightening and rippling along his rod.He would have liked to continue to enjoy their lovemaking, but it was all too much for him.
“OK.First of all, I need to get into some sort of an exercise program, because I’m going to cork off from sheer, unadulterated pleasure if we continue this sort of thing,” she said some minutes later.“And I very much hope we do, because man alive, Yrian!You’re like the demigod of really good sex!”
Yrian lay on his back, desperately trying not to expire from the same sheer, unadulterated pleasure that Becket mentioned, his chest heaving as he tried to get air into his lungs.“If you find an exercise program, I will join you,” he said once he could manage to make his brain work.
“Second—and you do not need to exercise.Look at you!You’re ripped!Second, if we come through this whole thing with Candy and your asshat brother, then I agree that we could do worse than have a relationship.Hoo baby!I’ve never had an orgasm like that.It’s like you’re ...you’re ...”She waved a hand, obviously unable to find a description she liked.
“Your mate,” he said, wondering if he had the strength to roll onto his side so he could see her.And touch her.And kiss her, all over that deliciously tempting body.“It was very pleasing bedsport, although you deserve some of the credit.”
She laughed again, his heart lightening at the sound.
“I’ll take a little of it, but in truth, it was your really fine hip action that gets top honors for the day.Why are you giving me that look?”
“Amice never found bedsporting amusing,” he said, managing to roll onto his side, pulling her closer to him so he could place a hand on her sublime belly, her flushed face and brilliant eyes warming him.“She endured it so that we could have children, but I always felt guilty in taking pleasure when she found none.I like that you are the opposite.”
“Sex is supposed to be fun, so if you aren’t enjoying it, then you’re doing it wrong,” she said, curling up against him, one leg sliding between his, her hand stroking a line down his chest.“And sometimes, yes, it’s silly, and a bit ridiculous what with penises being all out there looking like they do, and then there’s the squishy noises when you really get going....”She trailed to a stop, her gaze dropping to her hand on his chest.
“Does it upset you if I talk about Amice?”he asked, suddenly worried that he had ruined the moment.
She was silent for a good minute before answering.“Not really, no, other than being sorry that your wife didn’t enjoy you that way.You’re really, really good at this, as I mentioned.Did she give you a complex?”
“Complex?”He didn’t understand the word, searching for a context that made sense.
“Did she make you feel guilty for enjoying yourself when she didn’t?”
“Yes,” he said.“But she wanted children, and although I would have liked to wait until I had better control of my fire, I did as she desired.”He pushed away the less-than-happy memories.“I prefer to remember the times when we weren’t in strife, such as when our daughters were born.”
Becket was silent, and he felt a moment of guilt that his need to explain to her why she was his mate had disconcerted her, but then she said, “I’m here anytime you want to talk about your past, Amice, your kids, and your other family included.And I’d say I’m sorry that Amice couldn’t enjoy you the way I do, but that feels a bit weird.Have you found your descendants, by any chance?I’d love to meet your daughters’ families.Why don’t you tell me about them while I see if my heart rate is going to slow down to a reasonable level, or if we’ll have to call a medic for a defibrillator.”
He spent the next twenty minutes telling her about his daughters, briefly touching upon, but not dwelling over, the deaths of the three who did not survive him.When he was finished, he traced an intricate pattern on her hip and asked, “You do not have children?”
“No.I didn’t think it would be fair to a child to have a mother who was always in hiding, running from people who want to use her, or just being away from home for long stretches of time.”She stretched, grimaced, and sat up.“I’m going to take a bath.I’m still a bit dusty despite having a quick wash earlier, and I feel like I’m covered in Yrian.”
