Page 58 of Claimed By the Sinful Dragon
Then he retreated, taking his mouth from mine, and leaving my lips cool in his wake. A growl of frustration burst from me before I could stop it, and he chuckled low and short.
“Beautiful, feisty mate,” he praised, his eyes roving my body as he spoke. “But that growl will become a scream before the night is out.”
“Promises, promises,” I muttered, reaching for him again. He caught my hand, and tutted with a smirk.
“Patience,Dhoca. There’s something I need to show you first.”
My eyes flicked down to below his waistline and he let out another of those all-too-erotic chuckles. “Keep looking at me like that, little one, and that’s the only thing you’re going to be seeing for a month.”
“Fine by me,” I agreed, swiping my tongue across my lower lip. Fuck. What was it about this man that made me constantly horny, even when I was supposed to be pissed at him? Hell,especiallywhen I was supposed to be pissed at him.
Mate.
“Don’t tempt me,” he rumbled, but I was shit at following orders so I reached for him, my hand cupping his cock through his pants. He sucked in a sharp breath around a muttered curse, and I couldn’t help the stab of satisfaction that I affected him so much.
He dropped his lips to my ear.
“And to think,” he murmured, “I spent all that time arranging your present, when I could have just come home and fucked you raw.”
I stiffened, then jerked my eyes up to meet his. “A present? For…me?”
“I don’t see any other gorgeous dragon shifters I happened to be mated to around here,” he said with a shrug, a hot, arrogant smirk lilting the corner of his mouth.
No-one had ever brought me a present. Not since my mom had passed. And before then, it wasn’t like we’d had much money for anything that wasn’t necessary to keep up appearances. My marriage to Dean had been supposed to fix things…but I didn’t want to think about that right now. About him. Not when this incredible man was standing in front of me, telling me he’d gone totroubleto bring me a present.
My eyes scanned his pockets greedily, excitement buzzing through me and splitting my lips into a grin.
“Where is it?”
He shook his head. “Think bigger.”
“Bigger?”
He ducked his head next to mine again, this time his voice conspiratorial. “What I brought for you won’t fit in my pockets,Dhoca.”
“Is it…another deer?”
He threw his head back and laughed at the exact moment my dragon voiced her approval of any deer-related gifts. Rook had brought a couple already, although I hadn’t really thought of them as gifts…more as less than subtle encouragements to work on my cooking skills. But I didn’t want to appear ungrateful, so I kept my smile in place.
Rook winked, and his voice dropped to the husky rumble again. “Bigger.”
I drew in a breath, torn between my curiosity, and my desire to do something very intimate with his lips that I didn’t seem able to tear my eyes from. I hadn’t spent much time with this playful version of Rook, but I liked it. Liked every facet of him, even the ones I didn’t.
I was so fucked.
Chapter 30
Rook
If she keptlooking at me like that, I was going to fuck her right here, gift be damned. Gods, this female drove me wild. I was insatiable for her, every second of every day. It was a miracle I got anything else done at all. If I’d had my way, I’d have tied her to my bed and spent every waking minute worshipping her, until she screamed herself hoarse, until she didn’t have a single thought that wasn’t me and pure bliss.
Do it.
You’ve got a one-track mind,I told my dragon without taking my eyes from Kaylee’s lips.
Yes. Worship our mate. Immediately.
It was hard—impossible—to argue with that, and I knew exactly where I wanted to worship her. And that meant giving her the present first.
