Page 62 of Claimed By the Sinful Dragon
I kissed a little higher, working my way up her thigh.
“…nibbling it in a way that sent arousal burning through me.”
She stopped, and I flashed a wicked look up at her. “Did I tell you to stop,Dhoca?”
She shook her head.
“Then keep reading. It’s time to find out if you have any of that stamina you were so glib about.”
Her eyes flicked back to the book. “He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth—”
I reached up to thumb one of her nipples—my mouth being otherwise engaged—and her breath stuttered before she continued,
“—and the breath rushed out of me in a ragged gasp.”
I flicked my tongue across her clit and she let out a gasp of her own. My lips curved into a smile against her puckered skin as my ears drank in the sound. My mate’s voice was breathy as she tried to focus on the book.
“He cupped my ass with his hands, backing me up until I was pressed against one of the broad oak trees.”
“Hm. No trees here,Dhoca,” I said with a mischievous grin, then slid my hands under her and plucked her from the couch. She yelped in surprise but clung to me, the book clutched tight in her fingers as I spun her, pressing her back to the wall beside the fireplace, my lips hovering just an inch from hers. I tasted them just briefly, then kissed the hollow of her throat, feeling her sharp intake of breath. But when I made to close my mouth over one of her glorious breasts, she smirked and lifted the book.
“He sank to his knees in front of me,” she read, and with a groan that was halfway between tortured and triumphant, I sank to my knees.
“I felt his hot breath between my legs. My breathing hitched, and as his tongue flicked across my clit—”
Her words stuttered to a halt as I closed my mouth over her, tasting and teasing with teeth and tongue.
“Rook…” she gasped, arching her back against the wall. Mouth still pressed to her pussy lips, I tutted, letting her feel it, and rewarded with another breathy gasp.
“Now, now,Dhoca,” I said, looking up at her beautifully flushed face. “I wasn’t there when that book was written, but I’m pretty sure the author didn’t write my name.”
“Please,” she whispered, pressing herself to me, and I nipped her inner thigh in reprimand.
“Earn it, fierce mate,” I urged her, swirling my tongue just a little out of reach of where she wanted it. With a frustrated groan, she forced her dilated eyes back to the page.
“‘Don’t stop,’ I gasped,” she said around her own gasp, “and he pushed his way back between my legs, licking and sucking greedily.”
I chuckled. “Reckon you’re reading selectively there,Dhoca.”
But slave to her that I was, I dove back into her decadent pussy, worshipping her clit with my tongue until her legs started to tremble, but still, valiantly, she read. She tore her eyes from the page to meet mine as she read the next words.
“My alpha. My mate.Mine.”
“Mine,” I echoed her words, my voice thick with a hunger only she could sate as I pinned her to the wall. My fingers slid into her, pumping fast, her walls clenching tight around me. Her gasps spurred me on, tongue circling her clit with ruthless precision, fingers thrusting deep.
“That’s it, myDhoca—let go,” I commanded, and she did, shattering with a scream that shook the shelves and my whole fucking world.
Her climax coated my lips, her body quaking as I worshipped every last tremor.
“Perfect,” I purred, rising to cradle my trembling mate, her book forgotten on the floor. “You’re fucking perfect, Kaylee.”
Epilogue
Kaylee
One Week Later
“You have tosend him back to the pack, you know,” I said, trailing my fingers lightly over Rook’s pecs.
