Page 30 of Storm Dragon
The scent of her arousal grew more intense, filling the room with the aroma of love, life, and his beautiful Bobcat. There would never come a time in all of eternity that he would tire of that scent- or of her, the gift he’d been given from Universe, Fate, and the Ancients.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than did Dorman glare into Ruairí’s mind’s eye and growl, “Stop your games, Boy. You are playing with fire, and I promise to burn your ass for all of eternity.”
“You tell him, Dorry,” Bridgette agreed, using the Mating Bond to add her two cents to the conversation. “You ever hear of a cat on a hot tin roof, Ruairí? Trust and believe, you do not want to meet a Bobcat dancing hot a Dragon’s ass.”
Shutting out the demands of not only his alter ego, but his Mates, the Guardsman released his Mate’s breast, immediately licking the very tip of the other before pulling it between his lips as he pushed the stretchy fabric of her pants over her stunningly rounded hips. With a mind of their own, his hands lingered on her amazing curves, lovingly appreciating the fact that his Mate was all woman. His fingers stilled as they slipped under the thin lace of her underwear.
Letting her nipple fall from his mouth, Ruairí kissed the valley between her breasts, loving her sighs of pleasure and moans of delight as he left a trail of heat and seduction down her body. Reaching the silk of her panties, the Dragon inhaled long and deep, immersing himself in Tamsyn’s wonderful scent.
Kneeling between her thighs, he slid her pants from around her ankles before ripping her panties from her body and throwing the offending material over his shoulder. Looking up her gloriously naked body, his mouth watered with the desire to feast as he saw fit.
Tamsyn was gorgeous when clothed, but naked, she was a thing of unparalleled beauty. As slowly as his growing arousal would allow, his eyes worked their way from the merlot polish that covered her toes, up her shapely legs that very soon would be wrapped around his head, to her soft, full thighs. He could not wait to feel her clinging to him. Her rounded stomach and curves only fueled his extremely vivid imagination and begged to be tasted over and over again.
“Ruairí?” His name on her lips drew his gaze.
“Yes, Mo gràidh?” he sighed, massaging up and down her thighs with his fingers, sure to brush the outer lips of her pussy on every pass, loving that her hips sought out his touch, moving in time with his strokes.
“Ruairí…I need…” She gasped, breathless as his index finger ran up and down her slit, dripping with the proof of her arousal.
“What is it you need, Mo stóirin?” he teased, enjoying her ragged breathing and need to move with him.
Gazing at Tamsyn in the throes of passion, the Dragon thanked the Heavens, the Universe, and every other deity he could think of for such an amazing Mate. He loved that her head was thrown back, eyes closed tight, and mouth open wide as she called his name like a lifeline holding her to his heart.
“I…oh my, Ruairí… Yes, I-I… I l-love you, Ruairí. I-I-I… yes… yes…” Ending with a wail as he pushed his finger into her wanting body, the proof of her arousal flowed freely. Wetting his hand and wrist, he caught the scent; it was unforgettable and irresistible. Her pussy contracted around the tip of his finger, attempting to pull him farther into her warm, wanting body.
Adding another finger, he slowly glided in and out, her juices providing the perfect lubrication. His thumb drew lazy circles around her swollen clit while his fingers continued to work her towards completion. Every few swipes, he bent the tips of his fingers in a come-hither motion and gently brushed the special bundle of nerves that he instinctively knew would drive his Mate wild.
Needing to taste her more than he needed air, Ruairí quickly removed his fingers. Chuckling when Tamsyn whined at the loss and grabbed for his hand, he leaned down and thrust his tongue into her pussy as far and as fast as he could. Her taste exploded on his tongue. Flashes of light burst before his shuttered eyes. So overwhelmed by love, passion, and need, he devoured his Mate like a man possessed. Grabbing every drop of her juices, both the man and the Dragon King were fulfilled as never before. Tamsyn tasted of happiness and home and everything that was good and right in the world- all the things Ruairí had missed for way too long.
The more his tongue moved within her, the drunker he became on his Bobcat Queen. Her hands tugged at his hair. Her legs flew over his shoulders and closed tight around his head. Breathing became almost impossible, and for the most part, forgotten as he consumed all that she gave.
His Mate’s body tensed. He could hear her heart pounding in time with his. Her legs tightened even more against the sides of his head. From one second to the next, she wailed his name as she came on his tongue.
Overjoyed at the responsiveness of his Mate, Ruairí continued to lick and tease as Tamsyn floated back to earth. Looking up, he found her smiling lazily and gazing at him through passion-filled eyes. His only thought was to find a way to keep that exact look on her face for all of eternity.
His cock pulsed against the zipper of his jeans with a renewed vigor that was close to painful. Not wanting to leave his place between his Mate’s thighs, but needing to feel her skin against his, Ruairí did the only thing his lust-soaked brain could think of.
In one fluid motion, he jumped to his feet, ripped the borrowed T-shirt over his head, and threw it across the room. Reaching for the buckle of his belt, he stopped short as Tamsyn pushed his hands away.
Eyes flying to hers, he growled, “What are you doing?”
Chuckling at his impatience, she winked, “It’s my turn, my big, strong Dragon.”
Surprised at how quickly she moved, even knowing how potent her Magic was, it was the look of mischief in her eyes, combined with the gorgeously sly grin on her lips, that had Ruairí vowing to do absolutely anything and everything his little Bobcat Queen wanted. He was lost to her sweet seduction and never wanted to be found. All thoughts of anything but being buried deep inside the woman made for him by the Universe flew from his mind like ashes in the wind.
Unbuckling and unzipping his pants, Tamsyn held his eyes hostage with her magnetically russet gaze. She pressed her body to his. The electrical sensation of their connection sent goosebumps dancing across the Guardsman’s body.
Her hardened nipples brushed against the taut muscles of his chest, and his mouth watered with the need to taste his Mate all over again. With her thighs pressing against his, she moved their bodies until the bed bumped the back of his knees.
His pants slid down his legs, pooling on top of his boots, and all he could think of was ripping the fabric from his body. Starting to bend over to do just that, needing to be naked, to feel every part of Tamsyn against every part of himself, Ruairí was again stopped by his Mate’s elegant hands, only this time they were on his shoulders.
Slowly shaking her head, the Bobcat Queen gently pushed her hands against his chest until the Dragon relented and sat on the side of the bed. Lost in the vision of watching his Mate’s nude form, Tamsyn drove the breath from his lungs as she dropped to her knees, placed her hands high on his thighs, and demurely glanced up through her impossibly long, dark eyelashes.
His heart skipped a beat. There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room- in the whole world.
He’d never seen anything more beautiful, more alluring, more enticing in his entire life. Tamsyn was sheer perfection. She was all his, and he needed to claim her to be sure the world knew who she belonged to and, more importantly, who belonged to her.
Needing to be inside her more than he needed his next breath, Ruairí gently laid his hands on her shoulders and tried to pull her onto his lap, boots and jeans be damned. But Tamsyn wasn’t having it. She once again shook her head, denying him the pleasure he so desperately needed but promising him with her sexy gaze so much more if he would only be patient.
