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“Oh, fuck, yes.” With my hands still behind my back, I lean down and do exactly as she commands. When I lap up her center, she moans.
“Yes, more of that. A little softer. To the right. Hmmm, yeah.” Between gasps of pleasure, she tells me exactly what she wants, changing it up every few minutes, walking me through each adjustment with firm commands. I soak up her instructions, loving every second.
Her taste is divine, and the way she’s taking charge of her pleasure makes me melt with desire. I want to make her come,needto make her come.
“Use your lips,” she says. “Kiss my—oh! Oh!” She cuts off when I go off script and suck hard on her clit. Her thighs clench, hands gripping either side of my face as she pulls me so close I can’t breathe. But who needs oxygen? I’d happily die between her lush thighs.
I slip a finger inside her right as she clenches down around it. Unable to control myself anymore, I rotate her so she’s spread out across the couch. She’s still shaking from her release as I tilt her chin toward me, searching her eyes for the permission I need.
“Do it,” she says, panting. “Fill me.”
I don’t wait for any more invitation than that. Her pussy spasms around my cock as I slide home in one desperate thrust. She gasps my name, followed by a slew of curses and exclamations Ibarely hear. I half-shift, letting my cock swell, thicken, expand, stretching her tight little pussy so full she comes again, throwing her head back and roaring a burst of fire from her parted lips. I’m gonna make Damian keep that singe on his ceiling forever. A reminder of the first time I claimed my mate.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
I lift her hips and slam deep, hard and fast. It only takes a minute before I’m seizing up as I spill inside her, coating her with my cum, strumming her clit to drag out another roll of pleasure from her. Finally, claiming her as mine. My beautiful mate.
Chapter 22
Kat
Aftercleaningourselvesup,Otto checks on Damian. He’s still sound asleep, so we head up to the roof to practice shifting. It’s easier for me to control myself than it was yesterday. Otto says it’s because we consummated our connection. I don’t know if he’s right or if I’ve just gotten more used to my new dragon side. Either way, I’m grateful for the practice.
He shows me how to cloak myself from humans so no one can see me, and we fly a couple of laps around the building before going back inside to make lunch. While Otto makes sandwiches, I sit on a stool at the counter and text Lincoln.
You doing okay?
Lincoln:
Yep. You?
I laugh, completely unsure how to answer that question.
I will be. Did you finish your homework?
Lincoln:
Yeah. Miss Mei asked me to babysit, so I’ll be over there for a bit, then Matt and I are going to the art supply store.
I’m not sure when he started telling me his plans instead of asking, but it’s a recent enough development that I’m still getting used to it.
“Do you like mustard and mayo?” Otto waves the condiment bottles at me, distracting me from my phone.
I shake my head, gagging at just the sight of the mayonnaise. “Mustard only.”
That’s fine. I might be out for a while.
Otto made it sound like going to this high temple could take the rest of the day and maybe into the night.
Lincoln:
Can I spend the night at Matt’s? It’ll give you some privacy ;)
Aren’t most kids supposed to be grossed out thinking about their mom needing privacy?
Three dots appear, then disappear before appearing again.
Lincoln:
