Page 15 of Dragon Thief of New York
“Oh, oh!” The euphoric noises she makes have me smiling against her pussy.
“That’s it, beauty, come apart for me.”
Her muscles flutter around my fingers, and I swear I feel the phantom sensation around my cock. Weak under her power and intoxicated by her taste, I stroke myself over Damian’s shorts with one hand while I finger fuck her with the other.
Warmth tingles at the base of my spine. My cock twitches. Shit, I’m gonna come just from this if I’m not careful. How would I explain a giant wet spot on my pants to Kat’s son? Ripping my hand away, I reach up to grab Kat’s breast, but it’s too late to stop the impending orgasm. One lick of her sweet arousal, and I’m coming right in my shorts.
She immediately follows me over the edge, and the feel of her clamping down on my fingers has me spilling even more.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I breathe out as she gushes against my mouth.
She grabs my hair and jerks my head back, panting. “Too much. Oh, oh.” She throws her head back, eyes rolling up to the ceiling.
Shit, that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. “Yeah, just like that.”
I give her clit another stroke, and her whole body spasms again with a low whine from her lips. As she settles, I kiss her thighs, working my way up, until I’m standing. I slowly lick my lips, savoring every drop of her pleasure.
Her dragon’s flame flickers in her eyes.
“Thank you.” I kiss her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips. “Stay right here. Let me fill the bath again so it’s hot for you.”
She nods, closing her eyes, completely languid, her normal sass completely stripped away. Once the bath is the right temperature again, I carry her over and set her gently in the water. “Just relax, beauty. I’m gonna take care of you.”
“I think you already did.” With her eyes still closed, she giggles. It’s a girlish sound that makes me smile and wonder how long it’s been since she made that sweet noise. I get the impression she’s had to harden herself against the world for a long time.
For once, she doesn’t fight me. She rests as I lather up a loofah and gently scrub her body. I wash her hair with the same shampoo I used for bubbles. I’ll never be able to smell eucalyptus again without thinking of the first time my mate let me taste her. It’s my new favorite scent, my favorite memory. She moans as I work my fingers into her hair and massage her scalp. A happy sound I want to bottle up and keep forever.
Pampering her like this is exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life.
Chapter 9
Kat
AfterOttofinisheswashingmy hair, he kisses my temple. It’s so tender and sweet it makes my teeth ache. I’m not this girl. People don’t take care of me. I take care of them. It’s how it’s been for as long as I can remember. Even as a child, I was always helping around the house, comforting my mom when my dad would lose his temper, trying my hardest to please everyone and make sure they were all okay.
The last time someone drew me a bath and kissed my head, I was probably five. If even then. Tears gather at the corners of my eyes, but I won’t let them fall.
“I’m gonna go set the table,” Otto whispers into my hair. “I’ll let you know when dinner’s here.” He stands up and walks to the door, throwing me one last awed look before he leaves.
As the euphoric endorphins fade and the water grows cold, I try to make sense of everything that’s happened since I got off of work this evening. Dragons. Mates. Letting a man more than ten years younger than me eat me out on my bathroom counter. That might be the most shocking part of this whole thing. I know it should be the dragon mate part, but I’ve never brought a man home before and definitely never fooled around with one in my own space. Something about that feels so personal, so committed.
I’ve also never been into younger men before. Maybe because I always assumed I’d have to take care of a younger man, and I didn’t need one more person to take care of. Or maybe it’s just my puritanical upbringing that consciously or subconsciously made only one type of age gap okay. I mean, I would barely bat my eye at a man dating a woman ten years his junior—in fact, it happens all the time in New York. Two of the partners at my firm are dating women twenty years younger than they are! So why does it feel so weird for me to be mated to a younger man?
Maybe an impulsive and caring younger man with lots of energy is just what I need. It’s not just the orgasm, which was the best I’ve ever had. It’s that he cleaned my tub without a single complaint, asked me questions about myself and truly listened, and even washed my hair like it was something he enjoyed. I could get used to that kind of treatment. Maybe I should let myself get used to it. Life is hard. I could use a little pampering.
There’s a knock at the door. “Kat, dinner’s ready. Do you want to come out?” Otto asks. “Or I can bring a plate in for you if you want to stay in the tub longer.”
Lincoln’s laugh carries through the walls from the next room. He’s talking animatedly to someone, getting louder and louder the way he does when he’s excited. He’s probably on the phone with a friend.
But hearing him reminds me how thin these walls are, and a sudden sense of panic rushes through me. If I can hear him, did he hear me with Otto earlier? Fuck, now I feel like the worst mom ever. I just got off with a stranger while my son was just down the hall. A stranger who’s barely my age. What was I thinking?
“I’ll come out.” I splash water all over the floor in my haste to grab a towel, then hurry into my bedroom to throw on some clothes.
When I reach the kitchen, Otto is wearing sweatpants and a shirt of Lincoln’s. There are containers of my favorite Thai food on the table, steam rising out of them. It smells delicious. But my attention snags on Lincoln showing a man who’s not Otto his sketchbook.
The man has dark hair that curls just a little around his forehead and gives him a boyish look, but there are lines by his eyes that make me think he’s probably a little older than me. He’s wearing a casual outfit—shorts and a t-shirt—and he’s got a neatly trimmed dark beard.
“Who the hell are you?” My tone is rude and abrupt, but I’ve had enough disruption today. I don’t need another stranger in my house.
