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Our eyes catch, so much going unsaid. I drag the head of my cock over her clit. She bites her lip to contain a groan, but it still hums in her chest. I do it again, stroking her with my dripping tip. She lets out a lovely whimper.
Damn, I love the sound of her pleasure, but she’s not the only one who doesn’t want to share right now. “Shhh.” Lifting on my elbows, I bring my mouth right to her ear. “Be a good girl and bite your tongue while you wrap that pussy around my cock, love. I don’t want anyone else hearing those sweet sounds.”
She grins, then slowly sinks down, meeting my gaze as she swallows me inch by fucking inch. She doesn’t lift and lower herself. She falls in one torturously slow movement. A sensual glide.
I bite back my moan as she tries to sink all the way down my length, hindered by my fist still holding the base of my cock. I want to be all the way inside her, to fuck up into her with hard, claiming thrusts, but I keep still, giving her time to adjust to my size before letting her take all of me. The denial demands every ounce of concentration I have, but I don’t want to hurt her, and I don’t want to rush this. I’m already two thrusts away from coming, and that kind of speed isn’t what I’m after. I’m not coming until she does.
“Damian,” she scolds as she tugs on my wrist.
I don’t let go of my cock, the firm grip just enough to keep me from spilling. “Give me a minute.”
I forgot how good she feels. So warm and wet and right. I have to take deep breaths to keep from coming too soon, already overwhelmed. When I finally let go of myself, her pelvis immediately sinks down, taking all of me. My cock kicks against her walls, eager and excited to be back where it belongs, inside my mate. We groan together and simultaneously cover eachother’s mouths, which makes me chuckle and her eyes light with amusement.
I move both hands to her hips and flip us. The bed bounces, and Otto makes a cute little sigh as he rolls away. He doesn’t wake up, though I’m not sure I’d mind anymore. Now that I’m inside her, claiming her, some part of me wants someone to witness this, to know how fully she’s mine.
“Shhh.” Kat brings a finger to her lips.
Does she really expect me to keep quiet when I’m seated all the way inside her for the first time in fourteen years? Yeah, that's not gonna happen. I’m done being quiet. At this point, if Otto wakes up, he wakes up.
“You feel too good, love,” I groan.
Keeping our bodies close, I rock my hips, rubbing against her clit with each subtle movement. “See how well we fit together?”
Without withdrawing, I build up my pace. Hard, deep thrusts, grinding against her, just how I remember she likes it. Our bodies close, tits smashed against my chest, soft belly against my abs, lips connected, tongues tangled, breath heavy and panting.
Electric warmth pools at the base of my spine. Fuck. Fuck! I can’t come yet. Need her to come first. I take deep breaths and slow my movements. “Come for me, Kat. Come on my cock. I can’t—I’m—”
It’s impossible to say which of us comes first. The second I spill myself inside her, she clamps down, spasming around me as I tense and unload. It feels like it goes on forever and not nearly long enough. I swear my soul leaves my body.
I collapse, unable to hold myself up. Not wanting to crush her, I immediately roll off, cock slipping free with a satisfying squelch.
She suddenly gasps, sitting straight up with wild eyes. Pulling the sheet against her bare chest, she tumbles out of bed, tripping and landing on her ass.
“Fuck, Kat, are you okay?” I lean over the side of the bed to check on her.
She takes one look at me and screams.
Chapter 16
Kat
There’samaninmy bed I’ve never seen before and a wetness between my thighs that’s alarmingly familiar.
“What the hell did you do to me?” My back hits the wall as I scoot away on my ass.
His mouth drops open while his brows turn down. He blinks, dark eyes glistening as if they’re damp with tears. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. His hair sticks up at odd angles like someone’s been pulling it, but it just adds to his charm. He’s shirtless, and his lean body is cut with muscle. He moves with a grace that makes me think he’d be a great dancer—or great at other things.
But what the fuck is he doingin my bed?
“Mom!” Lincoln yells from the hall. “Are you okay?” There’s a knock on the door. “I heard you yell. If they hurt you—”
They? Lincoln knows about this guy? Slowly, some of yesterday comes back to me. My memories feel fuzzy, but I remember… Otto. My dragon mate. Fuck.
Okay, yeah, I remember going to bed with Otto last night. That’s right. Maybe… maybe he’s why it feels like there’s cum leaking out of me. But… that doesn’t explain the stranger who looks like someone just punched him in the gut.
“We’re okay.” Otto appears at the edge of the bed, yawning and rubbing his eyes, messy hair sticking up in every direction. He doesn’t seem at all alarmed that there’s a naked man next to him.
“We’re definitely not okay,” I hiss at Otto and the other man, too low for Lincoln to hear because I don’t want to worry him.
