Page 24 of Dragon Flames
I flush under the attention, his raspy tone hardening my nipples. The neckline slips, leaving my shoulder bare. I feel daring, both bold and sexy, when his hungry look sharpens. The rush of power is addicting. When I tip my head, he fucking growls, his body tensing against the need to pounce.
Lust burns in my veins, and my core clenches in need.
I want more.
Crave more.
I press my hand to his chest, grip his shirt, and tug him closer. His lips hover just over mine, his eyes locked on my mouth, and damn if it doesn’t make me even wetter. “Kiss me.”
Gold flashes in his eyes, his dragon chuffing in triumph. When he lowers his head, I feel his hands slide up the backs of my thighs. One second, I’m standing, and the next my ass is dumped on the table with him conveniently standing between my spread thighs.
Even as I push myself upright, he drops to his knees, his shoulders spreading me wider until he’s almost eye-level with my crotch. He inhales deeply, a rumble vibrating from his chest, and his greenish-gold eyes flash with hunger. “Say yes.”
My thighs tremble as he lightly trails his fingers up and down the outside of my legs, my jumbled mind frozen on only one thing—the pure desire to know what it feels like to be worshipped. “Yes.”
Fabric rips, and the boxer shorts vanish, leaving me exposed to his gaze. The women who prepared me at the prison had done a thorough waxing, but I can’t help feeling a little self-conscious.
Until he leans forward and tastes me with a full swipe of his tongue through my folds. After the second pass, I lean back, my legs fall open, and I arch up, eagerly anticipating his next touch.
He doesn’t disappoint.
He feasts on me like I’m his favorite dessert, and he wants to savor every last drop. He brings his hands up, parting me, tauntingly brushing at my opening, but he never enters me. My limbs tingle as my orgasm approaches, but it remains maddeningly out of reach.
I’m on the verge of giving in to the urge to reach down and finish the job myself when his mouth finally latches onto my clit, and he sucks hard.
My body detonates, and my brain ceases to function as he eases me through the most explosive orgasm of my life.
Doing it myself just doesn’t compare, and I almost feel cheated out of all the orgasms I’ve missed throughout my life. I blink my eyes open to find myself lying completely sprawled back on the table while he gently licks me clean.
I hum in contentment, lazily reaching down to comb my fingers through his short, blond hair.
And receive a sharp bite on my inner thigh and a growl in response.
“Hey!” I jolt upright and glare down at the asshole.
“Mine.” Then he dives back in, feasting on me like my first orgasm was only an appetizer.
I quickly forgive him and soon find myself riding his face as my second orgasm sneaks up on me, then sends me flying.
“Fuck me…” The hoarse male words come from the doorway.
I let out a startled yelp, shoving Elias away as I scramble to my feet.
But Elias is already moving, standing between me and the intruder, releasing a massive roar that shakes the room around us, something that should’ve been impossible to come from a human body. I cautiously peer around his broad frame and spy Preston standing at the threshold.
Instead of looking alarmed or worried, his electric blue eyes whirl with hunger.
Shoulders heaving, Elias gently eases me farther behind him, then glares at the kid. “Mine.”
Chapter Eight
PRESTON
The trip to the store takes much longer than expected, leaving my dragon on edge, and I’m eager to get back to my mate. My skin feels itchy when I don’t have her in my sights.
No one is fiercer than a dragon protecting his mate.
That Darius and Elias would rip apart the world if she so much as stubbed a toe doesn’t seem to matter. The need to be close to my mate is making me snappish and irritable. I nearly run some poor schmuck off the road in my rush to get back to the mansion.
