But Reaper was worth that effort. Reaper was worth every sacrifice, he who was willing to give everything up for me.
As soon as we reached our bedroom, I felt bereft when he lay me down on the bed and started removing his clothes. Getting back up on my feet, I began kissing his chest and licking the sensitive line where his scales faded into the skin of his chiseled abs. He purred in approval while tossing his shirt aside. His hands lifting the hem of my uniform dress to rid me of it forced me to stop undoing the magnetic clasp of his pants.
I didn’t get to resume that task. Reaper’s hungry mouth went straight for my erect nipples, making me slightly bend backwards. The rough texture of his tongue on my areola always had me throbbing between my thighs. I never expected that just getting my breasts fondled could be so pleasurable. My mate had even managed to make me climax that way.
Over the past few weeks, my chest had nicely filled out. Thankfully, they were perky enough not to require me wearing a bra. Although the one Jessica had offered to lend me now mostly fit, I’d decided that particular undergarment was a torture device designed by a sadist filled with cruel intentions.
The fire in the pit of my stomach was growing fast, and my inner walls were already beginning to contract in anticipation of what I’d been aching for. But I didn’t want Reaper to make me climax already. Once he started, he wouldn’t relent, drawing one orgasm after another from me until I was a complete puddle, too messed up to do anything. I wanted to pleasure my man first, which was also quite the treat for me.
Fisting the two ends of his half-moon shaped horn, I yanked it back, forcing him to straighten. He hissed, more in surprise than in any actual pain, although he had certainly felt a nice sting. Ignoring his questioning frown, I dropped to my knees in front of him and finished undoing his pants while licking his navel—which I’d discovered was as sensitive to him as my nipples were to me. His moan and the way his body shuddered with pleasure in response excited me even more and made me feel sexy. I loved how such a powerful male turned to mush beneath my touch.
Reaper kicked off his boots seconds before I pulled down his pants.
“Open,” I ordered while he was stepping out of them.
Without arguing, Reaper parted his loin plate, the dark scales forming it shifting to the side to reveal my glorious prize. The cinnamon scent of his pheromones flooded the room, making my nipples instantly painfully hard while moisture pooled between my thighs. He moaned again when my fingers wrapped around his pre-lubricated cock, a slightly darker color than his light-grey skin. It was too big for my hand to close, and I tried not to think about how I could ever take it all in. Instead, I stroked him a couple of times, enjoying the feel of the ridges along his shaft against my palm and wondering how they would feel inside of me.
As soon as I took him in my mouth, the taste of cinnamon buns exploded on my taste buds. Reaper whispered my name, and his fingers slipped through my hair, fisting it gently, although he didn’t try to control the movement of my head. I bobbed in front of him, the nails of one hand scraping at the scales on his pelvis and thighs while my other hand stroked him in counterpoint to the movement of my mouth.
When his legs began to shake, and his breathing became labored, I accelerated the pace, knowing he was on the verge of tipping over. But just as I thought I had him, Reaper pulled away from me, then yanked me up before tossing me onto the bed. I yelped, the room spinning around me as I landed on the soft mattress and bounced a couple of times. Moving at lightning speed, my mate lunged back on me. My poor underwear never had a chance. I heard it snap seconds before Reaper’s warm mouth landed on my sex.
That tongue of his was insane. Not only did its rough texture enhance every sensation, the vibration of his mating song just multiplied my sensitivity a thousand-fold. I climaxed with a startled cry as he licked and sucked on my little nub. But even as I rode the waves of ecstasy, Reaper’s tongue slipped inside of me. I’d recently discovered that my man could do a series of partial shifts, and this one was the most deliciously insane. His tongue lengthened and thickened, as it moved in and out of me. He had done it many times before, stopping short of breaching my hymen. But this time, he was making it thicker, stretching me, preparing me to receive him.
My stomach quivered, from both pleasure and anticipation. While his tongue continued to make love to me, Reaper’s thumb rubbing my clit had me cresting again in no time. Only then did my man climb on top of me. I spread my legs for him to settle between them, my core throbbing, and my skin shivering with a mix of fear, need, and eagerness.
“Bond with me, my love,” Reaper whispered against my lips. “Be mine, now and always.”
“Yes,” I breathed out, my arms wrapping tightly around him. “Forever and ever. You are my Sun.”
“My mate, I am yours,” Reaper replied while carefully pushing himself inside of me.
He had stopped his mating song not to enhance my pain. His consciousness lovingly wrapped around mine, he whispered words of love and covered my face and neck with gentle kisses. Despite the slight discomfort, I welcomed the invasion, eased by his natural lubrication and how wet he had gotten me. Soon, my mate was fully sheathed. He didn’t move right away, giving me time to adjust to his girth. But when he did, I finally understood why he had waited so long for us to go the distance.
Gentle at first, passion quickly overtook him. He took me deeper, faster, harder, and I gladly surrendered to his unbridled desire. It was frightening and exciting as I drowned in a sea of pleasure, laced with a tinge of pain. I didn’t want him to stop.
And then he began to shift. He appeared to become bigger and his shoulders broader. The bone spikes along his spine and shoulder lines extruded further, while his fangs descended. There was something terrifyingly wild and beautiful as he snarled at me like a predator about to capture his prey. His head suddenly moved in a blur and then a sharp, piercing pain in my shoulder where he had buried his fangs made me cry out. Seconds later, I shouted again, this time with a violent orgasm as liquid ecstasy flooded my veins.
Reaper’s voice joined mine as he roared his own climax, but he didn’t relent. My mate had all but gone feral. His Dragon was unleashed, and it wouldn’t stop until it was sated. He made me tip over the edge too many times to count. By the time he finally took pity on me, I was wonderfully sore, blissfully wrecked, and irrevocably bonded to my mate. Our souls intertwined, his arms possessively wrapped around me, I fell asleep with my body tingling from his bonding fluid flowing through me.
My mate woke me three more times that night to make love to me. I’d expected to be a total mess this morning, and yet, I’d never felt so alive or more energetic. There was no doubt in my mind that whatever Reaper’s fangs had injected me with was responsible for it.
As we got dressed, I became concerned by the troubled expression on Reaper’s face every time he looked at me.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing, my love,” Reaper said, slightly taken aback.
“Something is troubling you,” I insisted.
He opened his mouth as if to deny it, and then hesitated. “I guess I’m wondering if you have come to a decision about your future.”
“Our future, you mean?” I asked, distraught by his wording.
He smiled as if I had said something silly. “My future is wherever yours is. Have you decided where you want that to be?”