He’d come upstairs with every intention of seducing her into his bed only to pause in the hall, shamelessly eavesdropping on her conversation with Calla. He’d almost turned around. What kind of asshole did it make him that a savage, possessive kind of satisfaction had filled him at the news that she barely remembered her fated mate? Half a heartbeat later, the lashing of guilt buried some—not all, but some—of that reaction.
He didn’t want to hurt her. At the same time, he had no intention of competing with a dead man.
He’d turned to leave, only Calla had called him out. Even then, though, he hadn’t had to stay. Except, he had. Then every good intention had flown out the window with each inch of skin Hadyn had bared to his hungry eyes.
Now, mouth on hers, taking in the texture of her, reveling in the softest skin, the mint scent of her, he grunted as her small hands slowly divested him of his own clothing. Taking her time exploring each inch of exposed flesh and torturing him in the process.
Not fast enough.
With a sharp inhale, he jerked his head up and took her by the arms, placing her back from him.
“Stand there and watch,” he commanded.
He intended to give tit for tat, and slowly expose his body to her, let her stand there quivering with a need that was elementally raw.
But his own need was already too greedy, his hunger for her turned ravenous. He ripped at his shirt and shucked his pants, with nothing underneath. Her lips tilted with the wanton amusement of a siren who knew she’d driven him to this lack of control.
“Witch,” he growled.
Her eyes flared wide, then darkened, turning that fascinating bottle green color with satisfaction.
“I can be if you want…” She snaked one hand down, over her belly to delve into the triangle of curls at the juncture of her thighs and parted her folds, already glistening with the evidence of her need. His body shook with reaction to every tiny move her wicked fingers made.
Hadyn cocked her head. “Is this what you mean?” she asked, all wide-eyed innocence, then flicked a finger and moaned at the pleasure she’d created for herself. Sexiest damn sound he’d ever heard. Only he wanted to be the one pulling it from her lips.
Using animalistic speed, in an instant he was on his knees before her, hand batting hers away. He parted her and ran his tongue through her seam in several hard sweeps, pausing to circle the bundle of nerves.
Loud moans tumbled from her lips as her honeyed flavor poured over his tongue. Nectar and the sweetest sounds of pleasure. He carefully widened her stance and then slipped one, two fingers inside her and stopped.
“Tell me when you’re about to come,” he demanded.
No answer, her expression dreamy. Fuck, that was a beautiful look on her.
He speared her with his gaze. “Hadyn.”
“Hmmm?”
“Tell me.” He twisted his fingers inside her, and her hands at his shoulders dug in, nails sharp. “Tell me the second you feel it build. Got it?”
She bit her lip. Nodded.
Savage satisfaction drove his mouth back to her, but at the first lash of his tongue, she said, a little too eagerly, “I feel it.”
He almost chuckled as he kept moving his fingers. “I meant tell me when you’re at the very edge.”
She made an impatient little sound. “But I need you inside me now.” Hands urgent on him, she practically tried to lift him up. “Not just your fingers.”
“Not yet, love,” he insisted. “Trust me. I’ll make this good for you.”
And he would. Even if she hated him at first, and even with his body threatening to catch fire. The pleasure she’d experience after the long build he had in store would be worth it.
Despite her sexy striptease and confident touch, he had the distinct impression that Hadyn was closer to innocence than she might admit. A human living in a dragon world without her mate, he’d bet most of her experiences involved fumbling human couplings. The compulsion pushing him now included an absolute determination to give her all the pleasure she’d been missing.
“Not yet?” she grumbled, voice adorably miffed while she bucked her hips, chasing more. “What are you waiting for?”
“You’re going to orgasm,” he said. Leaving his fingers embedded inside her, he made his way with his mouth up to her pert breasts.
“That’s the idea,” she huffed.
He grinned. “No… I mean a lot. First you come with my mouth on your breasts—you still owe me an orgasm from the boat—then again with my mouth on your sweet pussy. Then, and only then, will you come around my cock.”
She squirmed, inner walls fluttering around his fingers, breathing turning rapid. “Oh gods, I might come just from thinking those things.”
“Wait until you feel them.”
“Arrogant much?”
He curled his fingers, and her breathing stuttered. “So…tell me when you’re about to come.”
She nodded her head, bangs falling into her eyes.
His shaft stood painfully erect and pulsing in time to what he was doing, saying…and planning. He’d get his turn later. This was for her. “Good girl.”
With a wicked grin, he pulled that sweet dusky-hued nipple back into his mouth, sucking in a rhythm her entire body took up, pulsing and shifting with each draw. He’d almost had her there back in the boat. He’d been so close to tipping her over into that abyss of pleasure before they’d been interrupted. That kid probably got an eyeful, too.
Pressing the palm of his hand against her clit, he lifted his head and used his other hand to play with those perfect handfuls. A fast learner, he figured out very quickly—by the flutter of her channel over his fingers—that pinching her nipples got the best response. So he did that. Slow at first, pulling them a little. Then speeding up and in rhythm. He didn’t let up until her legs trembled so hard, she had to prop her hands behind her on the bed to steady herself.
“I’m com—”
She didn’t even get the words out, her inner muscles spasming around his fingers as she whimpered loud and long through the first orgasm he intended to give her. Lips parted, cheeks flushed, and so damn beautiful. He could watch her do this all fucking day and consider it a day well spent. Then she went boneless on him.
He tumbled her to the bed, pulling her ass to the edge and splaying her legs wide, lost to the demands of his body and his dragon, and driven wilder by hers. Her pleasure was his, and damn, he was having fun.
Rune stood at the edge of the bed between her legs. “Watch me,” he said.
Drowsy, heated eyes followed the muscles of his chest, his stomach, and down to where he’d wrapped his fist around his cock, squeezing it hard. With his other hand, he slipped his fingers back inside her. Gentle now, stroking and teasing, drawing her through the aftermath of one orgasm, and carefully, slowly building into the next. A shudder ran through her, breath panting from her lips, her eyes fluttering though she kept her gaze on him.