She bit her lip, and he throbbed, wanting to be the one to do that. Then, slowly, cheeks staining red, she swallowed hard. “I want to taste you.”
Holy fuck. He grinned slowly, loving the way her eyes tracked his lips and her own parted.
“You know what I want to do?” he asked. His voice was all growl now, his dragon pressing against the surface.
Her hands fluttered, then settled on his thighs, kneading with each of his rough tugs on himself and each stroke of his fingers. “What?” she finally breathed the word out.
“I want to take you where everyone else can watch and make you come over and over and over in front of them.”
Hadyn’s eyes flared, and the sweet scent of her need filled the air. Yeah. She liked that.
She licked her lower lip. “Would you really do that?”
“If you wanted me to? Hell yes. Dragons aren’t like humans when it comes to sex. We’re fucking possessive, but we also like to show off.”
“But if you’re possessive then wouldn’t it bother you?”
He shook his head. “No one else could touch you. They’d only get to imagine how it feels while I touch you. Hear and see what I do to you.”
He flicked her clit with his thumb, drawing a long, ragged moan from her lips, her legs parting wider for him. Ready for round two.
Gods she was glorious. Unfettered, uninhibited, and the way her gaze stayed trained on him, utterly into what he was doing, had his balls heavy and throbbing.
He dropped to his knees, his own dragon roaring in his head because he was making them both wait. “Remember, Hadyn. When you feel even a hint, what do you do?”
Her head was up off the bed, watching him, lips tipped up in a sexy, hazy smile, eyes glittering. “Tell you I’m going to come.”
He nodded. “We’re going to pop the clutch on this next orgasm.”
“What does that mean?”
Rather than tell her, though, he dropped his head. He paused at the sight of a tattoo on her inner thigh. “Cherries?” he asked.
“My favorite fruit.”
“Interesting placement.” He kissed the spot, then nipped at it, and she yelped in surprise. With a grin, he pumped his fingers in her tight, hot channel and devoured her with his mouth.
She speared her hands into his hair, fingernails digging sharply into his scalp, and he didn’t give a shit. She could mark him all she wanted just so long as she gave herself to him this sweetly every time.
Like a gift. Rune never got gifts.
Her breathing hitched. “I’m going to—”
He stopped what he was doing, going dead still, mouth away from her body.
“What?” She jerked against his hold then groaned. “I was—”
He put his mouth back to her and the long moan that resulted had him grinning even as he did wicked things with his tongue. He worked her again, building and building, until those fingers in his hair clenched. She didn’t speak up, but he stopped cold anyway, recognizing the sighs.
Hadyn growled—she actually growled—adorably sounding like a little toy airplane. “I didn’t say—”
“I could feel it, love.”
She pounded a fist on the bed. “Stop stopping.”
“Trust me.”
Before she could answer, Rune dove back in, and this time he devoted all his focus to that bundle of nerves. His dragon nearly purred at the sounds coming from Hadyn, loving what they were doing to her as much as Rune, despite their own painfully throbbing body parts.
“Oh, oh—”
He stopped again.
She lifted her head to glare at him. “I’m going to kick your ass if you don’t make me orgasm now, Abaddon.”
Gods, the mouth on her.
He set his to her again, determined. Hadyn bucked under his touch. Then again. He worked her clit between his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, whipped at it, relentless and driving. No stopping this time.
Hadyn exploded. No warning, no gathering or hitch in her breathing. Right there with him, screaming as her body convulsed with the waves of her orgasm, her thighs clamping around his head.
So fucking tempting to carry her downstairs and let them all watch the last part. She was…amazing.
The strangest damn urge. He was usually closed off, private. But in this one thing, he wanted the rest of the world to know she was his.
But she’s not, a voice whispered.
He shoved it down a deep hole and let his dragon devour it.
He gentled her through the crests and waves of her orgasm, easing off as she came down from the high, smiling as she turned languid around him, her legs dropping limply to slide off his shoulders.
Standing, he gently lifted her farther onto the bed, then spread her legs wide. She watched him dreamily, and yet her eyes sparked with curiosity.
“That’s right, love. Focus on me. I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to come for me again.”
“Not possible,” she murmured.
“I always did like a challenge.” He smiled, and knew she caught the predatory glint in it when her pupils dilated. Caught it and liked it, given the way she took a shuddering breath.
Taking his cock in his hand, he knelt between her thighs and tapped the blunt tip against her clit. Her body spasmed. He smiled. Good. She was ready for more but still sensitive from the last two. Exactly the way he wanted her.
Thank the gods dragons didn’t have to worry about disease or pregnancy. Positioning himself at her entrance, he held there, then leaned forward, threading his fingers with hers and lifting her hands to either side of her head on the bed. Then he came down on top of her, pushing inside her torturously slowly, sheathing himself and watching her face with every nuanced move.
Her eyes widened as he filled her, chest heaving as she breathed through it. He grunted when he was seated fully and paused, taking time to relish the way they fit, the almost unbearable tightness of her wrapped around him, the way she watched his face with utter trust and an almost innocent kind of fascination.
He had plans for all that innocence. Plans that would take longer than he had tonight.
I want to keep her.
A jolt of shock had him bucking against her at the thought. At the idiotic, impossible thought. No. This was about pleasure—hers and his. That was all.
“You’re glorious in your pleasure,” he said, his voice dark, his dragon pushing through. He wasn’t even moving yet, but just being inside her was swelling him harder. “Want more?”