“So, I’m gonna be a good Fated Mate-”
“You’re always a good Fated Mate.”
“Not what you said two nights ago.”
“You mean when you signed me up during happy hour to sing ‘Oops...I Did It Again’ for karaoke at that witch’s 211th birthday party?”
Funny.
I will starve you.
Ana maliciously giggles and curls her hands around the edges of my jacket to give it a gentle pull. “Anyway, I’m gonna help you relax.”
Her declaration receives a curious head tilt.
“In my magic bag, I’ve got a comb, a brush, some great leave-in-condition, and hairspray to make sure those wild blond strands don’t move an inch at that meeting after they’ve been moving all around for me.”
Is that shit supposed to sound as sexy as she makes it?
Yes.
Your opinion can’t be trusted.
“One good head rub, and you’ll feel like a new being.”
Rather than argue, I playfully poke, “Can you promise to only get the hairspray in my hair and not in my eyes?”
“No.”
Her refusal receives a loud, body shaking laugh. The sound sparks her own to begin, an action that’s swiftly followed by her tugging me over to occupy the chair she just was. I shed my jacket and shift into the most comfortable position possible. Loud, unrelaxing noises immediately begin beside me as Ana digs for whatever tools she’s lugging around today.
My Fated Mate isn’t quite a hoarder but some of the shit I randomly find in her bag makes a dragon wonder…
Really.
Who keeps a beard brush that doesn’t have a fucking beard?
An open bag of M&M’s lands near me, and I carefully grab a couple to munch on. Unlike earlier when she first arrived, I’m no longer ravenous, which means I’m already less stressed than I was. I’m not going to mention that, however. I rather love the idea of my female rubbing my head and pampering me for five minutes while chowing down on chocolate. It’s like the best spa service I could dream up…primarily because it’s my mate doing it and fucking her before, during, or after doesn’t require payment.
Cold liquid slowly coats my scalp prior to being worked against the roots. The sensual scrubs and scratches have my eyelids falling closed and head tilting back on low groans of gratitude. Long, loving rubs are delivered from front to back. Delicate yet deep scrapes span themselves around and between damp locks that are more than willing to be manipulated by her nimble fingers. Each time she starts at the base of my neck and ends at the front of my hairline, my dick lifts in tandem, begging to be what she touches next. Any bits of worry are effortlessly replaced with sprinkles of pure delight.
Groans naturally grow louder.
Longer.
More frequent prior to completely vanishing all together when one hand glides itself across my stiff cock.
She delivers a firm squeeze while whispering in my ear, “Time to rub the other head…”
Getting my dick out of my pants has never occurred as fast or furiously as it immediately does.
The second Ana’s dry fingers curl around my cock, it’s clear to me that this was in her plan all along. That working me up was just the prelude to working me lower. And fuck me, is she working me lower. Savage strokes are swiftly given to my shaft. She doesn’t waste time teasing and toying and taunting trying to conjure up pleading or begging. She simply pumps, sucks on my earlobe, and tugs the strands of hair still in her grasp in a mind spinning, ball swelling cycle. Swipes of precum off my tip coat her fiercely gliding palm, adding a slickness to the situation that increases the pleasure. It has me breathlessly calling out her name while rocking my hips upward to meet every delectable jerk. Licks litter themselves up and down the shell of my ear, matching graze for graze of the hand that’s remorselessly yanking me to the cliff of coming. Curling my toes soon becomes curling my claws and curling my claws quickly transforms into carving them into the carpet in a desperation for stability. Slews of an ancient tongue I’ve never spoken seep from me in low, beastly murmurs I can’t stop myself from making. Rather than be fearful of the sounds, my daredevil rushes to do whatever possible to make more of them. She strokes faster. Pants against my ear. Pulls my head back each time the edge of her hand lightly taps the base of my dick. I clamp my fingers onto the edge of the chair for assistance in resisting my Fated Mate’s overly relentless nature, yet when she whimpers my full name like she’s coming, it has me doing it instead. Short, scorching bursts seer her fingertips on airy, animalistic roars. Like always, it’s a battle to keep my eyes open to watch her watch me, so that I can see the power and honor that pleasing me paints in her expression. I tenaciously fight against my hooded lids with every fiber of my being, anxious to see her teeth bite the bottom lip I can’t wait to sink my dragon ones into.
The teeth of the very creature that is now peacefully slumbering.
Ana happily hums while smearing the thick secretion along my spent shaft prompting me to playfully inquire, “You’re purposely making a bigger fucking mess, aren’t you?”
“You should’ve asked for my M&M’s instead of just taking them.”
We exchange mirth-filled, challenging expressions that are interrupted by an unsuspecting knock on the door. “Boss?”
Panic pounces to replace humor as I realize I can’t have her see me like this.
Or anyone really.
Thank fuck I keep a spare suit in the closet at all times.
Heather calls out again due to my silence. “Um…boss?”
“I need a few!”
“You want me to sign for this package then?”
“Well, she can’t sign for this one,” Ana states slyly on one last stoke, “because I already did.”
My mouth moves to flirt back when my assistant interrupts again. “They say they can come back later if you want.”
“Sign for it, please!” Meeting the sexy troublemaker’s gaze, I playfully reprimand, “You’re lucky I have extra pants in the office.”
“You’re lucky my happy ending is free.”
Jealousy doesn’t bother hiding in my tone, “I better be the only one getting happy endings, Tiny Toes.”
“At-ah,” she saucily scolds, wagging her non cum-covered finger. “I did a good job of winding you down. Don’t go spitting on my fucking hard work.” She grabs what appears to be a stolen hotel hand towel and begins to clean her hands. “Especially when you know I haven’t let any guy get close to me like this in over a year.”