And they passed that down to us.
Which is why tonight is the night A.D. and I will bond.
I know it’s the right time to permanently build our lives.
I know it like I know my parents would be proud of who I’m choosing to spend forever with.
It’s been a long, hot and heavy weekend, where I found myself mentally begging to bond on multiple occasions. Having him connect with my brothers – despite their assholish behavior – was a turn on. Having him decline going to some swanky party to take me shopping and celebrate my possible new career with the same family who was a dick to him the night before? Major turn on. Having him send me to the spa yesterday to be pampered and relaxed prior to doing additional pampering and relaxing that involved a tongue bath I still get wet just thinking about? Can we say biggest fucking turn on of them all? We’re talking, bend me over, slap my ass, and brand me in all things dragon level of turn on. I have never wanted a man – er being – this much or this constantly in my entire life. And I mean I want him in every way.
‘Til death do us part.
I’m finally ready to accept all aspects of being a Fated Mate.
Just gotta figure out how to tell him that so it doesn’t sound like I’m simply saying whatever I need to say to get laid.
And fuck me sideways, do I need to get laid.
A.D. blows gently on my toes causing them to wiggle in response. He snickers at the action while scolding, “Quit that, Tiny Toes. You’re gonna fuck up the paint.”
“You mean the paint you feel I just had to have for good luck?”
Low grumbles are followed by more light blowing.
“Admit it, Peanut Butter,” I demand, pausing the show on our wall-mounted, TV. “There was absolutely nothing wrong with the paint job I had and that you just wanted your signature color on my toes today.”
“She fucked up that pedicure.”
“She did not.”
“The polish was already chipping.”
“It wasn’t.”
“She chose an unflattering shade.”
“Liar, liar, your tie is on fire.”
He looks up to flash me a small grin. “Sleeper childhood rhymes are silly.”
“So, are you, Peanut Butter.” My head tips to one side, smirk challenging yet playful. “Fess the fuck up.”
A.D. rolls his eyes, gently removes my feet off his shoulders to plant back down on the hardwood, and sighs, “Fine. I want you in my color today.”
“Want or need?”
More grumbles fester in the air for a moment before he growls, “Need.”
“I like when you’re needy,” I salaciously taunt.
His hands curl around the area right above my knees to assist in tugging me to the very edge of plush gold sofa. “You need something, too, don’t you, Fated Mate?”
Fuck him and his magical abilities.
Your boyfriend – or whatever – shouldn’t be able to tell every time you’re the least bit horny.
“We don’t have time for what I need…”
“Liar, liar,” he sexually spars back, “your panties would be on fire if you had any on.” A.D. pushes my knees in opposite directions prior to descending downward. Leaning back on the first lick is mindlessly done as is lifting my hips to the ones that occur next. Bulging biceps and triceps trap my thighs in place while unrestrained lashes wreak lewd and lascivious havoc on the freshly waxed territory. Sucks of my clit are harsh and hungry. Dives into the source of my wetness are deep and wild. Swipes are taken of every inch from top to bottom, yet faster, harder strokes are delivered lower than expected. Rolls around the rim of my back hole have my breath hitching in unexpected elation. Feeling tiny pushes of pressure preceded by tantalizing twirls commands my splayed fingers to clamp onto the cushion for stability. Growls grow possessive, and hearing me scrape my nails against the furniture only encourages him to become more obstreperous.
Sharp, bites of pain cut into my ass cheeks without real warning, prompting my eyes to fly open. The tiny stings are delicious, but seeing the cause is from A.D.’s claws having shifted on just one hand makes them even more delectable. Knowing that both halves of him want me…need to be with me…has juices flowing faster and more frequently from my pussy to his tongue. Like the always hungry beast he is, lapping them up is done with focus. Intensity dripping from every single brush. Fervent thrusts are given in oscillation to both sets of tensing muscles only ceasing the action when I reach out to grab a fist full of his blond hair to keep his tongue buried right where I crave it most.
Intoxicating tingles take control of my entire body, arching and bowing my back, giving and taking my breath, transforming me into a trembling mess of whimpers and moans. Hot vibrations are attached to ferocious licks that are demanding I give him what he wants as much as myself.
The toes he was just painting suddenly lift to their tips at the same time I smash his face in my pussy to the point I doubt he can breathe. “Auran!”
Screaming his name results in him releasing a bestial roar of mine.
Incessant pulses profusely begin, and there’s no reluctance to crash his tongue into each one. Fingers from both of my hands grip his tangled locks for leverage while he allows additional claws to cut into me.
Heavy mixtures of groans, huffs, and whimpers fuse with scents of sex, chocolate, and blood creating an amalgamation so powerful I’m left panting for more. “Mate me, A.D.”
My Fated Mate abruptly stops all his movements.
Still lingering in the thick sexual haze, I mindlessly beg, “Bond with me.”
Familiar enticed groans leave him as he leans back out of my hold to meet my gaze. “That’s just the orgasm talking.”
“It’s definitely talking too,” a mischievous grin cakes my face at the same time I relax against the furniture, “not alone.”
A.D. licks the juices off his lips, moaning loudly during the process. “Tiny Toes…”
“Auran.”
Louder rumbles rattle his tight frame, a sight that has me biting my inner cheek to stop from whimpering. “You know what it does to me when you say my fucking name.”
“I do.” Flashing another impish smirk, I add, “And I plan to say it all night long while we’re bonding.”
“For Dragons Sake, I have never heard sexier fucking words in all of my existence.” His purred admission is followed by him dragging his fingers down his face in an attempt to regain his composure. “Ana…,” he begins, Adam’s apple bobbing in nervousness, “are you sure that’s what you really want?”