Crushing my lips against his from this angle is slightly awkward and off center, yet neither of us give a shit. Our tongues touch much softer than they ever have. They twist lightly. Swivel unhurriedly. Stay rolling and stroking long after I’m pressed against the mattress on my stomach with his dick to the hilt. Pain from earlier is no more than a faint memory while pleasure from every hard pump is the perfect reality. With my leg slightly hiked up, the thrusts feel so much deeper. They make me feel so much fuller. My soaking wet pussy simultaneously weeps for reprieve and requests more. Shivers shower themselves all across my body every time his cock stretches me further. Hitches in my breath are had between airy screams of his name into the sheets. Pushing my ass back into the agonizingly slow grinding causes me to cycle through caressing my own clit with the fingers that are trapped there. New moans emerge from the additional heavenly sensations, and A.D.’s mouth latches onto my neck in desperation to taste them. The vibrations of my whimpers are met by trembles created from his own feral groaning. Succulent sounds spread from wall to wall mirroring the slightly increasing speed of our movements. One of his hands lurches into my wet locks, anxious to yank me into the quickening heaves, yet the other pushes down on my thigh, pinning me in place on a wordless threat not to move an inch.
Being carnally torn in two while relentless friction continues to build from my stiff digits being ceaselessly brushed leads to me coming undone on one, long, back bowing scream. “Auran!”
Teeth gently scrape the skin in their possession alongside a possessive hiss. “Mine.”
Ours.
Searing streams of cum are savagely splashed against my throbbing muscles, branding them with every label I can hardly believe belong to me and sealing each previously spoken proclamation properly into place.
A.D.’s hips return to a slow roll yet don’t break our connection. Light nips are presented around a low beastly rumble I love to hear after he gets off.
I close my eyes on a satisfied smirk, sway my own frame into the gradual rocking, and internally whisper the one word I can literally feel that they’re both desperate for.
Yours.
Gene puts down another bowl of the purple fruit in front me prompting my Fated Mate to tease, “Are you even fucking chewing them, Peanut Butter, or just swallowing them whole?”
I beam brightly at the same time I pick one up. “This from the female who I once watched inhale three bags of M&M’s before the movie even started?”
“You’re supposed to eat candy at the theater. You’re not supposed to eat eggplant for breakfast.”
“Akebi, Lady Draak,” Gene corrects prior to placing a hot chocolate with whipped cream and M&M’s on top in front of her.
“A-k-be doing a lot better not watching him mouth bang that thing.”
With my eyebrows playfully lifted, I momentarily place a hand on her arm.
Don’t be jealous, Tiny Toes. I’ll mouth bang you again when I’m finished.
She not so casually presses her thighs together in tandem with her lips against her mug.
Not entirely sure who loves that shit more.
Me or her or Gold.
All of a sudden, P strolls into the kitchen, worn-out face immediately collecting our attention.
Gene beats me to the punch of speaking. “Coffee, Master Draak?”
“To-go,” he states during an adjustment of his tie. “I have a meeting.”
“Work?” I curiously inquire.
“No,” P replies prior to shifting his attention to Ana. “And congrats on the immediate promotion. I saw your work and was informed that each photo required a little less cleaning up due to a perfect presentation to begin with. I look forward to seeing you contribute to other projects in the future.”
Pride radiates so ferociously off of my female that I’m tempted to lean over and taste it directly from her lips.
“Next appointment?” He asks as Gene hands him his requested beverage.
“Tentatively on Tuesday. Freya said my secretary would start today, and that I’d have a more concrete schedule by tonight.”
“Be careful with that woman’s temper,” P cautiously warns in what sounds like genuine concern. “Do not let her treat you like dragonshit because she’s having a bad day. She’s been known to do that. It’s unacceptable behavior and especially unacceptable towards a member of the Draak family. Understood?
Another wave of pride rolls off the female I need on top of me again. “Cujo clear.”
My brother flashes a brief look of puzzlement pushing me to change topics back to the original. “Who’s the meeting with? Griff?”
“No, he’s temporarily been reassigned to investigate the other victims on that sale list. See if they’re still alive and can possibly be saved. Krystie is – thank the Great Ones – doing better with the transfusion; however, she is nowhere near ready to talk or to be of use in regards to information.”
“She’s like Kaleb was, P. She just needs some time.”
“Yes, well, I don’t have much of that to spare at the moment.” An expression of unease strips me of my appetite. “The wolf buyer was an Alpha.”
Oh. Shit.
“And his pack is not too thrilled to find out he was dismembered by a dragon.”
“Hey, I tried to let that wolfhole drown.”
“Not better, A.D.” He swiftly shakes his head. “Not worse, but definitely not fucking better.”
Ana slides a hand on my thigh in a wordless show of solidarity.
“Nonetheless, a dead alpha makes a pissed off pack, so there are discussions that need to be had from family to family. Their new Alpha to the head of the Draak clan.”
Uncomfortable adjustments in my seat start to occur. “I should be there. I was the one who killed him. It was my fuck up.”
“You were rescuing an innocent, kidnapped creature and protecting your Fated Mate, you did nothing wrong,” P promptly argues on my behalf. “The Alpha was out of line for purchasing a brainwashed creature to be his sex slave after enduring rejection. That is not an honorable nor acceptable way to handle your sorrow. We do not condone that – shifters should not condone that – and if their pack does, then I will make it clear it is not something we will sit idly by and allow. The last thing I want is a war on two fronts, but it is one that I know we can all agree is worth fighting for.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Ana firmly retorts.
One sticky set of fingers drops to give her hand a loving pat. “What do you want us to do in the meantime?”
“Stay on top of Griff, keep an eye on Krystie and Karry, avoid any more near-death experiences,” he tosses a glare at Tiny Toes who pretends not to notice, “and pray to The Great Ones we start getting more answers and less problems.”