Needing more, he plunged his tongue inside her, loving how her muscles gripped him lightly.
He put his hands under her ass and lifted her even more to his mouth, giving him better access to lick, thrust, and tease her sweet core.
When she was even wetter for him, he pulled back and moved to circle her clit without actually touching it. She buckled her hips and cried out. “More, Brad. Please.”
Not wanting to deny his female, he flicked her hard bud with his tongue, soon finding a rhythm that made her moan and squirm more than any other.
And even though his dick was harder than it’d ever been in his life, he focused on his female, both man and beast wanting—no, needing—her to orgasm. Mostly for her, but also for him.
Because it was one of the ways Brad could prove he wanted her as his mate for real.
It didn’t take long until Tasha squirmed as she gripped the blanket with her fingers.
Suckling her clit, he lightly nibbled with his teeth, and Tasha cried out before she screamed his name.
Needing to taste her orgasm, Brad moved back to her pussy, lapping at her sweet nectar, groaning at how fucking good she tasted.
When she finally stopped spasming, Brad gave one last leisurely lick before he kissed each of her thighs and then her lower belly.
So as to not tempt himself, he laid his chin on her abdomen and smiled up at her. Tasha barely raised her head and smiled slowly. “So what’s my reward then?”
He gently slapped her hip. “Are you sure you can take more? You look about ready to pass out to me.”
She raised her brows. “It’ll take more than one orgasm to do that, dragonman. I can take whatever you’ve got.”
His dragon snorted. She has obviously never been with a dragon-shifter before.
Good. We’ll be her first and last one.
With no argument from his beast, Brad lazily played with Tasha’s nipple as he said, “Just be lucky I can’t go full force yet. Because in a frenzy, you can’t say things like that or my beast will pounce on the opening, interpreting it as a real challenge. You have to set boundaries with inner dragons.”
“Oh, if you go too far, I’ll say something, trust me. But I’m not a delicate flower who gasps at a few swear words or something. I look forward to your inner dragon later.”
His dragon growled. You had better fucking try to win her over a hell of a lot faster than what you’ve been doing. I want to claim her.
He replied to Tasha, “Duly noted. Now, as for your reward…”
And so Brad made his mate come two more times with only his fingers and tongue, loving how he learned exactly what made her orgasm the hardest.
True, his balls were so blue by the end they were probably bordering on purple, but he didn’t care.
No female had ever tasted as good, had been as open to his touch, or had ever truly screamed his name so loud.
And with his dragon half somewhat calmed after it all, Brad started to think of how to win Tasha over completely. No more distance or excuses.
In his mind, he’d already claimed her. But to appease his beast, he needed to make it a reality.
Chapter Nine
The next morning, Tasha reached a hand over to the left side of the bed and expected to find the giant, warm hulk of a dragonman.
However, she felt nothing but smooth, cold sheets. Opening her eyes, she saw the empty space and sighed.
She understood why Brad couldn’t spend the night with her just yet, but she hadn’t expected to feel so disappointed at his absence.
And not just because of his magical tongue, either. She was becoming rather comfortable whenever he was near.
Then she noticed the faint smells of bacon and something she couldn’t define, and her stomach rumbled. Maybe Brad was making her breakfast.
Getting up, she quickly dressed and headed down the stairs, eager to see which version of Brad she’d find this morning. If he retreated again, she might just have to give him a swift kick in the ass and tell him to make up his damn mind.
Entering the kitchen, she forgot about her worry at the sight of Brad’s bare back, deliciously broad and powerful with defined muscles. Ones that were toned from flying and not from hours a day inside a gym.
But it was the bright yellow apron—complete with three rather impressive ruffles—around his waist that made her smile. “I didn’t pin you as a sunny yellow cook who loves flounces.”
Grunting, he turned around and shook his head. “My sister gave it to me as a gift when I moved in here. I never thought I’d use it, but I also couldn’t throw it away because she always checks up on the gifts she gives me. But since I actually wanted to cook, I figured I’d use it. That way the chances of it getting ruined would go up, and then I could throw away the damn thing with good reason.”
She grinned and walked closer toward him, motioning toward the spilled batter on one of the ruffles. “I hope it didn’t all end up on you. I’m starving.”
His pupils flashed a second before he picked up a plate off the counter and handed it to her.
Looking down, she tried to figure out what it was, apart from the bacon on the side. The big blob was most likely some kind of pancake, but it looked sort of like an amoeba illustration from her middle school days.
Brad sighed. “It’s supposed to be a butterfly. I noticed the tattoo on your ankle yesterday and thought you’d like one.”
The fact he’d noticed such a detail even though she’d been naked was impressive. “I do love butterflies. But, hey, as long as the food tastes okay, that’s all that matters. You did do a taste test, right?”
He snorted. “I’m not trying to poison you, Tasha. Just eat something before my dragon starts getting huffy.”
The thought of his giant red dragon throwing a fit made her laugh. “Okay, okay. There had just better be some coffee, too.”
He poured her a mug as she sat at the raised counter overhang. He handed her some silverware at the same time, and Tasha looked at the oddly shaped pancake covered in little things she couldn’t identify—fruit or maybe chocolate—and quickly cut a piece. Holding up her fork, she said, “Here goes.”
She slid it between her lips and moaned at the springy, slightly sweet taste. The little decorations were blueberries and raisins, apparently, which only made it better.
Brad crossed his arms over his bare chest and raised his brows. “Well? Your moan isn’t quite as loud as last night, but I still think it means it’s good.”
After swallowing her food, she replied, “If your pancake recipe could make me feel as good as an orgasm, then you’d be a millionaire in no time.” She winked. “But no, it’s not quite that good. Still, I’ll have another one for sure.” She motioned to the seat next to her. “Join me, Brad. It’ll be our first real breakfast together.”
And as he served up more food and slid into the chair next to her, the action seemed so simple. But eating breakfast with a man who could tease her, chatting about nothing and everything, was something she’d always wanted.
Maybe she’d stay with Brad for longer than a few weeks.
Of course, she’d need to figure out how to run her business still. Tasha admitted she wasn’t far off from wanting a family of her own, but she also loved the challenges and thrills of being her own boss.