"Vector—"
Her words broke into a breathless moan as his lips found her throat, his tongue tracing the fragile pulse there, his teeth scraping lightly, a teasing promise of what he could do.
Her fingers clutched his arms, but she didn’t stop him.
She couldn’t.
Need pulsed between them. The air shimmered with heat, and she felt like she was on fire. His lips made her ache, burn, for something she couldn’t name. This wasn’t normal. Couldn’t be normal. But she didn’t have that much experience to compare it, too. Billy never made her feel like?—
No. She wasn’t going to ruin this by focusing on the past. This was Vector.
His mouth was everywhere—her collarbone, her shoulder, the sensitive curve where her neck met her shoulder. He dragged his lips lower, lower, tasting her, claiming her nipple, sucking until her knees collapsed. Inch by inch he tasted her, as if he had all the time in the world.
Vector fought to go slowly, to savor every delicate part of her. His dragon magic curled around her, whispering through her veins, teasing over her skin, a sensual heat that made her tremble in his arms. She arched into him, helpless against the demands of her own body.
"You're shaking," he murmured, his voice a low, wicked growl of male satisfaction.
"You're too much," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.
His green eyes flashed, his grin slow and wicked. "You haven't seen too much yet, little mate."
Mate? Who used that word?
Her breath caught as he leaned in again, as his hands—strong despite the restraints—pulled her to him, guiding her, urging her closer. He stripped her of the rest of her clothing, used his magic to remove his own clothing, to cleanse his skin and remove every bit of blood and debris, every hint that he’d nearly lost her, left her behind to survive in this realm alone.
He nudged her thighs apart with one hand and fell to his knees before her. The truth was undeniable now.
He needed her. Her wet heat on his tongue. Her body coming apart in his arms.
And she—God help her—needed him back.
When his mouth crashed against her swollen heat, when his tongue plunged deep into her wet core, she stopped thinking altogether.
Raven wasgone.
Lost in the heat, the fire, the unstoppable force that wasVector.
He lifted her before gently placing her on soft blankets he conjured using dragonfire. Dark red so he could see her soft curves against his colors.
He settled her on her back. She reached for him.
He was everywhere—his hands, his mouth, the weight of his body pressing her down, making herhisin a way that went beyond touch. Beyond reason.
She had no defenses. No will to fight his possession, his claim. He worked her with tongue, lips and teeth until she shattered, her body struck by a lightning bolt of bliss. Fire. Surrender.
When nothing remained between them but heat and skin and raw, unrelenting need, she didn’t hesitate. Didn’t second-guess. Because this felt so right.
She reached for his hard length and guided him to her wet core before the spasms stopped. Tilted her hips to take him deep. Wrapped her arms around him and begged him to hurry. To fuck her harder. Faster. To make her world explode again.
Vector was gone, little more than a hungry beast remained. A monster. A creature devoted to the woman in his arms. To her skin. Her softness. Her pleasure. The taste of her. The pounding pulse at the base of her throat. The heat of her core closing around him like a fist.
His hard cock sank deep and he could no more stop his hips from thrusting frantically than he could deny her soft gasps, her whispers to hurry.To move faster.
He reached between them and found her sensitive nub, stroked a rhythm of physical pressure as he directed magic through his fingertips and into her body.
She was everything. Everywhere. Wrapped around his cock like a vice. Her taste on his lips. On his tongue. Her soft body cushioning his. Her gasps and moans in his ears. Her scent in his lungs. Branding him. Marking him. Claiming him.
Her fingers dug into his hair. He couldn’t resist, had nothing left as an explosion of magic and hunger and soul-deep completion soothed his beast as she surrendered, shattered inhis arms, crying out as waves of pleasure and power crashed over her.
