Bridget flicked her tongue against his and, while he was distracted, slid her hands down the front of his jeans.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Bas growled, capturing her hand and pulling it free. “He can wait, trust me.”
“Yeah, but who saysIcan?” Bridget asked and flopped dramatically backward.
Bas stared down at her and debated the merits of giving her what she wanted, but the scent of her arousal made up his mind for him. He needed to taste her.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised and kissed the bump of her belly. She was a wonderland of strength and softness that he was never going to tire of. He nuzzled hermound, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders. His dragon shifted restlessly under his skin, the scent of her driving it crazy. Bas licked the soft fabric where her wetness had already soaked it.
“Fucckk... Stop edging me,” Bridget complained.
“No.” Bas blew hot air through her panties, making her lift her hips and moan. He was going to make her come so fucking hard if it was the last thing he did. His mate’s pleasure was everything. She needed to be wet and ready to take him because when he got inside her, he wasn’t going to be patient or soft. He was going to claim her so completely, she would never think about letting another male near her again.
Bas’s teeth tightened on cotton, and he watched her face cycle through surprise and horniness and back again as he slowly pulled them all the way off and tucked them into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Such a freak,” she whispered, eyes wide.
Bas smiled and trailed the tips of his fingers up her inner thigh. “Spread them.”
“So bossy.”
“If you don’t like it, say so,” he said, meaning it and challenging her to prove him wrong. He had seen her bliss out when he had taken over in the library. Knew that she needed to feel safe enough to let someone else take charge and get her out of her brilliant mind.
Bridget wet her lips. “I like it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to spread these pretty thighs of yours and let me look at you,” Bas repeated.
Bridget swallowed hard and opened her legs wider for him. Bas’s dragon slid into the forefront of his mind, and he couldn’t hold in the growl when he looked at her glistening pussy. Just as fucking gorgeous as the rest of her.
“Bas...” Bridget whimpered. His hand on her thigh tightened, and he licked her in one slow swipe. Fucking hell, he was going to fill his jeans and didn’t care.
Bridget’s moans were the sweetest thing he had ever heard as he nipped and sucked. He was taking his time and wouldn’t be rushed. She tasted too good, and he wanted her to feel like her pleasure was important to him. Her hands were gripping his hair so tight, and it felt so good. He was never going to get enough of the taste of his mate. He slid a finger inside of her and fought not to swear. Gods, she was so tight and hot.
“Bas, I…” Bridget said, her body tensing.
“Stay with me, little hawk,” he replied and let her feel everything he did. How much he loved the musky, sweet taste of her, how she looked naked and spread out for him like a feast he would never tire of. He wanted her to know how obsessed he was with every little thing about her.
“Holy fucking shit, you need to warn a girl,” she gasped, her pussy clenching around his finger.
“Where would the fun in that be,” he teased softly before stroking her G-spot. She made a strangled little cry and covered her face with her hands. “I’m so embarrassed that you make me so noisy.”
“I love your noises. It lets me know I’m doing something right,” Bas said and sucked on her clit at the same time as he hit the little spot inside her again. Her hands flew from her face to grip his hair. She ground her pussy against his face and came with a wrecked shout of his name.
Fuck. Yes.
28
Bridget wasn’t sure that you could die from an intense orgasm, but she was sure that she just saw her life flash before her eyes. She was a sprawled-out wet mess and couldn’t move because her limbs wouldn’t work.
Bas kissed the inside of her trembling thighs, her knees, and down to her ankles before standing up. He didn’t take his big, glowing eyes off as he slid off his jeans.
Bridget may have whimpered again at the sight of his hard cock, but she was only human. Her languid body lit up at the sight of it, and she decided it had rested long enough.
“I want it in me,” she said, not caring how crazy or unsexy she sounded. She didn’t know how to seduce and was too horny to try and pretend she did.
Bas’s smile was a little wild around the edges, and it just made her hornier.
