Holy shit.Does she have any idea how hot that is? Is she trying to drive me insane?
When I pull away, the breath whooshes out of my lungs when I see the mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
Oh, fuck. She is absolutely aware of what she’s doing to me.
But when her fingers trace the edge of my collar and she fidgets with the latch, my heart sinks so fast I can barely keep up. I swallow hard and try to play it cool—which isnotmy strong suit. I’m pretty sure no shifter in the world can play things cool, let alone godsdamned dragon shifters. We’re too fucking hot-blooded and emotional.
“Did you just come in here to take this off of me?” I check, trying not to sound brutally disappointed.
“Yes,” she murmurs, trailing her fingers lightly down my bare chest before she smirks wickedly up at me. “But not until I’m done with you. You once offered to be my free use fuck toy. If that still stands?—”
“It does,” I blurt, heat crawling over my skin as my breathing picks up. “Always. Literally anytime. You can use me any way you want or just?—”
Maven pulls on my leash again, much rougher this time, so I’m forced to lean down to her eye level. My heart pounds painfully as the delicious rush of her taking charge sets in.
“You interrupted me,” she warns, still playful.
“Sorry,” I breathe, but I’m really not sorry becausefuck, I love her pulling my leash.
“Show me how sorry. Get on your knees, pet.”
Pet.
Oh, hell fuckingyes. I love it when she calls me that.
Obediently, I get to my knees, which puts me just barely below her eye level because I’m a big motherfucker and she’s the perfect size for me in every single way. I’m already getting hard in my shorts, but I don’t dare take them off without her permission. The tenting only gets worse when Maven reaches out to gently trace the mating mark she left on my neck months ago.
“I love that you marked me,” I whisper.
“I had to,” she murmurs, leaning to kiss just beside my mouth to drive me nuts. “Since I can’t have you collared like this all the time, I had to have a way of showing off that you’re mine.”
“All yours,” I agree, trying to kiss her, but she pulls away just enough to taunt me. “Doesn’t matter what I’m wearing or how you mark me—if anyone else touches me, they’re dead. Only my queen can touch me. My goddess. My mate. Fuck,pleaselet me kiss you.”
Thatpleaseis what she was waiting for, and I’m rewarded when her sweet, warm lips press against mine. The kiss quickly deepens until her tongue is trailing against mine. When I get greedy, trying to slip my tongue further into her mouth, she bites it. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to make me moan.
By the time we’re both panting, Maven pulls away to look me over like she’s deciding the best way to devour me. Whatever she wants, I’m all in. I’m so fucking excited that she’s taking control and teasing me with this dynamic that I’ll do anything she wants. If she tells me to get on my hands and knees while she sits on my back for hours, just pretending I’m her throne?—
I mean, it’s not as mouthwatering as her sitting on my face, but fuck me, I’ll do it.
“Lie on the bed,” she whispers.
I immediately obey as my heart crashes in my chest, my cock straining against my shorts as I try to calm my breathing. It’s no use, though. I’m way too fucking excited to calm anything down right now.
Good thing Maven likes how worked up I get, because she crawls onto the bed between my legs and smirks down at me, a delicious glimmer in her dark eyes. “Gods, look at you. My mate is so fucking sexy.”
That praise is already turning my brain to happy mush, but when she trails her hand teasingly over my erection, I whimper.
Fuckingwhimper.
I don’t think I’ve ever done that in bed, but I’m losing my mind here. I’m desperate for anything I can get from my mate. I’m dying to covet and obsess over her.
“I’d look even better naked,” I try.
“When I’m ready,” she muses, still looking me over.
She’s perfectly in control in a way that just makes me even more of a mess for her. Her hand finds the end of my leash again, and my heart jolts as I expect her to tug it, but she leaves it right where it is, like she was just making a note of where to find it for the next time she needs it.
Maven’s beautiful gaze finds mine again. “Three rules, this time. You don’t touch me—I touch you.”
