“That sound you’re making, I can feel it inside me.” She blinks slowly, lost in the experience.
“You’re the only one besides me who can hear it or feel it.”
Her eyes pop open, her brows sinking even as she shakes her head. “Anyone can hear that. It’s so loud Zaire must hear it across the house.”
I slow my fingers between her legs. Sheneeds to know this. She needs to understand the connection we share. “You are the only one. Plug your ears.”
She obeys, her face open. Her smile grows. “It’s even louder.”
I increase the pressure, circling her clit with my thumb, teasing her opening. “That’s because you’re hearing it down the bond, from the inside. You’re not hearing it in the traditional sense. You’re experiencing it. You hear my trill the same way I heard your call. I’m projecting it to you. It’s the most natural thing in the world between mates of my kind.”
“Oh,” she says breathlessly as I sink one finger inside her. She tips her head back and closes her eyes, sinking down to ride my hand. “But I’m not your kind. I’m human.”
I give her another finger, massaging her inner wall while I thumb her clit. “Our species are compatible.” And then I lose myself. I push her shirt up to her neck, tear through the cup of her bra, and suck her nipple into my mouth.
“Oh God.” She writhes in my arms.
It’s like I’ve crashed through some invisible boundary. Her fingers find my belt and frantically unbuckle it, then make short work of my zipper. Our kiss grows deeper, more frantic, as her hand wraps around my cock, and she curses into my mouth. Curses about the size of me.
I insert another finger in her tight, hot sheath. “I’m going to spread you wide. I’m going to show you what it means to mate a dragon.”
She’s close, but her eyes are closed, her head tipped back, lips parted. That won’t do.
“Look at me, Fiona. Say my name when you come.”
She moans but doesn’t obey me.
I take her by the jaw, make her face me. “Look at me.”
She opens her eyes, and I see the pleasure in them, the fire, the passion. But there’s something missing. Something off.
“Say my name,” I growl.
I’ve stopped my fingers, but with a final thrust of her hips against them, she throws herself over the edge, her inner walls clenching around my fingers.
She doesn’t say a word.
“Say my name,” I demand again. I rest my elbow on the wall above her head as her hand starts to move, stroking me, hard and fast. Fuck, watching her come has me wound tight and I’m close, closer now that she’s enthusiastically pumping my cock through my fly. My balls tighten.
Her other hand grabsmyjaw and squeezes. “Say my name,” she demands through her teeth.
“Fiona,” I grit out because I can’t deny her anything she asks. I come and come and come until her bared belly is covered in me. We’re both panting and raw, our foreheads braced against each other, using the wall to hold ourselves up.
“Why wouldn’t you say it?” I ask, feeling exposed. I grab a napkin off the table and clean us up.
“Will you answer a question for me?”
“Of course.”
“This entire time, have you been able to hear my thoughts?”
“Some of them, the ones you were projecting.”
She nods. “You told me you could see it on my face. When you took me. You didn’t say you could read my mind.”
“I can’t read your mind. Not exactly. It’s different?—”
“You’ve been manipulating me, using my thoughts to seduce me. You saw what I was thinking that day in the shower, didn’t you?”
