“Eww!” I jerk away, half my face covered in a layer of saliva.
That Scooby-Doo laugh comes again.
“All right, Chuckles, no more belly scratches until I see you fly.”
He leaps onto his feet, a blast of air almost knocking me down as his wings expand. With a slight dip of his scaly knees, he shoots into the air and circles above me, then backflips and barrel rolls.
“Show off!” I mumble, loving every second of the show. He’s nimble and graceful, his wings directing him through the air like he’s swimming in it. And when he finally lands in the clearing in front of me, I think that it’s no wonder the Order learned to fear dragons. It’s all I can do not to quake in my shoes.
The dragon walks toward me, his wings folding into his back, his scales disappearing. One second, he’s a deadly dragon; the next, he’s just a man again. A naked man. A naked man with an erection that would be frightening if I hadn’t already become familiar with it. He stalks toward me with hunger in his eyes.
“Did I satisfy your curiosity?” he asks through a wicked grin.
“Uh, yes,” I say. My hands land on his bare chest as he sweeps into me.
“Good. Now I want to satisfy mine.” He spins me around and pulls me against him hard, so that my breath rushes out of me in an oof. With his front against my back, he reaches down to the hem of my skirt and starts working the fabric up my leg, until his fingers reach my inner thigh.
His breath skates over my neck and ear. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you come?” he whispers to me. “Do you know what it does to me to feel your hands on my scales in my dragon form?”
I lean against him, my lids sinking. “I’m beginning to.”
“I want to feel you from behind. I want to hear you cry out my name when you come.”
The arm banding my waist rises to my breasts, even as the one on my thigh finds my center. He moans at the feel of me, no doubt because I’m soaked. Having him touch me here, outside, under the moonlight—it’s so hot, I already ache for him. He pinches one of my nipples as his fingers move my panties aside and dip inside me. The way he cups me strokes all the right places, and I moan.
“Seb… Goddess, how can I want you again already? The wanting is endless.”
He draws his fingers out and moves his hand around the back of me. “I can think of worse things.”
A sharp tug and I hear my underwear tear off my body. He casts them onto the ground beside us. “Hey! Those were black lace. I would have taken them off if you’d asked.”
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he says into my neck. “I’ll buy you twenty.”
My skirt is lifted to my waist, and in one slick move, he fills me. All I can do is moan as I’m stretched to my limit, the angle making it feel so much more intense. It’s a good thing he’s holding me up. My legs go wobbly. Besides, he’s taller than me, and when he thrusts, he lifts me to my toes.
The hand that’s not holding me up does a valiant job unbuttoning my shirt and drawing my bra cups under my breasts. The cool air hits my skin, and I give myself over to the pleasure of it, of the wildness. We’re in the woods, under the moon, moving together like two beasts lost to instinct.
He’s thrusting into me so hard, we fall forward. I squeal, extending my hands to break my fall, but his arm takes the brunt of it. Thankfully, he holds me to him, supporting his weight and mine, until he can gently set me on my hands and knees. We both laugh, but the humor doesn’t last long. His hands hook on my hips, and he unleashes himself, his hips slapping against my bottom. One hand tangles in my hair while the thumb of the other presses against my most private entrance.
I inhale sharply at the invasion, and it pushes me over the edge. The orgasm seizes me like a tight fist, and my inner muscles pulse around him. I buck against him, wanton and wild, my fingers digging into the grass and dirt. “Mmmm, I love that,” he whispers in my ear, bent over me. One of his hands drifts between my legs, teasing my clit and drawing out the orgasm. His trill is a loud buzz in the night around me, like a swarm of cicadas.
“Come for me, Zoe. Again,” he orders.
It feels like the stars above me explode. Another orgasm rides the first, this one hard and fast and as if it’s pulled from my toes.
He howls and thrusts until hot jets fill me, overflow me, and slick my thighs. The grass grows sticky with it. And goddess, the scent of him. It’s everywhere, like the best cologne.
“You’re filthy again, my mate.”
I look over my shoulder at him, and he rumbles appreciatively, deep in his throat, when our eyes meet. “You seem to make me that way.”
He lifts us from the ground and brushes off my knees. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up and me dressed. Patrick is understanding, but we’re in no shape for dinner.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
SEB
I am guilty of occasionally poking fun at my brothers and their mates. I always thought the relationship that Connor had with Fiona was a vulnerability. While it cured their appetency, I thought it made them slaves to their emotions, dogs heeling at their mate’s side.
