Amelia
The gray dawn intruded on the particularly pleasant dream Amelia had been having, and she groaned as she rolled over, and then froze. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and her coiled muscles relaxed—as much as they could here, at least. She blew out a sigh and reached out to the cooling spot beside her, irked that it wasn’t currently occupied by her mate. Her fingers brushed against a sheet of paper and she snatched it up with a scowl. The sight of her mate’s handwriting soothed her restless dragon.
GONE TO GET BREAKFAST, BACK SOON. DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING UP!
She scowled. Being told what to do—or what not to do—was one of her least favorite things in the world. But breakfast in bed sounded appealing, so she settled back under the sheets, her imagination picking up where her dream had left off. She ran her hand softly, teasingly, across her bare flesh, picturing Wyatt’s hand in the place of hers. A soft moan slipped from her lips and she imagined his mouth capturing hers, possessing her, making her his…
And then she sank back to the mattress, blowing out a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t in her nature to wait patiently. Besides, they were wasting perfectly good time they could be spending getting back to Miami. Which, in her opinion, was worth skipping breakfast for. Her dragon huffed in protest but she ignored it, and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, intent on being ready to leave the second Wyatt made it back.
All her senses fired at once, and shefeltthe change in the air as it crackled and thrummed with anticipation. Twisting round, she caught sight of her mate framed in the doorway, as though summoned by her thoughts alone. He wore only pants, leaving his perfectly chiseled abs on display, and a basket hung from one sculpted arm.
No, wait. Not only pants. He wore pants, and a frown. One that was practically a scowl.
“Didn’t you see my note?”
She shrugged and gave him a sunny smile. “I decided to ignore it.”
He closed the door and set the basket on the floor, his eyes never leaving her for a moment.
“Oh, you did, did you?”
“I’m not one of your SWAT team, you know. I don’t follow orders.”
“Don’t I know it,” he grumbled, but amusement lurked in his dark eyes as he crossed the room to loom over her. She let out a yelp as his arm swept under her legs and dumped them back on the bed, and the rest of the sound caught in her throat as he planted his hands on either side of her face, his naked torso just a fraction above hers.
She breathed in his intoxicating scent, and her dragon exalted at his closeness.
“Still planning on going somewhere?” he rumbled into her ear.
“I don’t know,” she whispered back, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. “Persuade me to wait.”
“Challenge accepted.”
He lifted one hand from the bed and traced it along her cheek in a feather-light caress. His fingers continued down to her neck and then between her breasts and across her stomach. She groaned but he just chuckled and moved his hand between her legs, teasing her.
He ducked his chin to the hollow of her throat and planted one soft kiss there, then paused.
“Are you persuaded yet?”
“Not…yet,” she gasped, as her hips tried to chase the movement of his hand.
His lips left a trail of kisses across her bare flesh, then his tongue flicked her hard nipple, sending a spark of pleasure through her.
“How about now?”
“Getting closer.”
He laughed and nipped at her, and she ground herself against his hand.
“Fuck me, Wyatt,” she said, her voice husky. He shed his pants, revealing his erect cock, and her breath caught in her throat again. She reached out to take hold of him, but he caught her wrist in his hand.
“Uh-uh,” he said, shaking his head with a wicked smirk. “This time, I’m in charge.”
“Oh, we’ll just see about that,” she said, but allowed him to place her hand on his chest. She explored his taut pecs and then he caught her and tossed her onto her back.
He lowered his head between her legs and her back arched as his tongue flashed across her sensitive skin, burning a trail of desire.
“Wyatt,” she gasped, as he teased and tormented her, until she was almost wild with need for him, and just as she thought she couldn’t take another moment of the exquisite torture, he parted her legs and positioned his velvety cock at her entrance.
“I love you, Amelia Blunt,” he said, as he thrust inside her. She rolled her head back, delighting in the delicious fullness as his thick girth stretched her wide, and the raspy voice of the man she wanted to spend every minute of the rest of her life with. “And I’m going to make you mine.”
“Yes!” She grabbed him, pulling his body against hers as he rocked his hips against her. He moved faster and faster, taking her harder, and she met him thrust for thrust, racing towards her climax. This man undid her, and she delighted in it.
He buried himself in her, and then his eyes met hers. Silent understanding passed between them, and the mate bond blazed with their passion.
“Do it,” she urged him. “Make me yours. Forever.”
“Forever,” he said, as though the word was as much a marvel to him as it was to her. He lowered his head and sharp teeth bit into her neck. Heat shot to her core and pushed her over the edge. A scream of pure bliss burst from her lips and Wyatt grunted, emptying himself deep inside her.
Panting, she sank back to the bed, and Wyatt collapsed next to her. She buried her face in his neck, basking in his heady scent, and decided that perhaps delaying their departure wasn’t the worst thing in the world, after all.
