Lexa's eyes dropped. Locked on. Her pupils dilated.
"I want to touch you," she said.
"Later." The word came out guttural. "I need to taste you first."
I dropped to my knees.
The stone bit into my scales, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the woman in front of me, the scent of her arousal, the way her breath hitched when I ran my hands up her thighs.
I unfastened her pants. Peeled them down slowly, taking her undergarments with them. She stepped out of the fabric, kicked it aside.
Bare.
My mate was bare before me, legs slightly spread, skin flushed with heat and want.
I lifted her leg over my shoulder. The position opened her to me, gave me access to everything. She braced one hand against the canyon wall, the other found my head.
The first taste nearly unmade me.
Sweet. Gods, she was sweet. And wet, so wet I could feel it on my tongue, coating my lips. The flavor was indescribable, something I wanted to drown in.
I explored slowly despite the urgency pounding through me. I used every advantage, tracing through her folds, finding the bundle of nerves that made her gasp.
Her fingers tightened in my hair. Not quite painful but close.
I focused on that spot. Circled it with the tip of my tongue, felt her thigh tremble against my shoulder. Her other leg was shaking too, struggling to support her weight.
I wrapped my arm around that thigh. Held her steady. Let her know without words that I had her, that she could let go, that I'd never let her fall.
She made a sound. Half moan, half curse. Her hips rolled against my mouth, seeking more pressure, more friction, more everything.
I gave it to her.
The fleshy tip of my tongue found her entrance. Pressed inside slowly, feeling her clench around the intrusion. She wastight, so tight I could barely fit just this part of me. The thought of sinking my cock into that heat made my vision blur.
Later.
Right now was about her. About learning what made her gasp, what made her curse, what made her hand fist harder in my hair and her hips buck against my face.
I worked her with my tongue. In and out, shallow thrusts while the rest of my tongue stayed flat against that sensitive bundle of nerves. The dual stimulation had her panting, her whole body tensing.
Close.
I could taste it. The change in her flavor, the way her muscles started to flutter. I increased the pressure, the speed, chased her toward the edge.
Her orgasm hit like a thunderclap.
She cried out, the sound echoing off the canyon walls. Her body clamped down on my tongue, pulsing in rhythmic waves. Her taste flooded my mouth, sweeter than before, and I drank it down like a man dying of thirst.
Perfect.
She sagged against the wall, her leg sliding off my shoulder. I caught her before she could collapse, gathered her against my chest.
Her heart hammered against my scales. Her breathing came in ragged gasps. Sweat sheened her skin, made her scent even stronger.
And my cock was so hard it hurt.
I needed inside her. Needed to claim her properly, needed to feel her wrapped around me, needed to mark her so thoroughly that every creature on this planet would know she was mine.
