Tate/Ilith shivered with expectation. They were looking forward to the coming game.
Ryu’s eyes gleamed with mischievousness.
His claws came out, shredding the bed around her as he glared down at her. A loss of control that made Tate pant with excitement.
Dragons, Tate had learned, were a dominant species. Challenges were present even during mating.
Ryu had gotten their attention, but whether he could keep it was an entirely different matter.
Tate’s eyes glowed as she curled one leg around his, flipping their position. She landed on top, bending over and nipping his chin.
“Play with me,” she pleaded.
Her claws eased out. They pricked the skin of Ryu’s chest, not hard enough to draw blood. Hurting him wasn’t the goal. She wanted him to feel what she felt. Aroused. Out of control with need.
“Only you,” Ryu promised, a wildness entering his eyes.
Tate nearly preened with satisfaction.
Ryu’s hands gripped her waist, just this side of bruising before pulling her lower body more sharply against him.
Tate’s eyes slid closed, her hips grinding against him instinctually.
Ryu hissed, his body pulling taut. His face twisted almost like he was in pain. The best sort. The kind that you would gladly let yourself get lost in.
Tate rolled her hips again, rejoicing in her power over him.
A groan answered her, making her bold.
Her hands skated over his chest, drawing small circles with her claws around the sensitive skin of his nipples. His lower half jumped under hers.
Fascinating.
She wondered what other reactions she could draw from him.
Her hands moved lower, over his upper abdominals to his lower. His stomach quivered as she reached the waist band of the pajama pants he still wore. She dipped one finger beneath the elastic, brushing the soft skin underneath.
Her gaze was wondering and fascinated as her head tilted in a gesture reminiscent of when she was in her dragon form.
Human bodies were so much more interesting than she’d thought.
Sensing her preoccupation, Ryu lifted his hips, pressing them more fully together. A garbled sound escaped Tate.
Ryu’s hands whispered up her side, over the sensitive crease where her legs met her torso, along the edges of her breasts, beneath her collarbone until finally they settled on the tips of her nipples.
He plucked them gently, rolling them beneath his thumbs as her eyes went half lidded, her expression lost in passion.
Her hips undulated against his, drawing a hushed groan from him.
Before she could gloat, he sat up. One hand went into her hair, clutching it in a firm grip while the other hand moved to her back, keeping her hips locked against his.
Her eyes were wild with excitement and need.
Mate. Lover.
The terms were intertwined in the same way Tate and Ilith’s minds currently were.
“Play with me,” Ryu whispered, returning her taunt from earlier.
