Me.
I rose up on my tiptoes and kissed him. Hard.
He growled triumphantly, snatching me from the ground and holding me tightly to his naked body as he carried me back inside, his cock pressing firmly between my legs with every step and driving me wild with lust for more of his touch. More of his kiss.
More ofhim.
Twenty-Two
Casimir
I leaptdown the spiraling stairs as fast as I could with Anna in my arms and my dragon trumpeting in my head.
Careful. You don’t have permission to lose control. We have to listen to her limits. Respect them.
My fingers shifted to claws as I laid her on the desk, slicing clothes free from her body and exposing the soft pink bra she wore underneath with a plain black thong that nonetheless set my blood on fire.
The dragon in me wasn’t listening. It was rushing forward, peppering her exposed body with kisses as I drank in every sinful curve and dip of her body. She leaned back on her elbows, her eyes rolling back under half-closed lids as she gasped and moaned softly under my touch.
This, this is what it should be like. I had dreamed of this day for decades with my imaginary mate, and now she was here. She was finally here. The best part of it all was she wanted me too. I could feel it in the rush of her heart and smell the sweetness of her arousal in the airbetween us.
But I couldn’t lose myself in that beautiful morass of exposed skin and whimpering pleas. There was something more here that I had to remember, that I had to act upon.
Trust.
On many levels. Even as I pulled down her bra and my lips wrapped around one nipple, I forced my beast to recognize what was going on in the moment. The single emerald mate mark on her skin practically glowed in my eyes as a reminder.
Anna was trusting us.Bothof us. She had said she wasn’t ready to give me everything, to let my dragon own her and vice versa. Yet she understood I was barely in control, that every waking moment was spent thinking about her, dreaming about her, fantasizing about her, and nothing else.
She wanted me too. Wanted to explore what this was. But she was nervous, and rightfully so.
I groaned into her breast as she grabbed at my hair, pulling it tightly. Pullingmetightly. My teeth grazed her nipples in response, and she arched up into me harder than before. Her body was sinuous and writhing beneath me. Feminine and strong. Perfect.
My dick strained hard toward her, but I didn’t cave. Icouldn’tcave. There were more layers to what was happening here than I would likely be aware of. But I knew some, even as I traced azigzag pattern of kisses down her stomach and past her bellybutton, her moaning and gasps driving me insane.
She was trusting me as Caz, as her fated mate. Trusting that I would do what I had said. What I promised. I would restrain myself.
But more than that, she was opening herself up to someone with power. All her life, people with stronger dragons had taken advantage of her, using her and others like her.
To grant me that trust, to believe that the monster inside me wouldn’t use it or abuse it? That was utterly mind-blowing.
Remember. We aren’t hunters. We are her mate. We do as she wants. Whatever that might be. No matter how hard. We can rise to any challenge.
For her.
My dragon roared in agreement now. We weren’t like the others in her life. We were better. We were her mate!
And we would show her that. What was a little more pain for us? The scars on my back were far worse than having to take it slowly with Anna. I would endure a thousand more lashes for another second with her. Because she was the end to our loneliness. The end to all our pain.
And it began with what was right in front of my face.
I lapped out with my tongue, tasting her for the first time through her already soaked thong.More proof that she wanted us just as badly as we wanted her.
Growling with triumphant possession, I tore the underwear from her body and buried my face in her folds, drinking deeply of her delicious taste. I had no reference to compare it to, but I knew I wanted all of it and nothing else. Ever.
“Fucking hell!” she yelped, slamming her arms down into the desk and spreading wide.
Finally, the damn thing had a purpose for being so big.
