I ran my tongue lightly across Anna’s clit, and she practically leapt from the desk, every muscle tensing before she sighed delightedly and melted into a puddle. Her legs were mine to control as I wrapped my arms around them, pulling them wide and exposing her to my eyes and my tongue.
She tasted like honeyed perfection. I traced every line and explored every inch of her pussy. My mate wasn’t the only one reveling in the moment. I basked in it. For the first time, I didn’t feel like a moron for holding back. The decision to keep all this for Anna was right.
I’d had a life of privilege, everything I wanted either handed to me or within my power to take. Anna had fought tooth and nail for every scrap she’d ever possessed. Now I was finally able togiveher something she deserved. Something that wasn’t another person’s castoff or rejection, orquite literally garbage.
And I got to give her that. Me. Her mate.
Slipping my finger inside her, exploring the warm, soft inside, I did exactly as the books had described and curled it upward, finding the soft spongy bit as I did and rubbing the pad of my finger over it ever so gently.
Anna hissed through suddenly clenched teeth, her hands finding her breasts and grabbing them, pinching her nipples and rolling them beneath her fingertips. I groaned into her pussy at the sight, nearly emptying myself across the side of the desk.
I had known I never wanted anyone else to touch her, ever, but I hadn’t factored in seeing Anna touchherself. That was different. And amazing.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, only then cluing me in that I had paused what I was doing to watch her run her hands down her body and back again. “I’m so close, Caz. Please.”
I grinned, happier than I had ever been. This was where I was meant to be. Treating my mate the way she wanted and deserved.
Working a second finger into her pussy, I resumed my focus on her clit, growling mightily as she cried out and held on to my head. Her legs twitched and clamped shut over my ears, but I didn’t stop. I kept going. Pushing her over the edge as she writhed and called out my namethrough her climax.
My name.
I might not have claimed her body yet, but she wasmine, and my dragon let out a triumphant growl that filled the room and spilled out beyond. An unmistakable possessive sound.
It was perfect.
Burning pain exploded out from my chest, and I fell back in surprise, my growl turning to a cut-off groan as it intensified.
At the same time, Anna arched up off the desk further than before and screamed. The world was pain. Hurting. I tried to shove it aside. To get to her. To protect my mate.
I fell over top of her, the pain adding a wicked hot burn to it as her eyes found mine.
Then the heat exploded outward, and we both gasped. My cock twitched and jumped as Anna dug her fingernails into my back and cried out in amuchdifferent tone.
We came together unexpectedly, my cock spraying myself and the side of the desk, and her body twisting and jerking underneath me. But none of that mattered as my eyes drifted downward, taking in her body.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, staring at the new additions to her mate marks that had exploded out of the single line she’d had before. Now instead of fading as it swooped back down toward her breasts, it extended down betweenthem and out over her ribcage on both sides. In addition, new swirls were starting above her breasts, but they were not done yet.
“Wow,” Anna breathed.
I smiled. “I know. They’re beautiful.”
“Yeah.”
Something in her voice drew my eyes upward, to find she wasn’t looking at herself.
I leaned up off her, and she pulled herself into a sitting position at the side of the table, her hands on my chest, tracing the purple lines across my body.
“Turn,” she ordered, pulling at my right side.
I lifted my arm to see that the lines now swept back just below my armpits and likely continued into my lats. I didn’t want her to see that ugly sight again so soon, but an order from my mate was an order I intended to follow. So I turned, trying not to shudder as her fingers ran along my torn and shredded back, tracing lines over bumps and scars.
“These are mine,” she said as I completed my turn.
“All of this is yours,” I said, waving a hand at my entire body. “Even the cum-stuck leg hair.”
Anna laughed and pulled me in close. “The only thing I don’t like about that is that I didn’t get to have a hand in it.”
“You will, when you’re ready,” I promised,kissing her deep. “Both hands, in fact.”
