He presses his lips against mine, but instead of kissing me like I’m suddenly desperate for, he sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites it just hard enough to coax a little whimper out of me before he lets it go.
“You think your ominous little warning is the end of our discussion?” he asks me as his other hand drops to my thigh and starts to slowly work its way up. “Think again, Claws, I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“Aeson,” I pant, and I have no idea if I’m begging him to stop or begging him not to.
He’s too close, too hot, too all consuming. If I was a blaze before, I’m a raging inferno now. I writhe against him, and that maddening self-satisfied smile of his is back.
“What do you need, Claws?” he purrs, like he doesn’t already know. “Tell your Bonded what he can do for you.”
Like a match to dry kindling, I ignite and then I burn.
“Kiss me,” I command. “And then take me somewhere so I can fuck you and no one will hear me scream.”
Fast as a flickering bolt of lightning, he claims my mouth, and I claim his right back. His lips are supple and soft, but his mouth is hard and demanding. His tongue teases mine, luring me deeper until I’m lost to the heady taste of him. I thread my fingers in his hair, needing more, needing him everywhere.
My heart races to catch up with the frenzy building between us, and my blood sings a carnal ballad as every nerve in my body flares with need. The vicious butterflies diving and darting all around us match our insatiable fervor and once again draw Aeson’s blood. His hand drops from my throat and he grabs my ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and devour him.
He sucks my tongue as he pulls back, breaking our kiss, and I mewl an objection. But then my eyes fall on a tendril of scarlet that’s just started slipping down his throat. I don’t know what comes over me, but I lean in and lick it up, my tongue stroking over the new wound like Aeson’s blood is my favorite flavor of ice cream.
I greedily swallow my little taste of the commander, and his desperate groan is all the salacious endorsement I need to trace the lines of his dragon mark with my tongue before I lick the line of his cut again. Fuck, he tastes good. It makes me instantly want to drop to my knees and test the flavor of his cock down my throat.
“I need to be inside of you, Claws. Can you make it to the rookery? I want your cum all over our sheets and your screams embedded in the walls of our rooms.”
“Anywhere closer?” I pant and roll my hips against the hard bulge in his pants. “Because if you’re not fucking me in the next minute, I’m going to start fucking myself. Where in the keep that happens is up to you.”
His answering moan is both pained and encouraging. His eyes dart toward the shadowy exit behind us, and then we’re moving. He doesn’t put me down, and that’s fine by me. I take the opportunity to familiarize my lips with the line of his jaw and the curve of his ear, while I let my hips bounce against his with every confident stride he makes.
In a blink, we’re racing down a dark hallway, and then all at once the last of the butterflies attacking Aeson go crashing to the ground. Outrage pours through me, but then Aeson pins me against another wall and kisses me until my indignation burns to ash and my white hot desire is soaking his pants.
Aeson snakes a hand between us and finds his way under my skirt. His fingers immediately caress the seam of my pussy, and he hisses and jerks his face back with shock.
“You’ve been bare this whole time?” he demands, the look in his eyes wild and hungry.
My answering smile is sultry as I ghost my lips over his. “Bare and dripping down my thighs even before you locked me in that room.”
I bite his lip hard to let him know exactly how I feel about that shit.
The vibration in his answering growl works its way through my body and settles deliciously in my clit. I wiggle against Aeson’s fingers, and he parts my lips and slips the tip of one inside of me.
“Fuck, you really are dripping,” he moans. He trails his finger up to my clit and starts to slowly, methodically circle it. “All this for me, Claws?” he purrs as he plays.
I’m pretty sure this asshole is trying to edge me, but jokes on him, I’m so turned on right now, I can probably come from just this. Like he can read my mind, and he refuses to allow it, he pulls his hand away and continues down the hall.
“Aeson,” I beg, but there’s a distinct note of a snarl in it.
“Ever,” he counters innocently like he has no idea what my problem is.
“Fuck me here,” I order impatiently. “I need you,” I whine, hoping the declaration will help push him over the edge I’ve been teetering on for entirely too long.
“Give me two minutes, Claws. I know a place, it isn’t far,” he counters, and I groan with frustration.
“Then give me your fingers. Let me ride your hand until I can ride your cock.”
He squeezes my ass cheeks harder and grinds me against his shaft, which is annoyingly still tucked into his pants. “You can have my fingers another time. I want you screaming my name while you’re impaled on my dick not my fingers.”
I whimper at the visual that teases my imagination and clench my inner walls around nothing.
That’s it. Time to take matters into my own hands…literally.
