“Just you and me,” Aras said. “Swear it.”
I snapped my teeth at him.
He bared his back.
“Just you and me,” I said. “Now, take off your pants.”
A ragged breath left Aras as his hands went to his belt. While he fumbled, I sat up and then stood. Staring down at him possessively, I removed my clothing. All of it. The way hewatched me made my sacs pull up tightly. I even undid the tie holding back my hair and let the crimson length fall down my chest. By the time I straddled Aras, he had his pants and boots off and held his shaft at the base, ready for me to mount him.
I sat on his slick cock—so wet with arousal that working it past my outer muscles was done in a second. A sensual pop. Once he was held inside me, Aras let go and transferred his hands to my thighs. He swept those leathery pads up and over my belly, freeing his claws to scrape across my nipples. I writhed, my head falling back, driven there by the pleasure rushing through me.
“Ly,” Aras whispered. He nicked me and blood dripped down my chest.
I bent over to offer it to him. “Lick it up, Aras.”
Aras groaned as he lapped at the blood, the wound already sealing before his saliva could do its trick. Pushing upright, I began to ride him. Slowly. I claimed his cock, taking all of it into me. Filling my channel with my mate. I even pushed down, flattening my ass. Aras tightened his hands on my waist and pulled down, aiding me.
Then I reached behind myself and grabbed his sacs. Aras's eyes went wide when I squeezed.
“I don't have time for more than this right now,” I said as I let him go. “But tonight, after the evening meal, you will pay for your lack of faith in me and for trying to attack an innocent man.”
Aras shuddered, then locked up, jerking against me, and came. I smiled wickedly as I clenched around him, taking everydrop. When he sighed through the end of it and sprawled beneath me, I drew off his shaft and crawled up his body.
Aras's eyes shot open when I positioned myself before his lips. Then he grinned.
I pushed past that smile, slipping my cock into his hot mouth. Leaning onto the floor above his head, I began to pump. I wanted to close my eyes to enjoy the sensations, but Aras was making such sexy sounds. I couldn't look away from the top of his head and his twitching ears. Those happy rumbles vibrated through me and I couldn't hold out against them. A few seconds later, I cried out and came.
My mate drank it all, his hands gripping my hips so that I wouldn't pull away. I gave it to him gladly, but when he kept sucking at me past my climax, I jerked away and rolled onto my back.
Panting, staring up at the coffered ceiling, I wondered what the fuck I was doing. This wasn't the way to treat my mate. Aras should be adored. I should have been ordering a new wardrobe for him and planning his presentation ceremony, not biting his ears and chiding him for not having faith in me. Ugh. His presentation ceremony would probably never happen. It couldn't. My dread would use it as an opportunity to get rid of me. If a Dragon King's mate wasn't accepted by every member of his dread, the king had to either step down or deny his mate. Then they wouldn't need to fight me to get me off the throne. But I was the King, and I could change the rules.
Fuck, I was already going to war against my own dread. Changing the law about king mates was nothing compared to that.
“Ly?” Aras turned to look at me.
I swiveled my head to meet his stare.
“Tell me again.”
Aras didn't have to clarify. I knew what he needed to hear. And as much as jealousy was a tool that I would use to keep him, I also knew that it needed to be wielded delicately. I had to make him jealous without letting him believe that I'd actually betray him.
“I didn't fuck him,” I said.
“And you won't?”
I smirked and sat up.
“Lyrandir!” Aras sat up too.
Chuckling, I pulled him into a kiss. Easing back just a little, I said, “I won't fuck him. Not so long as you stay away from that pussy-ex of yours.”
Aras blinked. Then he narrowed his eyes. “Is that what this is about?”
I stood up and got dressed.
“Ly?”
“Nothing happened between me and the Eljaffna, so how can it be about anything?”
