I nodded. “You said that you think it's possible. Is that true, or are you just trying to make me feel special?”
He exhaled hard and smiled. “I have never lied to you. I think it's very possible.”
“Do you want me to be your mate?”
“Very much.”
“Then take me now.”
The Dragon King groaned. “You wicked thing. No. Not here. Not like this.”
“For years, I've had no choice in whom I lie with.” I pressed my hands onto his thighs and lifted my head to nuzzleour lips together. “I'm ready to choose, and I choose you, Raven.”
He grabbed my arms and pushed me back. “You don't understand what you're asking for. If you are my mate, and I start the binding process, I will be out of control until it's over. We'd have to make camp and maintain a clearing around our tent.”
“I don't care.”
The King shook me gently. “I care! I won't take you like that. I don't want that to be how we start. Out here in the wild, where I can't protect you properly, and everyone can hear your cries of pleasure. No! Those cries are mine. When I take you, it will be in a comfortable bed, with your wing healed and your mind free of all evil. It will be only us, and it will be beautiful.”
“But you don't know that you'll mate me. Would you wait with another lover?”
“Eliel, I've known from the beginning that you would be mine. I can feel it building inside me. If we didn't mate instantly, I'd be shocked.”
Stunned and delighted, I sat back and stared up at him. He was certain? He'd alluded to it before, but I hadn't realized how confident he was in our future. Suddenly, I wanted him even more, the need clawing at me.
“If I can't make love to you, at least give me your pleasure.” I slid my hands up his thighs and unbuttoned his pants.
“Eliel.” His hand stilled mine.
“I want you inside me. Give me this, Raven. Give up your power here, just here, with me.”
His hand fell away.
Triumphant, I hurried to undo his pants. When his cock sprang free, hard and willing, I licked my lips. How long had it been since I'd done this willingly? Too long. I'd forgotten the wild joy of the act. The feeling of possession. Of power.
Shifting my gaze up to his, I lowered my head. The smell of him, stronger there, hit me first, thick with his masculinity and Dragon spice but also fresh as the sage on the plains. Clean and vibrant. I couldn't wait to taste him.
The rounded tip was wet when it touched my lips. Groaning, I pushed down on his flesh, letting it split me and enter me. Salty and spicy. I breathed in deeply and let his aroma enhance his flavor. My lips stretched around him. I basked in the feeling and then tightened them. He was inside me at last! I was taking Raven into my mouth. The thought kept twirling through my mind in amazement. He was letting me touch him. Please him. It was just so astounding. And incredible. Definitely incredible. I groaned as my fantasy became real.
“Oh, great Gods!” Raven thumped his head against the wall. His hand went to my head, fingers slipping through my hair. “Eliel, my foundling. You unman me.”
Sucking off his length, I grinned. “You feel very manly to me.”
As he chuckled, I went back to it, feasting on his flesh. Devouring his lust for me. Rejoicing in it. This was pure, just as he wanted. As we both wanted. My mind spun with ecstasy. I had never enjoyed pleasing a man so much. It was giving me physicalpleasure. My cock tingled as if it were being stroked, and my channel clenched in anticipation. But I wouldn't receive him there. Not yet. And that made the anticipation all the sweeter.
I moved up and down his length, tapping the back of my mouth with his tip until I couldn't resist any longer. Loosening my muscles, I let him slip into my throat.
The King went wild, hands shooting away from me to grip the cushion on either side of him. His hips jerked up, and his head slammed back. “Eliel! Eliel, I can't control . . . I want to . . .”
I pulled back to lick his tip playfully, and he sighed with the brief respite. “You want to what, Your Majesty? Fuck my mouth? Will you be rough?”
He lowered his stare to mine, eyes wide and mouth agape.
“Do it.” I held that shocked stare as I reclaimed his shaft, sucking it as I moaned.
“Oh, my foundling, forgive me.” And then he grabbed my head with both hands and thrust his hips upward. Panting raggedly, he took my mouth.
Unable to smile, I still felt joy saturate every part of me. I needed this. I had to prove to myself that sex could be savage and still loving. Giving in to passion was beautiful. Raven's loss of control proved that his desire for me was epic. I liked that. No, I loved it. And I loved him.
