I spluttered. “I know. But you shouldn’t have to shoulder theentireburden, if we’re working together—”
“I have very broad shoulders.”
“Very broad,” I agreed, grinning. “I’m glad I get to enjoy them.”
I let both my hands knead the thick muscles at the base of his neck. His eyes hooded and he slid his hands into my hair, his fingers scraping on my scalp, which sent delicious shivers down my back.
I sighed happily when he lowered his head again, to kiss the sensitive skin under my jaw this time.
“My shoulders can carry a lot, Bren.”
“I know, but—”
He shushed me and began kissing his way down my neck, his hands trailing down my body as he gripped me to him, walking me backwards out of the bathing room.
“I think I should show you just how strong they are,” he croaked, then kissed me before I could respond.
17. Sheep Among Wolves
~ DONAVYN ~
I reared back, scrambling for control. She wasso fucking beautiful.
Bren was seated on the edge of the bed, both knees wide and hooked over myvery broadshoulders,her head thrown back, and hands buried in my hair. She’d given up arguing, let go of her fear. We all panicked a little when we got our first orders. I’d seen it in her the moment she started ranting, and wouldn’t let me comfort her. Her body was tense, her mind whirling with thoughts of the unknown.
Her training was intense, and the countdown to our departure had begun. She was tired and overwhelmed.
She needed to relax and let it all go for a time. It had taken some time, but eventually I’d managed to shush her and convince her that what she needed wasrest—then showed her how I proposed she do it. And then, my stunning mate gaveherself into my hands. Now, if I wasn’t careful, I would lose control.
“Lay back,” I croaked, keeping one hand grasping her hip, while I pressed her shoulder back with the other. “I’ve got you. I won’t let you go.”
Eyes glazed, but shining, she let her body roll back as I tugged her ass off the edge of the bed, keeping her knees hooked over my shoulders and burying my face in the sweet heat of her.
She sucked in a breath and her lower back arched as I found the sweet spot, that tiny seam and flicked it with my tongue again, and again, gratified when her body twitched in time with my ministrations.
But I struggled for control, because I, too, was feeling the pressure of our impending departure. I’d been tense all day, apart from her, waiting for her to get back, frustrated when she was kept late in training.
Iachedfor her, even before she softened and opened herself to me. And now, with her writhing, those tiny cries breaking in her throat, and the taste of her on my tongue…God,this should belife.
I’d never been with a woman that drew me with the same intensity and fire of flying with my bonded dragon, unified in our minds, and purpose. But my mate—touching her, joining with her—I literally couldn’t get enough.
Unable to resist, I pressed into her flesh and sucked.
“Donavyn!” Her hips rose off the bed, braced on my shoulders, grounding me as she arched into my mouth and her body quivered on the edge of orgasm.
‘Come for me, Love.’
She made a small, stuttering noise, as if she wanted to reply. But then her fingers clawed into my scalp and then I was teasing, tasting the pulses of her, carrying her through surge after surge.
When her breath left her in a whoosh and her hips went slack, my leash broke.
Pushing her up the bed and sliding her legs down to circle my waist, I took myself in hand, positioning myself.
“Bren, look at me,” I rasped.
Her eyes flew open and widened, her pupils wide and dark with arousal—and they dilated further when I thrust into her in one, powerful plunge. She shuddered and clenched, as I tipped forward to grip the quilt next to her head in a white-knuckled fist, and cupped her thigh with the other hand far too tightly, holding her to me as I powered into a relentless rhythm.
“Bren…fuck.”
