Page 68 of Dragon’s Rogue

Tyr didn’t get the hint. Hey, bro, this is important—

He got the impression of Thorne bitching about something in the background.

Unless Vyrkos is rising RIGHT NOW, go away, Zane said.

But—

Zane slammed his mind shut, cutting off communications. He was with his mate. Tyr would just have to wait.

Blaze’s gown was down to her waist now, baring her breasts to him. He buried his face in them, licking and kissing. She moaned, her body writhing, her bottom rubbing against his swollen shaft in delicious torture.

This. He could kiss her for hours, for days, forever.

He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Nothing wrong with couch sex, but this time he wanted a soft mattress and room to worship her.

They broke their kiss briefly as he laid her down, stretching out beside her and sliding his hand up her thigh, rucking up the nightgown. He kissed her breasts, ran his tongue down her belly, stroked her between her legs on the outside of her panties, teasing her with light touches.

“Make them go away,” she murmured. “My clothes.”

He obediently vanished her nightgown, but left the panties to prolong the anticipation, sucking gently on her clit through the silky cloth. She moaned, arching her back, and he felt her clench and shudder already.

That made him even harder, the feel and scent of her desire, how quickly he could bring her to climax. He moved upward, covering her in kisses—her breasts, her neck, her shoulders, her lips.

She reached for him, cupping him on the outside of his jeans, and his dick throbbed. “I could help you with that,” he murmured. “Make the jeans go away.”

She shook her head, grinning wickedly. “Some things I like to do myself.”

She teased him as he’d teased her, biting ever so gently up his shaft, on the outside of his jeans. Zane thought he was going to come right there, and then she undid the button and slowly slid the zipper down, just an inch.

He’d pulled his jeans on commando this afternoon, and the head of his cock was exposed. Blaze brought her mouth to him, swirling her tongue, sucking and licking until he wanted to die on the spot. She inched the zipper down, tasting and touching and making sweet sounds of pleasure.

Zane groaned, clutching the sheets with both hands. When he was about to explode, she rose and straddled him, still wearing her panties, rocking her core over his shaft, her hands on his chest.

Zane couldn’t stand it anymore. He vanished the rest of their clothes, so she was naked and wet on top of him. She let out a cry of pleasure, sliding up and down his shaft, making him insane with delayed gratification.

His belly clenched, he was so tight and hard and wanting, and yet he loved the tease, the buildup, the anticipation.

He found her clit with his fingers, making slow circles, watching her face as lost herself in the sensation. He felt the tension building in her muscles, felt her reaching the edge, and increased the pressure just enough to send her over.

She cried out in ecstasy, rocking against his hand and his cock, soft and slick and abandoned. Her total surrender nearly finished him, and he flipped their positions, sheathing himself in her with one hard thrust.

Blaze cried out again, meeting his hips with hers. Her nails dug into his back, teeth sinking into his shoulder as she throbbed around his shaft.

He loved it.

“Yes,” she moaned, “Oh, God, Zane, yes!” He pulled out and thrust into her again. So soft, so wild. Mate, his dragon agreed. Ours.

He hooked his elbow underneath her knee, raising her leg so he could enter her more deeply. He wanted to touch her deepest core, brand her as his, give her everything he had. Pleasure her until she was exhausted.

They moved together now, nothing but heat and sensation and wordless cries. Zane stopped holding himself back, stopped thinking, just thrust himself into her over and over, surrendering everything to her. His hopes, his dreams, his love, his future.

There was only her.

His climax swept over him without warning, a crescendo echoed by the song of the gold. He buried himself in her, saying her name over and over, feeling her right there with him, clenching him tightly inside her with one last release.

Afterwards they lay together, spent and stunned. Zane moved so they were both on their sides, tangled deliciously together, their hands still moving, unable to stop touching each other.

He stroked the small of her back, feeling a warm circular spot just above the base of her spine.