Page 41 of Rescued By The Dragon

Amara’s legs tightened against my head, her fingers locked into my hair. Easily, I pressed her thigh toward the mattress, spreading them for me.

My dragon shot forward, and I fought hard to stop him.

She was perfect. Knowing another man had never touched her hammered the nail of the coffin closed.

Unable to stop myself, I leaned down and licked her from front to back. It was greedy and selfish, but I never claimed to be a saint.

Amara’s fingers pulled at my hair, and her back arched from the bed.

Sliding my palms underneath her bottom, I feasted like a man starved. It was walking the line between good and evil. Knowing I couldn’t be with her the way I wanted right now, I knew this was the next best thing.

The soft gasp riding out of Amara’s lips fueled me.

She tugged, and cried, trying to squirm away, but I only held her tighter. I felt hollow jerks from her stomach, and the rhythm of her heart picking up before she jumped over the edge.

The savory taste on my tongue and the silence after her crash warmed me. Leaning up on my palms, I stared at Amara’s trembling lip, and the tears of pleasure rolling down her face.

Kissing the corner of her jaw, I watched her gaze lower to my mouth. “That was ... “

“What happens when dragon mates find one another,” I whispered. “You’re my mate, Amara. And as soon as I mark you, I’ll show you everything that happens between mates.”

Amara nodded slowly, lifting up, she stared daggers at me. There was a different glow about her. Something heavy was gone from her shoulders. “Promise?”

The little girl inside of her stared back at me. The one that was left with her step-monster. I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Promise.”

I helped her back into her clothes and I walked Amara over toward her house. She stopped at the bathroom window and glanced up at me. “The ball is tomorrow.”

I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “It is. I will see you there.”

“If I finish the list of things my step-monster left for me. I’m going to get up early and try to finish—,”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, tracing her mouth with my thumb. “You’ll be at the ball tomorrow.”

“Don’t get me in trouble, Dorran.”

“I would never,” I said. “The chores will be done, and I’ll be waiting on you at the throne. I still have your slipper. Come with the other.”

“You want me to come shoeless, Dorran? Why don’t you fly back over and bring it to me?”

“Because that’s not the plan, Little Mouse.”

I swept forward and kissed her once more before opening her bathroom window. “Send Toby out when you get in. I would hate to have to fire him for sniffing your sheets.”

She chuckled. “I do use a really good detergent. The step-monster has to have the best.”

Grabbing her hips, I lifted her toward the window and sat her there on the ledge. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

“I’ll be there ... in sandals.”

Amara slipped inside quietly, while I flew back to my room, waiting for Toby on my balcony. He landed with a heavy thud and gave me a sly smile. “What are you doing, Dorran? Who is The Little Mouse?” he teased.

“You just keep your mouth shut as I asked of you.”

Toby stepped in front of me. “Is she your mate?”

I’d known Toby for years, and frankly, he was the only guard I trusted. “Yes,” I said.

Toby pulled me in for a hug. “I’m happy for you, but why are you sneaking around with her? What am I missing? She’s not a kid. Does your father have beef with her family?"

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