Page 59 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

Slowly.

And my breath hitched as my pleasure swelled again.

“We need to talk,” I said.

“About?”

“The bond, baby.” I hit him with the nickname he’d thrown at me.

His lips curved upward, his gaze still hot. “Then talk.”

“Not while your fingers are inside me.”

“It’s my fingers or my cock at this point.”

I groaned, and tightened around him even more somehow. “Jas.”

“Miranda.”

“Fingers out,” I managed.

He grumbled, but slowly eased his fingers out of me. The slow, sensual motion nearly set off another climax for me, but left me panting instead.

And still needy, somehow.

Jasper left his slick hand on the top of my thigh, but I pulled his shirt down to cover me at least. He made no move to put his cock away, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at it for a minute before I jerked my attention back to the man.

His gaze was even hotter when I looked at him.

“I think we need some space,” I said, still breathing quickly.

“We don’t need space to talk about our mate bond. Talk, and I’ll listen.”

I filled my cheeks with air and let out a long breath, forcing my mind away from the hot moments we’d just shared. “Alright. Elodie doesn’t think there’s any way we’re making it through heat without sealing the bond. Her reasoning was sound. And considering I was just minutes away from climbing on your cock myself, I’m inclined to agree with her.”

His cock jerked at the mention of it.

I had to clench my fists to stop myself from taking it in my hand again.

“You don’t want a mate bond.” His voice was strained.

“Neither do you, but here we are. I don’t think there’s a way out. Do you?”

He gave a sharp shake of his head. “I’m already struggling to hold back. When I can smell your pain on your skin, it’s going to be much, much harder.”

“Right. And if we’re not going to make it, my thought is, what’s the point of suffering? Or even just dragging it out?”

Jasper stared at me for a long, long moment.

I stared back.

“You want to seal it now?” he finally asked, his voice still straining.

“Maybe not right this second, but soon. After we’re moved in to the new place, maybe. So we can be more comfortable, and I can adjust to the change while we’re lost to heat or whatever.”

His hand tightened on my upper thigh with my words.

“Does that sound alright to you?” I checked.

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