Page 63 of Dragon Awakened

His chuckle of laughter dies when I take his cock in hand and give the hot, hard flesh a long stroke. His eyes rolling back in his head, he moans. "Missed you, too, Ember--Jesus, so much."

A terrible thought enters my brain. "Did you--while I was gone--"

His eyes snap open and he covers my hand with his own. "Never," he tells me, fierce. "How can you even ask?"

I shrug, relieved but also somehow still hurt. "You had no reason to think I'd ever come back. You're this rich, sexy, powerful prince. Why wouldn't you--"

"Because I love you." The earnestness in his eyes is painful. "I gave up all hope of ever getting you back, but I didn't move on. How could I?"

I swallow hard. Guilt hits me right in the gut. But I refuse to be ashamed. "I did." I bite the inside of my lip. "I mean--not emotionally. I'm still basically devastated."

I might have covered up my hurt. Hell, I might have even convinced myself that I was over it.

But deep inside, my love for Storm never went anywhere.

"But I've been with other men," I admit.

Smiling sadly, he cups my face. "I know."

And it's weird to be talking like this when he's naked on a bed, and I'm hovering over him, completely clothed. But when else are we going to discuss it?

"I met your mates," he reminds me. "You all basically told me that you--" His voice cuts off, his Adam's apple bobbing. There's hurt in his tone, but his eyes are dark with hunger.

I lift a brow, trying to keep things light. "Have giant orgies?" I supply.

His fingers dig into my side, possessive and oh-so-sexy. "I wouldn't call a foursome a giant orgy."

"What would you call a five-some, then?" I ask, and where is this boldness coming from?

Other than the fact that--at least if I have anything to say about it--we are absolutely going to have a five-some. Soon.

"A privilege," he tells me quietly, and then those soft hands on my face are pulling me in.

I go without argument. Taking me with him, he drops back to lie on the bed where I made love with Malik and Jianyu and Rafe just this morning. The sheets have been changed, but the air still holds the memory of what we did together here.

As complicated as my feelings may be, I never thought I'd get to do it with Storm, too. That he'd ever choose to be here like this again with me.

"It's okay," he murmurs, kissing me too gently when what I need is firmness.

Or maybe he knows what I really need.

Slowly--so slowly--he pulls away my defenses, rubbing his big hands all up and down my spine in a way that's both sensual and comforting. I shiver unconsciously, softening in both my body and my heart.

Gradually, I melt into him, giving in to his deliberate pace. Only then does he slip his fingertips under the hem of my shirt again. The points of contact glow as he strokes my skin. Our tongues tangle, and I find myself astride his lap again. My center grazes his erect, bare cock through my jeans, and he lets out a breath. I want to grind down on him, but I know how sensitive he is.

I reach up and pull off my shirt. My bra follows it, and my already tight nipples pebble into stiff buds in the cool air.

Storm's eyes are saucer plates as he drinks me in. He brushes the backs of his knuckles up the soft skin of my belly before tracing a slow circle around my aching breasts.

"Beautiful," he whispers.

We kiss again, my hair falling in a curtain around his face as he takes my nipples between his fingers and his thumbs. He plucks them expertly, reminding me that he was the one to discover what I liked, back when I was a lone-wolf virgin, shocked to discover that anyone I wasn't related to would give me the time of day. He cups me, the broad pads of his fingertips holding the full weight of my breasts, and I stifle a moan.

"That's it." He traces his hands down my sides until they rest at the waistband of my pants.

Parting wetly from his mouth, I nod.

Together, we strip off the rest of my clothes. I flutter inside when I'm fully naked beside him, but he just lays me down and covers me with his body. We kiss and kiss, his hard cock patiently resting in the valley of my hip, time going soft and slow as I relearn the shape of him. He's utterly reverent as he coasts his broad palms all up and down my bare skin. The tenderness hurts, but it feels too good to be like this with him.

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