Page 64 of Dragon Awakened

Then he finds the wet, soft place between my thighs.

I cry out at the expert touch of his fingers, parting my lower lips. He slips them over my clit before prodding at my opening, dipping just inside.

"So wet," he murmurs, stroking gently over my swollen flesh.

I shudder, my mind still tentative but my body melting into his familiar touch. "We've been making out for hours."

"Shh, let me have this."

I shudder. Isn't that what I've been letting him do here, all along?

He kisses down my chin and over my throat, and I arch into him as his fingertips start up gentle circles around my clit. The pressure is too soft; he's not driving me toward orgasm--just toward the sharp edge of arousal where I'm destined to be soft and desperate in his arms. His hot mouth closes around my nipple, with just the slightest hint of teeth.

Did we ever have the chance to take our time like this?

Do we have the time now?

Outside this room, I can feel my other mates' restlessness, but they understand the importance of what's happening between me and Storm.

Their presence nearby is just one of so many sensations flitting through my consciousness as Storm continues his excruciatingly slow journey down my body. After mouthing at both of my breasts in turn for what feels like hours, he traces a wet path over my navel and to the crest of my hip. He places gentle, damp kisses to the outsides of my parted thighs, and I tilt my hips upward. My insides are on fire, my inner walls fluttering helplessly around nothing. My clit is practically standing up, begging to be touched and kissed and stroked.

"So pretty," he murmurs, his breath hot on my slick, swollen flesh.

I laugh, but that only has me clenching down harder where I'm empty and aching. "Glad you like."

"I love." Then he drops his mouth to my sex.

The hot jolt of pleasure is a lightning strike crackling all the way to my fingers and my toes. A rough noise escapes me, and I tip my head back. With one hand, I reach for the bed frame, and with the other, I twist my fingers through his thick, dark hair, holding him to me as he licks broad stripes all up and down my gash.

His bone-deep knowledge of my body makes a traitor of me. My knees quake and my insides quiver, and within minutes, I'm gasping for air, overwhelmed by the soft flicks of his tongue. He zeroes in on my clit, slipping two fingers into my opening, and holy fuck, he has no right to still be so good at this.

Ecstasy barrels down on me before I have time to so much as brace myself for it. Obscenities pour past my lips, and he stretches me wider with his fingers, beating a faster rhythm with his tongue on my clit until I'm panting and sweating, twisting in the sheets. Helpless.

"Storm--" His name feels like pain and sounds like love, and then I'm shattering, sent soaring into the air on a wave of pleasure so sharp it tears me through.

Storm coaxes me through the impossible peak, gentling me with his fingers and his tongue. I fall back to earth on a gust of wind that cradles me like the most fragile leaf. All the pieces of me that fell apart knit back together.

Fluttering open my eyes, I look down to find his piercing, silver gaze staring up at me from between my spread thighs, and it's like he sees clear into the very heart of me.

And what was I thinking, imagining I could hold this man at arm's length? What he did to me is so far from being forgiven or forgotten, but I've loved him since the moment I saw him. Our bond-mate connection sings, silver light flowing around us, and I need him.

He's the missing piece of me.

"Storm," I whisper again, and as I do, a single tear falls down my cheek.

"Shh, love, shh--" He climbs his way up my body until his knees slip under my thighs. His pelvis holds my legs open, his fingers still gently rocking within me. He pulls them free, leaving me shuddering and gaping and desperate to be connected--to be filled.

Shaking my head, I roll him over onto his back, rubbing myself against him shamelessly. My dragon growls in my chest, ready to claim her mate as her own. As I drag my swollen clit over the underside of his cock, sparks of pleasure dance across my vision. I get him all wet and messy with my slickness, torturing us both. He holds onto my hip, trying to slow me down again, but I'm done with that.

"Mine," I growl, barely recognizing the deepness in my voice.

Because that's what he is now. Mine. Not just in stolen moments--borrowed only to be given back to his crown once our time together is done. The threads of our fates are forever woven. He's the air in my lungs, the breath in my body, the answer to the hollowness I could never seem to close over, deep within my soul.

"Yours," he breathes, giving in.

I reach between us, lifting his cock to stand up at attention beneath me. I line him up, shimmering inside.

And I slide myself brutally, inexorably down.

---