Page 47 of Dragon Prince of New York

“Finley.” He tilts my chin up with his thumb and forefinger. His mouth opens like he’s going to say more, but he doesn’t.

When I suck his cock, he grips the back of my head, but doesn’t push. He’s got his head thrown back, chest heaving like he’s barely holding on.

Because ofme.

I bob faster. Suck harder. Take him deeper. The music plays on, but all I hear are the sharp breaths I take through my nose, the panting moans coming from Cyrus.

The only warning I get before he comes is his hand tightening in my hair. Hot cum slides down my throat, and I take it all, swallowing around his length.

Once his muscles relax, I slide his cock out of my mouth and smile. His thumb drags across my bottom lip, wiping away the mess left behind. “So beautiful. But so fucking deviant. I told you not to miss the show.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

In one quick move he’s got me over his knee, my dress pulled up around my waist. I shiver with anticipation. A rise in the music, then a slap on my ass, perfectly timed. Sharp pain heats my skin. I wiggle, rubbing my thighs together. A swell of noise, and his palm strikes.

I’ve never been spanked before, and there’s no reason this should be so hot, but I’m dripping for him as his hand lands a third time. He hunches over me and whispers. “Are you goingto be a good girl now and let me fuck that pussy while you watch the ballet?”

I can’t decide if I want to say yes and submit, or give him the finger and wiggle my ass so he’ll spank me again. All I manage is half a head shake that turns into a nod.

“Hands on the balcony ledge." Cyrus lifts me to my feet. "And keep your eyes on the stage.”

With my dress still around my waist, his hands come to my ankles and drag up my thighs. A kiss lands on the stinging skin of my ass, soothing and soft. From his knees, he spreads my cheeks, then tilts my hips, opening me as his tongue finds my center. Pleasure tingles up my spine.

I soar high above my body, the dancers, the theater. I’m one with the music, the beauty, the joy. On the stage, a swirl of color. Against my clit, a swirl of heat. In my heart, a click of certainty. I’m done fighting this. He’s mine.

The audience claps as I come, the noise of their applause covering my gasp of pleasure.

As the curtains close for intermission, I collapse. But Cyrus is there to catch me. He lowers me carefully to his lap, and we sit on the floor with our backs against the half wall that hides us from the rest of the theater, catching our breath.

“So much for edging me.” I giggle, still out of breath.

“There will be other times for that." He kisses my temple. “That was beautiful.”

“You couldn’t have seen much with your head between my legs.”

“I saw the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my life. Your pink, swollen pussy fluttering as you came all over my face.” There’s a smile in his voice and I twist to look at him. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth and grins at me. “Best thing I’ve ever seen—ever tasted, too.”

I cover my laugh with a hand. “You can’t be serious. Aren’t you rich? I’m pretty sure eating me out doesn’t compare to a five-star restaurant.”

“It does to me. But I might need to try it again to be certain.” He nibbles at my neck, an echo sparking to life between my legs.

“How likely is it that someone will interrupt us in here?” I ask.

He tilts his head, gaze curious. “I can make sure they don’t.”

“Good.” I pull my dress all the way off. That otherworldly flame flickers in the middle of his dark pupils.

Laying the dress out on the plush carpet, I stretch myself out on top of it. I’ve never felt so wantonor alive. Stripped bare in a theater balcony. Never so certain of what I want.

“I believe you still owe me one more orgasm, Cyrus.”

Chapter 26

Cyrus

The sight in frontof me, my mate naked on the floor, steals my breath and stops my heart. Can a man die from too much beauty?

The lights flicker, a warning about the end of intermission. I ignore them, ignore everything. When I took Finley against the window this afternoon, it was fast and aggressive, full of six years of pent up frustration. But right now, all I want to do is savor her. Savor this moment.

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