Page 45 of Reaper

“You tried to imply a falsehood, so it’s the same thing. Tell me I’m wrong?” Reaper challenged. “Lie and you get another.”

I eyed him balefully over my shoulder, damned regardless of the answer I gave. I couldn’t admit my response had been deceptive, but I also wanted to lie to get another smack on my behind—which I’d definitely never admit to.

But I didn’t need to.

Reaper chuckled. “You reallyarea naughty girl, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice dipping by an octave.

My wretched aura had once more given me away. Reaper smacked my left butt cheek this time, eliciting the same delicious sensation in my loins, then caressed the sting away. To my surprise, he removed his hand, and his breath fanned over my bum before his teeth bit the fleshy part of my left cheek.

I squealed, the most incredible sensation spreading down my legs while a bolt of pleasure exploded in my core. Once more my mate kissed the sting away, his lips tracing a path up to the small of my back, then his tongue licked its way up my spine. A shiver coursed through me when his teeth nipped at my nape. Over the past few days, I’d come to realize that Reaper was a biter, and I found that incredibly sexy. It was even more thrilling when he allowed the tips of his double fangs to slightly peek out when he did.

As if he’d read my mind, my man flipped me onto my back and kissed me deeply before nipping my bottom lip. I shivered again as the sharp tips of his fangs stung my lip. He kissed his way down my neck, then gently scraped his canines on my skin without breaking it on his way down to my right breast. My core began to throb in response to the delightful burning sensation. Reaper’s thick fingers slipped between my thighs, spreading my petals, and teasing my little nub while his mouth sucked in my nipple.

My fingers slipped into his long hair as I arched my back to press my breast further against his eager mouth. Over the past few days, thanks to proper nutrition and the phenomenal work of the nanites restoring me, my breasts had begun filling out. It would still take me at least a couple of weeks—if not more—to reach a healthy weight, but I loved the curves forming on my body. I especially loved how they drove Reaper to be bolder and more passionate in the way he touched me.

The day he unleashed his passion, my mate would wreck me. I couldn’t wait. But right this instant, his fingers were driving me insane as they accelerated their movement on my clitoris. My legs trembled with anticipation as his lips abandoned my erect nipple to kiss and nip at the tender flesh of my stomach. They stopped long enough to suck on my belly button then pursued their journey down.

The inferno of his mouth settling at long last on my swollen nub had me tipping over the edge in moments. I loved how Reaper persisted once I orgasmed, sucking and rubbing my clitoris in a frenzy to prolong the ecstasy sweeping me away.

As always after I climaxed and was beginning to come down from my high, Reaper tried to draw me into his embrace. But this time, I resisted, despite enjoying these tender moments. My mate always saw to my needs while preventing me from seeing to his. As soon as I forced him onto his back and began kissing his muscular body, Reaper tried to stop me.

“No,” I grumbled, glaring at him. “You said you were mine. Then let me touch what’s mine.”

A strange expression that I couldn’t clearly read without my optical aid, fleeted over his beautiful face. This time, he relented and lay on his back. With a triumphant smile, I allowed my hands and lips to roam over the perfection that was his body. Everything about him turned me on, from his muscular chest and chiseled abs, to the hardness of his scales and the delicious way they scraped against my palms. For some reason, that always resonated straight to my core and made me tingle all over.

The cinnamon scent of his pheromone had me throbbing again. As I kissed my way down his chest to lick each of the lines of his abs, I raked my nails on the scales along his sides and pelvic area. A growly moan rose from his throat while he shivered beneath my touch. Jessica had hinted with no subtlety whatsoever that both Warriors and Dragons loved having their scales clawed at. I’d been beyond delighted to discover she’d been right. Since she’d mentioned in passing the metal claw finger rings that Sabra—the mate of Chaos, one of the Vanguard’s co-leader—had bought to ‘torture’ him, all I could think about was acquiring a set for my Dragon.

When my tongue began to tease his loin plate, Reaper tensed and once more tried to stop me. My head jerked up so that I could glare at him again.

“It’s mine!” I hissed. “Open!”

I couldn’t believe I was being this commanding to a shapeshifting Warrior that could crush me with one hand without breaking a sweat. And yet, in this moment I felt powerful, invincible… in control. The way his body responded to my touch, the exquisite sound of his growled moans when I kissed and clawed at him made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world… and the most accomplished lover.

Reaper seemed to hold his breath as his loin plate parted. The scent of his pheromones slammed into me, making me instantly wet again and achy. But even as I throbbed, my inner walls clenching with need, my mouth watered, and my eyes widened at the sight of a long and thick cock. A darker shade than his light-grey skin—his testicles an even darker hue—his cock stood proud and erect. The rippling ridges along its length glistened with his natural lubricant.

On instinct, I leaned forward and touched the tip of my tongue to the base of his shaft then licked its entire length up to the round tip. The spicy flavor of cinnamon exploded on my taste buds, and my nipples became painfully hard. Reaper hissed my name almost as if my tongue had scorched him, and his right hand fisted my hair, giving my scalp a nice sting that resonated between my legs. I began to stroke, lick, and suck on my mate’s length. His moans, the labored sound of his breathing, the way his abdominal muscles contracted and his legs trembled were giving me almost as big a high as if he were the one pleasuring me.

I wanted to see him fall apart for me the same way he always made me topple over the edge. It had been so embarrassing asking Jessica how to pleasure a Dragon. However, the links she had provided me had been highly educational. Sure, my skills—or rather lack thereof—screamed loudly my inexperience. But judging by Reaper’s response, he didn’t seem to mind it one bit.

I accelerated the pace. His heavy panting and the force with which he held on to my hair revealed his impending climax. Just when I thought I had him, Reaper emitted a strangled cry and yanked me off him. The room spun around me, and I found myself on my back with the weight of my mate pinning me to the mattress. For a split second, I feared that in his blind lust, Reaper would ram himself inside of me and split me in half. But he parted my legs wide open and simply rubbed his hard shaft against my core while crushing my lips in a passionate kiss.

With each movement of his pelvis, Reaper’s cock rubbed my clitoris just the right way, sending electric sparks throughout my body. When his chest vibrated with his mating song, my nerve endings went into overdrive. I detonated with a powerful cry as my entire body seized. Reaper continued to move over me, sending me into an overload of pleasure that threatened to drive me insane. Then he suddenly threw his head back, roaring his release. His hands fisted the blankets with such savagery, I feared they would tear.

Reaper collapsed on top of me before rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him in the process. I didn’t notice when his mating song ended. I felt dazed, electric shocks coursing throughout my body. Only the hectic drumming of his dual hearts beating in my ear as my head rested on his chest kept me grounded in reality.

When I regained my bearings, I lifted my head to look at my mate in awe. However, a sticky sensation on my stomach drew my gaze between us. Although his dark scales couldn’t give away his embarrassment like the golden scales of the Xian Warriors betrayed theirs by growing visibly darker, Reaper’s face gave him away beyond any doubt.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. I burst out laughing. He smacked my right butt cheek as punishment, which only made me laugh harder. “It’s your fault,” he added in the most adorable grumpy voice while carrying me to the hygiene room.

“It is, and I won’t apologize for it,” I said proudly.

“You better not,” he replied, capturing my lips again.

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The next morning, with Martin and Jasper gone, we celebrated another milestone with our baby Creckels. At long last, they started moving their legs. It was more like a twitch. But with their hearts noticeably beating, and our scanners picking up brain activity, we wondered if they were deliberate attempts at movement. We couldn’t mentally connect with them, but nevertheless worked on stimulating their cerebral activity.

It took two more days before the first baby opened his eyes, followed by the other little ones over the course of the day. They didn’t say hi. They didn’t ask what the heck was going on. They just smacked us all with a single image: ‘FEED ME!’

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