Page 98 of Cursed

“Oh, would you? That can be arranged.”

He leaps over and straddles my hips, pinning me down and tickling me. Thankfully, I’ve healed and he only does it briefly. Then he pulls off his shirt, flexing all those fine muscles as he does. He’s not even trying to show off yet.

My mouth waters, and my core heats.

He leans in, bracing his hands on the chair on either side of my head. “How’s this?”

I stroke my hands up his sides, over his pecs, and run my fingers over his cheekbones and strong jaw. I caress his face as we gaze into each other’s eyes. His cobalt irises glow a fiery blue as they glance down at my lips.

I quirk them and say, “But is it a fair assessment if I don’t get to inspect the entire package?”

“I can show you my entire package. But I warn you, you might not be able to resist accepting delivery.”

I burst out with a laugh. I love this side of my dragon. Cupping the back of his head, I guide him to me.

He takes the cue and kisses me with a gentle approach, grazing my lips. The kiss quickly turns passionate, as if he can’t get enough of my taste. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I suck on it.

He whines with need. His hands wrap around my middle, picking me up until he spins us. He sits on the ground with me on his lap now, where I notice a blanket has been set between the two chairs. He moves the chairs onto their sides, just like how they were when we first made out.

Rourke settles on his back, his hands on my hips. “I’ll only take this as far as you want.”

“What if I want the entire package delivered?” I lean down over him, rubbing my heated center over the massive bulge in his pants. I wait for his answer, my lips hovering over his.

“I’d say it’s almost at your door now.” Rourke grins and pushes up into me, making us both groan with desire.

“Will you help me bring it inside?” I ask and bat my eyes.

His beautiful laughter rings out again, and it makes me giggle too. He covers his eyes in mock shame. “We sound like a bad porno.”

I suck on his ear and nibble on his chin. “Then maybe we should shut up and work our mouths in other ways.”

“Still sounding like a porno, princess.” He chuckles. “But a perfect suggestion.”

Rourke spins us again so that I’m on my back. He shucks his pants, revealing his raging hard dick and knot.

“Holy wondercock,” I say with eyes wide. I still am fascinated by this whole knotting business. My body craves it now from my two mates. Well, soon-to-be-official mate.

Then I realize his cock is ribbed. “Uh, was you dick like that before?”

“My dragon’s texture. We thought you’d like the sensation.” He glances down at it and looks apprehensive. “Do you like it?” His eyes study my face for the truth.

It looks like it will stimulate my…everything.

“I’m intrigued,” I say playfully. “Maybe I should try it out to make sure.” I lick my lips, so he knows I’m into it.

“For science!” He descends on me, taking my mouth with his. Then he kisses down my neck to the swell of my breasts. “It seems you are overdressed for this experiment.”

He helps lift me and slips my shirt and cardigan off. When I lay back on the ground, he trails little bites and licks down to my hardening nipples. Then he laves and sucks on my peaks until I’m writhing and my fingers are tangled in his golden hair.

“Rourke,” I gasp, the ache between my legs completely unattended.

His thighs hold me open without any friction.

He chuckles darkly, knowing exactly how he’s teasing me into a frenzy. Finally, he shifts down my body until his fingers are in my waistband. He slips my pants down my legs slowly, placing light kisses over my stomach, hips, and my upper thighs.

After the offending article is gone, my legs fall open, inviting him to take me as he desires.

His heated hands glide up from my ankles to my inner thighs. The contrast between his warmth and the cool night air is thrilling.

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