Page 92 of Sinful Mates

Fucking hell.I was creaming my panties from every damn word.

His skirt dropped from his body, sliding off the edge of the bed, making a soft sound on the sandstone floor. Brightly colored jewelry vanished from his neck and wrists. Scars glimmered with the power of the Underworld.

I ran my hands all over him, wanting his heat and weight on me.

Instead, he reclined on his haunches, palming his cock. A spur protruding from his bobbing length caught my attention.

Noticing my gaze, he stroked it with his thumb. “You won’t need my finger on your clit, baby. This will get you there.”

I shifted to explore it. Hard on the sides like dragon scales. Soft on the top. The drum pounding between my legs doubled, eager to play with my new toy.

“Why have I not seen this before?” I clasped his length and gave it a rewarding pump.

“It’s meant for mating, but I can bring it out all the time if you want to play.” He cupped the back of my head, drawing me to my belly, showing me what he wanted.

“Oh, I want to play.” I licked him from head to shaft, swirling around his new protrusion, and he groaned and threw his head back. “I’ve been wanting to do this again after your dick came for a visit.”

“Fuck, baby.” He curled my hair over his fist and off my back. “My dick might magick off again the way you’re going.”

“No, it’s mine,” I growled, and his cock bobbed in agreement.

He bent over me, his finger sliding under the elastic of my panties, down to the gusset, finding purchase between my thighs. Electricity sparked at his feverish glide along my clit, and I moaned.

“Fuck me, baby,” he growled at my hard and fast sucking. “You’re so good at this.” He encouraged me with little swirls on my head. “Don’t stop.”

My pleasure surged at his encouraging words. I loved it when my men told me what they liked and how good I made them feel. It empowered me to know that I could bring these hardened, dangerous men pleasure.

He bucked his hips, thrusting into my mouth, unable to control himself. “Your mouth is so warm, wet, and begging to be fucked.”

Bliss heaved at his hot words, and I hummed my appreciation on his dick, drawing out a long groan and stuttered thrusts.

Magick glowed around his member, and he growled harder, “If you fucking disappear right now, I will kill you.”

I had to finish him fast, and picked up my pace, Zethan responding the same on my clit. My orgasm surged, ready to crest like a wave, and he climbed to meet me on the bond.

He pushed at my shoulders to nudge me off his dick. “I’m gonna come, baby, and I’d rather come in your pussy.”

I pressed down hard on his abs. “Shut up and enjoy it.”

His muscles locked down as release hit him. He came deep in my throat, and I screamed over his length as my peak crashed down on me.

Gently, he stroked my jaw as he pulled free of my mouth. “That was fucking incredible, baby.”

His praise burned a hole through my chest to my heart.

Smiling like a man brought back to life, he sucked my release off his fingers, and I nearly came again. “God, I’ll never get enough of your taste.”

I loved this man. So. Fucking. Much.

Satisfied, he collapsed beside me, hauling me into his arms, and wrapping me in his warmth and love. We stayed there in bliss, kissing, touching, unable to get enough of each other. He still hadn’t claimed me yet, but I knew it was coming and I couldn’t fucking wait to be his.

“I’ll speak to Slade if you want me to.” His admission knocked the breath out of me.

I propped my head on my hand and squeezed his upper arm. “Really? I know he’s hurting as much as you are.”

He inched back to brush the back of his fingers on my belly. “I know you hate being stuck in the middle.”

Yeah, I did. So did Alaric and Castor. We didn’t want it to come to a head or sour further, ending in one or both of my mates beaten in a vengeful fight. Wounds were best cleansed, stitched, and left to heal, not to fester and get infected with rage.

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