Page 15 of A Drink of Destiny
“Why aren’t you naked yet? I don’t mind you enjoying the show but you’re wearing way too many clothes. I’m not saying I don’t respect fashion but if they’re in my way in the heat of the moment… Well, they might not survive. Shifters aren’t the only ones who don’t like things in their way when they’re trying to claim their mates, you know?”
“You do go through shirts like they’re candy,” I teased him.
“Remind me to give your coworker their shirt back,” he reminded me.
“I’ll try to. If Derk doesn’t get on my nerves when I go back to work. Though…” I let the thought trail off because I couldn’tthink of whether or not going back home was the best thing to do until after I knew Beal and his family would be safe if we left.
“We can have more than one home,” Alvis said. “Well, I’ll allow it if you stop depriving me of my rights as a mate.”
“Your rights as a mate?” I cocked one eyebrow up and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I think you promised in the Other World between lives to let me see you naked whenever I wanted to. I think it was like bullet point one in our vows.”
“Oh really?” I smirked.
“Yeah. I think that’s exactly how it happened,” he nodded, hands on his hips and eyes narrowed at me.
For a second, I considered playing cat and mouse. He could chase me around and steal my clothes if he wanted them off so damn badly. Then again, Annila was down the hall, and the world was a bit of a dumpster fire. My cat shifted my eyes to his and cocked my head to the side. Annila was still asleep, and I hoped whatever Sharon might’ve been doing wasn’t actively hurting her.
“You’re just trying to steal my magic,” I teased him, grabbing for the hem of my shirt.
“You have magic in your pockets?” he asked, raking his eyes up and down my body.
“Maybe. Might have amulets,” I said.
“Remind me to check later,” Alvis said but I didn’t think he was talking about my pockets.
I tugged my shirt off and tossed it across the room so that it landed on the dresser with a soft thud. I wiggled my bare feet on the carpet and motioned for Alvis to come sit on my lap. He glared at m pants for a few seconds but gave in without too much fuss. He climbed onto my lap, and my hands found his ass. Clothes or no clothes, he was beautiful and it’d been way too long since we shared a kiss before reuniting in the driveway. We’ddriven back in our own cars, and I missed him so damn much while we were apart.
“Claim him before we lose our damn minds,”my lion sounded off inside my thoughts.
Our lips met in the middle, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. It traced the sharp points of my teeth that I worked hard not to cut him with. Then it came back to dance with my tongue. His fangs elongated, their points grazing over my bottom lip again and again as our tongues moved together. Alvis shifted his weight forward and, following his lead, I stretched out on my back with my feet still on the floor. I squeezed his ass again, kneading my fingers into the firm, round globes and reveling in his body heat radiating into my palms.
“Do you need blood?” I asked when he came up for air. “I feel like a tool. I didn’t even stop and pick up bloodshakes or something.”
In lieu of an answer, Alvis licked up and down my throat. I squeezed my arm in between us and offered him my wrist again. I trusted him not to rip my throat out, but I couldn’t fight with him attached to me there. Sure, fighting one-handed wasn’t ideal, but it was better than not being able to defend him at all.
“Forgot you preferred it there,” he murmured and licked my wrist.
My skin gave rise to goosebumps, and I let out a long, slow shiver as his tongue traced my veins. My dick grew harder with each pass of his tongue.
“He’s bathing us with his tongue,”my lion purred inside his inner sanctum.
A second later, Alvis’s graceful fangs grazed over my skin, and he glanced up to see if I was ready. I nodded and he bit down. Pleasure zipped through my body. I was no stranger to biting and being bitten. Teeth are involved with most foreplay involving cats and big sabertoothed cats were not an exceptionto that rule. My blood oozed into his mouth, and he held my arm in place with one hand. My fingers itched to entwine in his hair like I’d done at the bar, but Alvis reached between us and stroked my dick through my pants. Yeah. I should’ve taken the fuckers off when he asked me to. In a few fumbling, blind seconds he had them undone and freed my cock into the embrace of his fist. I dug my heels into the floor, thrusting through his tight fingers as he drank from me. Pain and pleasure mingled somewhere deep inside me as his thumb drew possessive circles over the tip of my cock. I lost myself to his stroking affections and his tongue licking the blood from my skin. The first bite was already healing. I braced for a second that never came. Instead, he pushed himself upright, straddled across my thighs. He kept his grip on my dick and grinned at me, my blood smeared over his plump, kissable lips as he tightened his hold. I reached up to pull him down into a kiss, but he pressed me down onto the bed with one hand in the center of my chest. Alvis was so much stronger than he looked. His finger muscles tensed, holding me down. He stared deep into my shifted eyes and licked his lips before backing off the bed and taking me into his mouth. His fangs had receded, and his tongue was warm and moist against my shaft. I swear I left my body for a second as it vibrated with pleasure as his mouth slid down my cock, his hand still in place on my stomach. I lost myself to his mouth and tongue and the euphoria spiraling up and down my shaft until I forgot what I was watching for and what might happen any minute now. The rest of the world could just take care of itself for a ---
Then that thought was gone too as my balls drew up warm and heavy next to my body. Alvis didn’t slow down. He sped up and his fingernails dug into my stomach. My breaths came out in short heavy pants, and I pushed up against his hand, trying to thrust into his warm mouth but couldn’t budge up. Whateverpressure point he found held me firm in place until my dick finally exploded the proof of all the pleasure he milked from me into his hungry mouth. He swallowed down my warm, sticky seed and kept moving until there wasn’t a drop left inside me. Then and only then did he let me pull him back up onto the bed. Our lips met in a heated crash, and I grabbed the firm, round globes of his ass with both hands. He moaned and ground against me. My mate was hard and slick and there was nothing I wanted more than to coax the pleasure out of ----
“HELP ME!” Annila’s voice rang through the empty house, and I prayed to the old cats that it was the real Annila this time.
“Shit!” Alvis swore under his breath and ripped the top sheet off the bed to make the quickest makeshift toga in history. He was out of the bedroom before my post-orgasm brain even had a chance to wrap itself around the fact that Sharon might not have been tricked and was in the bedroom. Astral projecting witchy shebears don’t need an unlocked door or an open window.
It took me three times to get my fly to cooperate with me. Why were my hands shaking? Was Alvis nervous? Was Annila’s frightened scent hitting my brain even if I wasn’t registering it because Alvis’s arousal was all I smelled? It filled my head and my lungs and… Was I useless now? No. No, I wasn’t useless. I couldn’t be useless when Alvis and Annila might be in danger!
“Go!”my lion roared inside my thoughts.“Get your furless ass moving!”
And I did. I sprinted out of the room and down to Annila’s room. The door was half open, but no light poured out into the hallway. I took a deep breath, sucking in her scent and Alvis’s. Something else was there. Something I should’ve put my finger on a lot quicker but I don’t know that I had ever smelled it before. Most dragonesses didn’t make a habit of going around Moonscale London bleeding.
I pushed open the door, dropping down low, and giving in to my lion. We’d eviscerate the shebear for whatever she’d done to Annila. No one messes with our pride!
