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“On your stomach,” I panted, pulling out of him and slapping his ass cheek.
Kyo rolled over, and I propped his hips up before slamming back inside his tight heat.
“Goddamn, Castor. That feels amazing.” Kyo bit the blanket beneath him and whimpered.
I trailed a hand down the tattoo on his spine. It was of a battle katana. The blade shimmered under my touch, as if it were alive in his skin. Every part of Kyo was so damn beautiful, both when he was in his human form—like now—and also when he was in his dragon one. My connection to him seemed to strengthen, as did a possessive urge.
I gripped his nape and held him down, my balls slapping his ass with each of my thrusts. The moans leaving him were music to my ears. I loved pleasing him.
“You gonna come?” I asked.
Kyo pressed his cheek to the mattress and peered up at me, his lips parting. That dazed look in his eyes answered my question. His muscles tensed before his ass spasmed around me. I locked my hips in place and groaned.
My teeth ached as my orgasm crashed into me. I wanted to sink them into his skin. To mark him as mine. The realization caused me to falter in my rhythm. It was further proof that he was my destined mate. I could no longer deny it.
If I bit him, my scent would be all over him, letting every other supernatural being know he was taken. It was a sign of possession.
Kyo didn’t want that with me though. And I wouldn’t force it on him.
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade as he milked my cock. Once I was spent, I collapsed beside him on the bed. He faced me and draped an arm across my side, his breaths rough. I pushed my face into his hair and closed my eyes, still reeling from how I’d almost bitten him.
This little dragon was driving me crazy.
Chapter Eight
Kyo
Being in Castor’s arms felt so right. I couldn’t figure out why, but when he held me, it was like my soul breathed a little easier. Not that I’d ever admit it to him. No good would come from a confession like that anyway.
I was intended for someone else.
We slept for a few hours and woke to a knock at the door later that evening. Raiden poked his head in and asked if we were hungry.
“We’ll be out in a minute,” Castor mumbled, his eyes still closed. The sheet hung low on his naked hips and tangled around his leg. He was such a wild sleeper.
Raiden gave me a disbelieving look before closing the door.
Yeah, there was no way either of us was getting out of that bed anytime soon. Even after napping, all I wanted to do was lie there with Castor. He distracted me exactly in the way I needed.
My time being single was limited. Come December, I would be standing at the altar with a complete stranger.
I wanted to make the most of the time I had left, to take advantage of my last few months of freedom before everything changed. Going on a—maybe dangerous—trip to Greece with a sexy-as-sin Nephilim seemed like the perfect way to do that.
Castor expelled a sigh and sat up, scratching at the back of his hair. “I guess we should wash up and eat something.”
“Or…” I pulled him back down with me. “We could stay here a little longer.”
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Castor brushed aside my bangs and smiled. “I knew all your hateful jabs were just for show. You adore me.”
“You wish.” I arched up into him and skated my lips across his jawline. “You’re an annoying pain in the ass.”
“A pain in the ass you can’t get enough of.” He dropped his face to my throat and nipped at the hickey he’d left there last night. “I love this being here.”
“It doesn’t mean I’m yours or anything,” I said, more as a taunt than anything else.
But it made his brows pull together, and the light-hearted moment fled. He seemed so damn sad all of a sudden. “This is only sex. I know you’re not mine.”
Did he want me to be?
