Page 63 of Claimed By the Sinful Dragon
“Now?” he snarled. “You want to speak about that pup now?”
“Yes,” I answered, smiling serenely as I walked my fingers south, across his stomach, and teased the flesh a fraction below his hips. “Because now is the only time you let me have my own way.”
He rumbled with amusement, then caught my hand and lifted it to his lips. “You weren’t complaining about that last night.”
I pouted, because he had me there. In part because in these moments, I could barely remember my own name—and those lips of his were the exact reason. There was no justice in the world that he could use his mouth likethat. But right now,Iwas the one with the power. The power to turn him into a wreck, this powerful, lethal man who for some reason I’d never be able to fathom worshippedme.
But this wasn’t the moment to get distracted. “It’s been a week. If you don’t send him back, the pack will come looking for him.”
Himbeing the wolf shifter Rook had proudly presented me with. Dean. The boy who’d once been my life, before I met the man I was destined for. No surprise that Rook didn’t like talking about him when we were both naked. I’d never consideredtaking a man prisoner a romantic gesture before, but here we were.
Dean had told me a lot in that week. Things he’d learned from his father about my father—an ancient dragon shifter who’d mated my mother. He’d died before I was born, and she’d come back to the pack, the baby in her stomach the only reason she’d survived the heartbreak of losing a mate. For a while.
But Dean couldn’t stay locked up in Rook’s dungeon forever. Well,ourdungeon, I supposed it was now… and I didn’t want to shareourhome with anyone else. Least of all the pack who might come for their dead alpha’s third son at any moment.
“Let them come.” Rook bared his teeth, and I pressed one finger to his lips, slowly trailing the fingers of the other hand around the base of his cock. He sucked in a sharp gasp.
“Firstly,” I said, “the only coming here will be you and I.” I arched a brow and flicked a finger over his stiffening shaft.
“And secondly?” he grunted.
“What?”
“Usually, firstly is followed by secondly.”
“Fine. Secondly, if you don’t agree,” I held his eye as I rubbed my thumb over his tip. “I’m going to stop doing this.”
“Gods, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“That’s a yes, then?” I asked sweetly.
“I will send him back,” he agreed, a dark gleam in his eye.
“O…kay?”
“After all,” he added, sounding very casual for a man whose rock-hard cock was in my hand at this very moment, “I need to choose a new servant.”
I froze and he chuckled, moving his lips to my ear.
“You didn’t think I planned to have my mate cook and clean?”
“I…”
“Besides,” he added, “I don’t think I could survive many more of your meals.”
I slapped his stomach in reprimand and he caught my wrist. I pulled my hand back, but he held on tight.
“Uh-uh, I think that’s enough of you being in control.”
“I disagree.”
He shrugged, then tossed me onto my back, straddling my hips in a blur of motion. “We’ll see how long you continue to object, little mate.”
And with that, he lowered his lips to my neck, and nipped at my throat. My dragon preened under his attention and my breaths started to come faster. Heat pooled between my legs, and I clamped my lips around a groan—because it wasmuchtoo early in the night to let him know what his barest touch did to me. As if the fucker didn’t know already, and use it mercilessly to reduce me to a mewling wreck. He nipped again, and this time I couldn’t keep still, arching my neck into him, silently begging to be touched, taken. Claimed.
“Now,” he breathed in my ear, “we’re done talking about other men in my bed.”
His hand slipped between my legs and teased my wetness. I arched my back and tried to remember what I’d been objecting to a moment ago.
