Page 16 of Witch's Bells and Mistletoe

“Oh, yes,” I whisper and then gasp when his arms close around me, drawing me up close to his large body.

I notice belatedly that he holds a fresh sprig of mistletoe with his tail as it uncurls and stretches to lift the ribboned cluster above our heads. I bite back a laugh as I meet his eyes and fall into the fiery intensity of them.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever had a proper kiss beneath the mistletoe,” I observe in a hushed voice.

His grin is wicked as he leans forward. “Never claimed that this was going to be anything proper,” he rasps as wings magically unfurl and curl around us.

Magic roars between us and I reach for it, embracing it wholeheartedly as his lips come crashing down to claim mine.

Chapter 12

ADEON

Never have I tasted anything so perfect—so divine. Kissing Katherine and drawing her flavor over my tongue is as exquisite as I imagined it would be. Her mouth is soft and warm with a slightly sweet flavor and a hint of mint. I could kiss her forever, and so I spend quite a bit of time doing just that, mating my tongue with her slick little human one as my wings anchor to the bed on either side of her, protectively securing her within my hold. My cocks are pushing firmly against my jeans, dampening the heavy fabric with their copious amounts of precum. It’s a bit uncomfortable but not enough to pull me away from my favorite spot.

I was not joking when I said that I would pay devotion and adoration to every bit of her. It could be said that it is part of my nature as a dragon to worship the greatest of my treasures—but a lot of it is simply because of Katherine. I covet every bit of her and want to be the only male to experience it all. I hold that thought to me and choose to ignore her past exploits. I know that she has many males over the years just as I have my own past. The days of hungering for a virgin untainted by the scent of another male have long passed and I feel no sadness for that. No female—no matter how “pure”—could possibly compare with the perfection of Katherine. From the adorable little worry line between her brows to her polished toenails, every inch of her makes my heart swell with adoration.

My mouth eventually moves away from her lips to press tiny kisses to her cheeks and each eyelid reverently before brushing a path down her jaw to where I can explore the length of her neck. The delicate skin here is just as sweet and drenched with the subtle perfume of her pheromones. She makes a small sound of pleasure in her throat as I drag my tongue across that incredibly soft skin until it rudely comes into contact with the wool of her sweater. Her fingers catch on one of my lower horns and she sighs softly, shifting her supple body against mine impatiently.

“Adeon, let me get these off,” she rasps around a little laugh, and my pricks twitch with interest despite my reluctance to release her.

She tugs on my horn, and I give a disgruntled sigh as I straighten, giving her just enough room to pull her sweater over her head. The mistletoe lays scattered in numerous broken pieces around her from where my tail twisted around it a little too tightly in my excitement, but that’s fine—its purpose was served. It certainly brought us a bit of holiday cheer if I do say so myself.

Entranced with the sight of her breasts contained within the lacy bra, I slide my hands up her sides before cupping each handful and stroking my thumbs over the hard nipples hidden beneath the fabric. I’m instantly rewarded with tiny little gasps as the beads of flesh tighten beneath my touch. A savage growl rips through me, possessive and needy. I nip gently at the side of one lush breast and Katherine gasps, the perfume of her arousal pooling thickly around me. I rumble happily and tug the material down to snake my long tongue over each breast, paying special attention to the fat nipples that tip them. Without the confinement of the material her breasts spill fully into my hands so that I’m free to lift them to my mouth to tease them with my tongue and suck the peaks into my mouth until she writhes against me as her needy musk fills my nose.

She is glorious.

I work my way lower, unbuttoning and tugging her slacks and panties down as I go. She wiggles beneath me to kick them free as I resume pressing kisses lower and lower until a hand slaps firmly in front of my nose, halting all progress. I lift my head and watch with fascinated amusement when her arms immediately cross over her belly.

“Maybe you can just skip this part,” she suggests.

I raise an eyebrow, content to play this new game with her. “And why is that, my love?”

A deep pink color rushes into her cheeks. “Oh, I don’t know, probably despite the fact that my tits have held up reasonably well, I may not want you lingering too much over the faded stretch marks on my belly or my cottage cheese thighs,” she replies crossly. “I’m not as toned as I was as a young woman, and that little detail hasn’t escaped my attention.”

“Maybe I love these unique patterns you possess,” I point out as I gently tug her arms free, exposing the silvery white marks that run from just below her belly button to her thick curls covering her mound.

I lower my head and press my lips reverently to one such mark, my heart filling with emotion. Although Fran isn’t my nestling, I already regard her as one of mine and so cherish this place that housed her as she developed and prepared for birth. At first Katherine holds herself stiffly as I explore, kiss, and lick each individual mark as if she doesn’t quite believe that I find them attractive. It is only bit by bit that she relaxes and begins to quiver with renewed excitement with each touch.

“So beautiful, my love,” I rasp as I part her legs before sweeping my tongue along her upper thigh, catching the first hint of flavor of her cream. “So delicious, so soft and sweet.”

She moans softly and a tiny laugh bursts from her on the end of it. “Sounds like you’re comparing my thighs to a cinnamon bun. They can’t possibly be that spongy, can they?”

I lift my head to meet her eye. “It wouldn’t matter to me in the least if they were. They are you, and my Katherine is wonderful and desirable just as she is.”

Her eyes gleam with pleasure and a hint of moisture that I don’t entirely understand but figure must be a human thing as I drop my head once more to feast my eyes on her sex spread open to me. The dark pink petals of her cunt are slick with her dew and puffy with her desire. Even her clit has pushed forward eagerly, the stiff little morsel begging for attention. Not one to deny such a sweet request, I leisurely lick up the length of her sex before dragging the little fleshy pearl between my lips to tug on it gently. I rub my tongue back and forth along its underside as I suck on it, rumbling when her hips come off the bed and her startled gasp fills my ears at the same moment her hands slap around my horns, anchoring me to her.

My female doesn’t have to ask twice. I dive in with enthusiasm, sucking and licking as she yanks and attempts to drag me by my horns. The steering is not subtle, but I go with it excitedly, enjoying the way she jumps against my mouth and the way her cunt squeezes my tongue when her entire body quivers with her climax.

Unable to bear the constraint of fabric on my scales and skin for a moment longer, I shoot to my knees with a groan. I tug off my shirt, only half-aware that my mate is scrambling to her knees as well. Her small hands unfasten my jeans and tugs impatiently at them as I work them off my tail first and pull them down my legs. I step out of them and growl low in my throat when she gasps softly right before I feel her small hand close around my cocks, exploring the bumpy protrusions knotting their length. I suffer with her exploration for as long as I can tolerate, grinding my teeth. My cocks swell and twitch within her hands until I’m certain some of them are ready to snap as hot need coils deeper inside of me, the dragon fire scalding me from inside and out, demanding to be released and shared with my mate.

Not yet. My Katherine is not yet ready to accept my gift. I bite back the urge and quell my screaming instinct the best I can as I push the dragon fire back into my chest. My scales are practically glowing with its intensity as I gently tug her fingers from around my cock. If I can’t claim her yet, then I need more to satisfy the need that burns through me.

Her passion-glazed eyes meet mine as I pull her to me once more for my kiss. Our tongues tangle and my hands explore her curves, memorizing every curve and dip as I slowly lay her back on the bed again. Her hips arch up, pressing her soft belly against my cock in invitation, but I slip a hand between us and press her back down against the bed and lift my head and smirk down at her.

“I am not done with you yet, my love,” I whisper as I lift her hands to my horns once more.

I slide down her body again, the musk of her need filling my nose with its fresh bloom of desire, coating my tongue once more with her essence. I nip delicately at the soft petals of her sex, tugging on them gently, enjoying her hiss of pleasure as my tail curls tightly around her leg, holding her open to me and my endless hunger as I press my tongue deep within her hot sheath. I drag her up to that pinnacle three times before she finally pushes my mouth away as small aftershocks wash through her sensitive body.

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