“Yeah, baby.” He moved his fist in and out of her. “Yeah, you enjoy it. I love pleasing you.” He leaned down and flicked his tongue against her clit.
She exploded around him, her walls milking his fist as she came.
Surprisingly, he didn’t come. Something strange. Did he only respond to her orgasms when they were separated? He knew so little about this damned code that bound them.
He eased his fist in and out slowly as her orgasm waned. Then he let it slip out of her. Her labia still pulsed with orgasm. He couldn’t help taking a little taste. And she was off again. Onto another orgasm.
This time he flicked his tongue in and out of her while she came. Her juices gushed into his mouth, and he lapped them up. When she slowed once more, he slid his tongue downward, to the sweet pucker of her asshole. It was wet with her juices, and he licked it, loving how she tightened a little bit, winking at him.
“You have a sweet little asshole baby,” he said.
Her body stiffened beneath him. Not an anal girl? Well, that was okay. She’d learn. He replaced his tongue with his moistened finger and massaged the tight hole until she loosened a bit.
“Trust me, baby,” he said, and he slid his pinky in up to the first knuckle.
She gasped but then relaxed around him. “Aidan…”
“Shh. Trust me. I’d rather die than hurt you. You’ll love this. I promise.”
She didn’t stop him. He moved his pinky in and out, slowly at first, and then increased the tempo a bit as he closed his mouth back down onto her delicious pussy. As he lapped at her juices, he gradually replaced his pinky with his index finger and fucked her little ass in tandem with the flicks of his tongue on her clit.
One day he’d take her in the ass. He’d always wanted to try it but never had. He’d saved it for her. He hadn’t known that until just now.
He continued slurping at her juicy cunt, letting her cream flood his tongue. Mmm, he could never get enough of her. She was his. Totally his. No way could she belong to Micah or anyone else. Thank God he’d found her first.
He couldn’t live without her. At once, new understanding dawned—the dragon mating, and how a dragon would die without his mate. No way could he ever fucking live without her. Declan had died without his mate. So had Josiah.
And so would he, without Kristen.
He’d find a way to make it work. To spare his only brother’s life.
He continued to plunder her, bringing her to climax after climax, and lapping her into another.
He’d never seen a woman climax as much as she did. But she kept going, never wavering, her pussy convulsing against his tongue and lips.
His cock throbbed, and he reached with his free hand to unfasten his jeans. Soon his erection sprang free. He longed to thrust it into her moist heat…
But the bonding…
Would it?
His body took over. Not caring what the consequences might be, he moved swiftly upward and plunged into her.
Ah, God, what a welcoming sleeve for his hard cock. She encased him fully, so sleek and comforting, and so, so good.
She moved her hands up and down his back, her touch scorching him. He pulled back out and then thrust in again, every ridge of her vagina a welcome stimulant for his dick. She was made for his cock. She fit him like a tight glove. And Good God, it felt amazing.
Too soon, the tiny convulsions started in his balls and raced upward along his shaft.
No, no, don’t want to come yet…
But he couldn’t stop it.
With the roar of a freight train, he came, thrusting deeply and emptying into her.
“Aidan.” Her voice caressed him like a soft breeze.
“Kristen,” he replied.
“That was so amazing.”
“Yes, it was, baby.”
“I…I…” Her words drifted off as her eyelids fluttered closed.
He smiled. No wonder, after all those orgasms. He yawned. He could use some sleep himself. He rolled off her and onto his side and then pulled her against him, spoon style. There he too drifted in the realm of nirvana.
17
Aidan awoke, the soft cotton sheets rumpled around him. He sighed, content. His body was so relaxed, yet his cock stirred. He wanted Kristn again. Languidly he reached toward her.
What?
He bolted upright.
Where was she?
He stood and wandered out of the bedroom. Perhaps in the shower? Had she gone into work? Of course not. It was still Sunday evening. He looked at a clock in the living room. Ten p.m. Where on earth had she gone?
His nerves skittered, and he whisked away invisible spiders from his neck. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Micah.
Damn it! His brother had taken his mate.
Their mate.
What could he do?
He lifted his head and roared, the change beginning. He quickly calmed himself. He couldn’t change in Kristen’s living room. He’d emerge like a hatchling from an egg and destroy her house.