Glancing at her dragonman, she watched his flashing pupils again. In a gravelly voice, Bram said, “I need to taste you first. Then I’ll allow you to come again.”
She frowned “Allow me to come? Bram…”
His warm, rough hands rubbing over her breasts, her stomach, and then her plump thighs stopped her in mid-sentence. As he continued to caress her skin, she almost forgave him for pulling out.
She parted her legs when he pushed and Bram stared at her pussy. He whispered, “Mine,” before leaning down and licking her slit with his warm, wide tongue.
Evie clutched the sheets as he continued to flick and lick her sensitive flesh, careful never to touch her clit. With each passing second, her frustration grew until he finally swirled her clit with long, hard strokes. She drew in a breath and clenched the sheets tighter. When he nibbled, she moaned and whispered, “Oh, god, yes.”
He growled and the vibrations went straight to her clit. Another few swirls and nibbles and another orgasm took her as she cried out Bram’s name.
She’d barely stopped spasming when Bram moved away from her pussy, flipped her over, and raised her arse in the air. He thrust into her from behind and she moaned at the fullness. “You’re going to kill me with sex, aren’t you?”
“Not kill. Make you carry my young.”
His words shot straight between her legs. Yes, when the clan wasn’t in danger, she rather liked his dragon’s primitive nature.
He slapped her arse and moved. Between two orgasms and a dragonman’s giant cock moving inside her, she forgot about everything but the man behind her and the way he made her body come alive.
Chapter Ten
Three weeks later
Evie snuggled into Bram’s chest and sighed. Half-awake, she nestled up against her dragonman feeling warm and content, especially since her morning sickness had yet to rear its ugly head.
Placing her hand on her stomach, Evie smiled. The DNA compatibility test she’d had as a teenager only seemed to hold true for any dragonman who wasn’t her true mate. As Bram’s dragon had said, true mates would always be compatible. It had only taken five days of mind-blowing frenzied sex interspersed with eating and taking care of Murray before Bram had scented her pregnancy. She would keep the joy on his face in her memory until the day she died.
Murray squirmed in his bassinet to the side of their bed and Evie waited to see if her little man would wake. Once Bram’s frenzy had stopped, they had decided to keep the little one in their room for a few weeks. Dragon-shifters often relied on scent for comfort, Bram had told her, and Murray being near his new parents and branding their scent into his memories would help with the transition.
While Bram was filling in the gaps of her dragon-shifter knowledge, she was also educating Bram and the Stonefire Protectors on the ways of the DDA and on British law. Most of her free time, however, was spent taking care of their newly adopted son and Bram.
Not that she’d have it any other way. Murray was Bram’s and her son. Anyone who tried to take him again would feel the combination of their wrath. The dragon hunters had been quiet, but the clan was prepared for another attack. Especially given what was to happen today.
Bram nuzzled her cheek and whispered, “I can hear you thinking.” He placed a hand over hers on her abdomen. “Is the wee dragon baby making you sick again?”
“No.” She gave him a gentle kiss. “But I’d be lying if I wasn’t a little worried about today.”
He nibbled her earlobe and some of the tension eased out of her body as he said, “You’re already my mate, Evie Marshall Moore-Llewellyn. Today is just a ceremony contrived by you and Melanie to give the humans a taste of our clan in preparation for Mel’s book release in a few months.”
“I know, and I understand how much our clan needs this exposure, but what if the journalists don’t keep to their signed contracts and paint the clan as monsters who force human women to marry them with threats to their lives?”
Bram ran a hand to her hip and squeezed. “Be yourself and every human in the room would think twice before suggesting I force you to do anything, love.”
She smiled. “It’s good you finally realized that I’m in charge here.”
Her dragonman rolled until he was on top of her, trapping Evie with his body. He whispered against her ear, “Is that so, my little human?”
His hard cock pressing against her stomach made her pussy throb, but she wasn’t about to let him win completely. “Sex is different than every other aspect of our lives.” She moved against his cock and Bram hissed. Smiling at her power over him, she said, “Although if I told you to take me right now, would you listen?”
Bram gently bit her neck as his hand roamed down her body and under her nightshirt. “I was planning on fucking you anyway before I let you out of this bed, so it’s a moot point.”
Then his fingers rubbed the swollen flesh between her legs, and Evie had to bite her lip to keep from moaning and waking the baby. She whispered, “I could get out of this bed if I wanted to. You know I keep a bat nearby.”
Her dragonman smiled against her cheek. “That’s for my dragon, and he’s not in control right now.”
Bram teased her slit and wetness rushed between her legs. Damn it. She couldn’t let him win.
Clenching down, she managed, “If you ever act the part of an arsehole, I’ll smack you in the balls, too.”