Past the point of teasing her, he gave her clit a long, slow lick before sucking it between his teeth. Worrying her sensitive nerves with strokes of his tongue, he dug his hands into her hips in a possessive grip.
Then with a gentle bite, he mentally claimed Arabella. She yelled his name as if agreeing with him, and he moved to plunge his tongue into her pussy, loving the grip and release of her muscles. As her spasms slowed, he gently lapped her orgasm, the best fucking thing he’d ever tasted.
He slowed his licks and Arabella whispered, “Finn, that’s enough.”
Smug at her spent tone, he gave one long last lick before lowering his head, releasing her hips, and moving from between her legs. Looking up, Arabella’s eyes were slitted and half-lidded. Some dragonmen would spout fancy words and promise the world. That wasn’t Finn. “You lost.”
“I don’t care.”
He rose on his knees and hugged Arabella’s waist. “A dragonman could get used to this, you know.” He rubbed her back in slow circles. “I bet I could get you to declare me the sexiest dragonman of all time if I went down on you again.”
Arabella finally frowned. “Shut up and kiss me before I push your arse to the ground and fly away. No matter how good the next orgasm might be, smug Finlay is irritating.”
With a chuckle, he slowly caressed up her body as he stood. When he was at full height, he pulled Arabella close and nuzzled her cheek. “Thank you, Arabella, for trusting me with your body.”
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Arabella’s post-orgasm haze finally lifted at Finn’s words. Whenever his cockiness slipped and was replaced with tenderness, the male wiggled his way a little deeper into her heart.
Truth be told, she’d been afraid. Touch had put her off for so long that the idea of a male touching her had scared her for years. With Finn, however, there was no fear; it was all fire and heat.
She drew on her growing trust for the dragonman in front of her and tilted her head. “Are you going to keep spouting sweet nothings or are you going to kiss me?”
Finn pulled her tighter against his body. “You asked for it.”
Before she could reply, his lips descended on hers. He nipped her bottom lip and she opened. His tongue stroked hers as his hand wandered to her arse. When he slapped her, she growled and moved a hand to his hair. Tugging, he growled back.
They both fought for control of each other’s mouths.
Then Finn pulled away suddenly and she demanded, “Why did you stop?”
“I need a bloody second, woman, or I’ll take you right now. Is that what you want?”
Her male’s patience was really starting to become saint-like.
Her dragon added, And what about me? I want to ride him and fuck him hard, but I’m holding back.
Barely.
I’m still holding back. I deserve praise.
You’re cocky enough, dragon.
Finn’s voice prevented her dragon from replying, “Well, Ara
bella, stop talking with your damn dragon and tell me, what do you want?”
Arabella searched his eyes. Part of her wanted him to take her, but another part was afraid her past would come between them. He still didn’t know the whole truth.
Hugging him close and laying her head on his shoulder, she answered, “I can’t take the frenzy yet.”
He hugged her tightly and she reveled in the feeling of his strong body against hers. For once, she wished he wasn’t clan leader and they could just stay here for as long as they liked without the world intruding.
However, all too soon, they’d have to return to Lochguard and reality. Once they did, Arabella wasn’t sure what to do. The clan probably thought the worst of her after her breakdown earlier.
Of course, thinking of earlier reminded her of the evening plans. “Do we still need to go to the gathering?”
Finn stroked her back. “I’m afraid so, lass. The sooner I introduce you properly, the sooner I can start assessing friend and foe.” He leaned back to look in her eyes. “As much as I’d like to simply introduce you as ‘Finlay’s female, so stay the fuck away’, I think you might not go for it. What should I introduce you as?”