Sex on a schedule isn't sexy.
Thankfully Honoria's little stone cottage came into view, and she pushed her body harder. Reaching the front step, she turned. Asher was in front of her in the next second. With him standing a step below, she was a fraction taller than him, and Honoria admitted she liked it when he was a smidge taller than her since most males were shorter than her.
As if reading her mind, Asher moved onto the same step, all but pressing her into the door. His hot breath danced across her face, his body less than an inch away from hers.
For a second, they merely stared at one another, breathing hard—from the running, most definitely because of the running. Not because Asher was so close, his heat enveloping her like a coat.
Her dragon growled. Lying again.
Asher’s voice was low as he said, "Open the door, Ria. Now."
She fished the keys from her bra and turned toward the door. The position made it so her back was up against Asher's front. Heat blazed where he touched her despite their clothing, and she expected him to wrap an arm around her waist or maybe kiss her neck.
But all he did was stand there, waiting.
Not wanting him to think he should always be giving the orders, Honoria deliberately pushed her arse back until she could feel his hard cock. With a little wiggle, she made Asher growl, "Open the fucking door, Ria."
Glancing over her shoulder, she threw back, "Patience is a necessary virtue for clan leaders, isn't it?"
Asher reached around, and since she'd put the key in the lock, he turned it, pushed the door open and backed her inside. He didn't hesitate to shut the door and press her up against it, his arms caging her body. His strained voice filled the hall. "I was showing bloody patience by not turning you around and kissing you out in the open."
Her heart kicked up, and her eyes fell to his lips. "You wanted to kiss me?"
He moved a fraction closer. "Lately, I always bloody want to kiss you. But if we're to be a clan leader team, it's probably best if we keep any kissing private."
Her eyes shot back to his. "So no platonic relationship, then?"
His pupils flashed to slits and back. "Originally, I had thought of it. But, fuck, Ria, every time you're near, something happens to my brain and I can't think straight."
She smiled. "Well, that tends to happen when the blood heads south."
He growled. "No, no teasing. Unless it's the kind I can do with my tongue and teeth."
Memories of Asher licking between her thighs flashed inside her mind, and her dragon spoke up. Yes, yes, let's fuck him now. Dinner can wait till later.
Without being in public and everyone watching them, Honoria stopped denying what she wanted. She lifted a hand to his chest and tilted her head. "I could be your snack before supper, if you want."
Asher took her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as one hand moved into her hair. Honoria wrapped her arms around his neck as she twined and stroked her tongue with his, giving back to Asher as good as she got.
Her beast hummed. I want more than kissing. Tell him, now, or I'll take control.
You bloody won't this time. Try, and I'll put you in a mental prison.
Her dragon fell silent, and Honoria focused on kissing Asher as she ran one hand down his back, to his arse, and then around to his front. When she cupped his balls, he groaned. "Keep that up and I'm not going to be able to hold back and worship your pussy with my tongue."
She squeezed again. "The tongue can wait."
Asher's pupils turned to slits and back as he extended a few talons and shredded her jeans. She squeaked. "Hey, you need to stop ripping my clothes. I don't have a lot of them here yet."
"You don't need any inside the house," he threw back as he shucked his own clothes.
She opened her mouth, but then her eyes fell to Asher's hand, which pumped his cock as he closed in on her.
Her beast spoke up. Yes, yes, knock him down and take him. I want him now. No more waiting.
In that moment, Honoria decided that in the confines of her own home, she would go after what she wanted. And right now, what she wanted was Asher King inside her and making her scream.
Honoria tugged off the remaining bits of her clothing and walked over to her sofa. But unlike last time, she sat on the back of it before he could bend her over. Not that she didn't like it, but she wanted to watch his eyes as he took her.