"Aye, well, he'll be demanding. Inner dragons work mostly on instinct to begin with, but a mate-claim frenzy is the epitome of that. All they want to do is have sex, over and over again, until you carry our scent. If that happens, it means you're pregnant."
"Oh."
Oh indeed. "There is a major positive to you being my true mate, though, lass. My semen will make you orgasm."
Kiyana shifted in her seat, and he hoped it was for a good response.
She nodded. "Well, that means I won't have to think of faking it, then."
He growled. "A female shouldn't have to fake it. I can't always guarantee it during the frenzy, but without it, I will always make you come before me. Always."
Kiyana's eyes heated, and his own cock stirred. Even without his dragon's pounding need, he wanted to sit her on the table and take her right then and there.
She'd agreed to be his, and Alistair wanted to make it official.
And yet, he didn't want to be a bastard. She'd want to get to know him better first before getting naked. It was the least he could do.
Kiyana's husky voice fill the kitchen. "Kiss me again, Alistair. Just to make sure we're as good a fit as fate thinks we are."
He didn't hesitate to stand. Once she did as well, he pulled her against him and stroked her cheek. "You're so very beautiful, Kiyana. And yet, it's your mouth and what comes out of it that draws me the most."
She raised her brows. "Now you're just being over the top."
Cupping her cheek, he replied, "No, it's the truth. I've never met someone quite like you, and if I don't fuck it up, I hope you'll be around to surprise me every day."
Her lips turned upward. "You may regret those words one day."
Leaning even closer to her mouth, he whispered, "Never."
"Then—"
He cut her off with a kiss. The instant his lips pressed against hers, she opened and allowed his tongue. Her arms soon looped around the back of his neck.
Even without the frenzy, one taste of Kiyana and he couldn't hold back. He stroked, explored, nibbled, and reveled in when she made small pleasure noises into his mouth.
He wanted to rock her against his hard cock, but no. He wanted to tell her how he felt with his kiss and nothing more.
Of course when she pressed even closer against his chest, her hard nipples making him groan, he came that much closer to tossing her on a counter and ripping off her clothes.
Then he heard the noises. Fuck, he was in Finn's house.
Since someone was coming, he broke the kiss to be safe. Her breathing was as ragged as his, and a sense of contentment coursed throughout his body. She asked, "Why did you stop?"
Finn's voice filled the space. "I think because he didn't want to give us all a wee show."
Kiyana looked over her shoulder at the same sight Alistair saw, which was Finn standing in the doorway with one of his sons in his arms.
Alistair grunted. "You should've knocked or made a wee bit more noise to let the lass know of your presence."
Finn jostled his little baby. "Why? This is my house, aye? Besides, I knew you could hear me."
He was about to say Kiyana couldn't and Finn shouldn't dismiss the human so easily, but his female spoke up. "It's okay. Since things will, er, become rather busy in the near future, I should probably visit with the human women and let them know I'll be out of touch for a stretch of time."
Finn glanced at Kiyana, to Alistair, and back again. "Oh, aye? And when will you become 'rather busy' as you put it."
Alistair narrowed his eyes at his clan leader. Most of the time, he liked Finn. But there were times when he could punch the male for being obviously annoying. To keep Kiyana from answering, Alistair growled, "We'll let you know when we do. Now, can we have a few more minutes alone?"
Finn's son—Alistair could never tell the twin boys apart—patted his dad's cheek. Finn made a face before answering, "A few minutes and no more. I don't want my kitchen turning into mate-claim frenzy central."