rs, Layla cried out and jerked at the touch.
Her dragon growled. You trust Dr. Sid. Let him fuck us with his tongue. It will be so much better than trying to fight how randy we are.
Layla tried to think of a reason why she shouldn't. But as Chase continued the delicious friction, the urges she'd long suppressed burst through.
Longing, wanting, lust. She wanted the male next to her touching her, licking her, and making her forget about everything but his touch.
Moving her hips in time to his motions, she turned her head and kissed the underside of his jaw. She whispered, "Okay."
With a growl, Chase had her on her back, and he was above her, his eyes full of desire. The look, combined with the way he held her wrists over her head, made her heart skip a beat and wetness rush between her legs.
She'd never wanted to submit to anyone. But the thought of Chase in control, teasing her, making her hot until he finally made her come, made her bold. Spreading her thighs, she lifted her chest and whispered, "I want you, Chase. Show me how much you want me, too."
With a growl, he held her wrists in place with one hand as he extended a talon on his free one. Her shirt was split down the middle in the next second, her bra gone right after, until the cool air caressed her nipples and turned them to hard points.
Retracting his talon, he drew circles around her tight bud, but never quite touching it. "You're fucking perfect, better than I ever imagined in my mind."
Before she could argue, he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling gently, each pull making Layla spread her legs farther apart. When he moved to the other side and did the same to her throbbing peak, her skin burned hotter, and she wanted more than merely his mouth on her breast. She wanted his ferociousness between her thighs.
Her dragon grunted. Then tell him. He can't read your mind.
"Please, Chase." She raised her hips, wanting her trousers and pants gone, needing to feel his fingers against her skin.
Moving his hand to between her thighs, she cried out when he stroked the material covering her swollen flesh. "Are you ready for me to eat that sweet pussy?"
She whimpered, and all she could manage was a half-hearted, "Yes."
He released her, shred her trousers and tossed the remnants to the floor. She lay completely naked before him.
"Look at me, Layla."
She tore her gaze away from the straining cock trapped in his trousers and sucked in a breath at his flashing eyes, full of heat and promise.
While she'd seen the fun and determined side, he'd never truly let his wanting show through. Until now.
And she could barely breathe.
He continued, "Watch me as I taste what I've wanted for so long."
She nodded, and he leaned down to kiss her belly, each of her thighs, before raising her hips and meeting her gaze again.
His tongue stroked her entrance and she moaned. He continued to lap, lick, and thrust, careful to never touch her clit. She moved a hand to his head, digging in her nails and tugging his hair, wanting him to move upward to where she pounded with need.
But he continued to torture her with licks and thrusts, making her body hotter, tighter, to the point she was afraid she'd shatter into a thousand pieces.
He finally murmured something she couldn't hear against her before his tongue found her tight bud and licked it in a slow, steady rhythm. Her hips bucked, but he held them in place. When he increased the pressure of his tongue, she groaned, coming so close. It was as if the male knew exactly what she liked without asking.
She gripped his hair harder, not wanting him to leave her.
Not that Chase gave any sign he would. Never easing up his delicious torture, she arched her back and moaned as he increased the pressure and pace against her clit. The pressure finally built and she cried out his name as pleasured exploded, coursing through her body with each spasm of her inner muscles.
Chase continued to lick and lap for a few more seconds before he kissed each of her inner thighs again, and then her lower belly. Laying his head on her abdomen, he took her hands in his and squeezed.
The sight of him, disheveled with flushed cheeks, made her insides flip. She still didn't know how out of all the females inside the clan, Chase McFarland wanted her.
Her dragon growled. Don't do that. We're worth it.
Ignoring her beast, she focused back on the male laying on her. Somehow she found the courage to ask, "So? Was it as good as you thought?"