Grabbing him and pulling him against me, I laugh. His hair smells like the night and I kiss one of his horns. He moans and I feel his cock twitch between us.
I put my mouth next to his ear. “We will go to your kind’s city for our honeymoon.”
He jerks back, face split into a massive, open-mouthed smile. “You accept?”
“I do, my gorgeous friend, I do.”
“Don’t you dare call me friend ever again,” he says, pushing his hips forward roughly.
My laugh at his comment is swallowed by the sheer delight coursing through my blood. “Blessed Stones, that feels amazing.”
“Tell me what you want, sweetness. I will do anything you request. Absolutely anything. If you want a list of my skills and my desires, I’m happy to provide that as well. But I think I need to fuck you simply first to calm this mate mark magic down.”
A shiver of want shakes me and my heart races. “Yes, please do.”
“I will be careful. I know you haven’t…”
“I have only had one partner. It’s been a long time, too.”
Not that I don’t pleasure myself with the fancy toy that Tully gave me for my birthday ages ago. She said it’s as healthy and normal as cleaning one’s teeth. I smile at the memory, then my focus shoots back to Cyrus, and my body heats up again.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I will take good care of you, my sweetness.”
“I know. But please, don’t ask me to tell you what I want. That…” I make a face, unsure of how to voice what I’m feeling.
“You like to be told what to do?”
“I guess? I haven’t experienced that, but at the kissing booth,” I say eyeing him for signs of combustion, “I found that I didn’t like those who were careful and always asking me what I wanted. Your kiss is the only kiss I’ve truly felt here.” I put a fist on my heart and then place a hand between us, between my legs. “Or here.”
His eyebrow lifts and he smirks. “Just as I thought. That healer didn’t have a chance.”
Another chuckle escapes me. “No, he didn’t. Too soft for me. I like my rough dragon shifter with his naughty side. Boss me about. Tell me what to do so this is the best it can be for both of us. I think, I…”
“Don’t lose steam now. Tell me everything.”
“I think I want you to be rough.”
“I will do my best, but I don’t want to hurt you this first time. We can ease into that. All right? Just saystopif you need me to.”
“Perfect.”
He nods, then a dark look sweeps over his eyes, a look as hot as coals. He rises onto his knees and his cock looks enormous even though it’s still trapped in his trousers. He grabs my dress and lifts it to my waist, exposing my silken shorts and my fine wool stockings. My face flushes. No one has looked at me undressed in this much candlelight. It was dark the last time I did this. And this is Cyrus, my soon-to-be-husband and my true mate. I hope he likes what he sees.
I touch the neckline of my dress. “Do you want me to…” I tug at it like I can show my breasts to him.
“Not yet. Grip the headboard, Kaya.”
Delicious chills run down the backs of my legs and I grab the wooden rungs of my headboard obediently. He reaches betweenmy legs and his finger finds the open slit of my shorts. He hums appreciatively and runs a talon over the seam of my cunt.
“You’re incredibly wet. Very good.”
He lowers himself and spreads my knees with his hands. His talons dig into my skin and the pinch is exactly the right level of pain to make me pant. He looks at me over the layers of my rumpled skirts, and then his tongue finds the spot where his finger was. The wet heat of his mouth on just the outer areas of my cunt is already unspeakably wonderful. He licks once, twice, then his tongue divides my seam and drives into me. I buck my hips and he lifts his head.
“Stay still.”
His commanding voice just makes me wetter. “Yes, Cyrus.”
“Call me your mate.”
