“Look at me when you’re sucking my cock,” he commands.
I lift my eyes and he grins down at me. “Good. Very good. You are so damned beautiful when you’re on me like this. You can take some more, I think.”
Moving his hips and keeping a hold on my hair, he begins a slow rhythm. The sounds he’s making, the inarticulatemutterings, are building a tension in my core that could tear me to pieces.
“You wish I would fuck you now, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low and rumbling.
I mumble ayesaround his cock.
“You must wait, sweetness. I’m in charge, and I’m taking what I want. You’ll wait for your mate and you will come when I say you do.”
I’m about to fall over that edge despite his demands. Because of them.
He thrusts gently into my mouth again, then he snarls and goes still. He is about to lose himself, too.
With a quick and graceful movement, he uses his tail, wings, and hands to put me on my back with my legs spread. It happens in the space of one heartbeat. He presses into me, entering me fully. My head drops back onto the velvet pillows as I gasp and pleasure scrapes its way down my entire body. I’m shivering with want.
“More, please,” I whisper.
He only gives me a sultry stare and withdraws, pausing at my entrance. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“Please, Cyrus. My mate.”
I press my face sideways into the pillow to muffle my moans. My inner muscles are already coiling, grasping on nothing. His hand curls around my breast and he licks my nipple, making me squirm. His hips shift. With his weight on his elbows, he enters me again in one excruciatingly slow thrust, but it’s all I need. I’m spasming around his fiery length, and the sparkling heat of his fire magic is sending pleasure across my breasts and down my legs and all along every feverish inch of my body.
“That’s all it took, hmm? Interesting. I wonder how many times I can accomplish this today and with as little work on my part as possible.”
“You’re a terrible brat,” I gasp out as the climax fades.
He jerks and thrusts three quick times and I’m rising to the very peak of desire again immediately. “Let’s make a bet.”
“I don’t…” I am shuddering. So close.
“What was that?” His cock throbs deep inside me and his fire lances out from the contact creating long streams of pleasure through my entire torso.
“I don’t gamble,” I pathetically gasp out finally.
He grins against my cheek and smoothes my hair away from my damp forehead. “I order you to place your bet, Mistress Baker, my mate, my heart.”
“Five!” I can’t stand it. I buck my hips and do a snarl of my own.
“Ooo, I think we can do that. If not, I owe you. We can figure out a prize later.”
Cyrus finally works into a quick pace and I’m unraveling in his arms.
After, he pulls me against him—my back against his chest. It feels so perfect that I might die of happiness.
“Will you tell me now what Joaquin found?” I ask, my words so quiet that I’ll be surprised if he can hear them.
The city clerk had found records of Cyrus and his family, but Cyrus hadn’t wanted to talk about it with the others around. We had met up with them after their research and bought chilled cider to drink at a cafe.
“My parents didn’t leave me,” Cyrus says.
I put his hand over my mate mark and hold it there.
“Aye, they were brewers here in the city and decided to expand south, so they moved to Brightsburg. My mother didn’t know she was pregnant and so she didn’t record my potential existence in the city’s books.”
“Is that the Brightsburg that’s a day’s walk from Leafshire Cove?”
