Page 80 of Taught By the Dragon
He waited for shame to rush over him, but when he met Percy’s gaze again, the heat and wanting there made him blink.
Slowly, she eased onto his lap, narrowly missing his rapidly swelling cock, and put her arms around his neck.
He put a hand on her hip, using his other to caress her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Percy. I’ve wanted to tell you that before but thought it would be a bad idea.”
She tilted her head. “What changed?”
He cupped her cheek and brushed her warm skin with his thumb. “The thought of losing you forever scared the shit out of me, love. I want you despite the fact I’m so much older than you or that you’ve been through so much or that you weren’t looking for a mate.” He squeezed her hip gently. “I want you so fucking badly right now.”
Percy wiggled on his lap, her hip brushing his dick, and he sucked in a breath. She offered her neck to him. “Then show me what it feels like to be wanted, Bronx. You’re the first male I’ve ever wanted to kiss me.”
He growled at her words and barely brushed his lips against her neck. When she growled, he smiled and then traced the outline of her birthmark with his tongue.
Bronx licked slowly, around and down, then nipped where her neck met her shoulder before trailing his tongue back upward. She gripped the back of his neck and moaned.
His cock was like steel now, but he ignored everything but worshiping Percy’s neck and skin, drinking in her feminine scent mixed with some sort of flower.
He couldn’t stop himself from putting his nose against her skin and inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.”
She laughed. “Okay, that’s not what I expected you to say.”
He wanted to keep tasting her, maybe work his way to her shoulder with kisses, but he forced his head up to meet her gaze. “Forget everything you think you know about males. I’m going to show you how a real dragonman worships his female.”
She frowned. “Worships?”
He ran a hand from her hip, up her ribcage, and back down again. “Yes. I’m going to eventually work toward making you orgasm, Percy. But there is zero pressure. Tell me to stop at any time, and I will. I vow it.”
As she searched his eyes, he willed for her to see the truth. Because if she didn’t believe him now, he wasn’t sure she’d ever believe him.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Percy had never thought that having a male lick her neck would be something she liked, let alone feel good, and yet, as Bronx traced her birthmark, stopping to nibble and suckle at times, she soon pressed her thighs together at the unfamiliar pounding there.
Her skin was on fire, and her clothes felt too tight. As his hand continued to move from her hip, up her ribcage, and back again, her breasts ached, and her nipples throbbed.
What would it feel like to have his hand there?
Her dragon growled.Ask him.
Embarrassment rushed through her, and it must’ve flushed her face, because Bronx stopped kissing her neck to pull away and ask, “What is it?”
“Er…”
He lifted a hand so he could caress her bottom lip with his thumb, back and forth, and everything ached even more, in a good way. He kissed her jaw and moved to her ear to whisper, “Ask me what you want, love, and I’ll give it. Don’t be embarrassed. Eventually, I want to kiss every inch of your body—and I mean it, every inch—so you’ll never doubt how I want you.”
At his words, Percy realized she’d been doing exactly that. For too many years, people had made fun of her, rejected her, and told her she was too skinny, ugly, and a freak.
And yet as she moved back to study Bronx’s eyes, desire burned brightly in his gaze. Lifting a hand, she traced his jaw, loving the faint roughness of his stubble. She’d felt it on her neck but wondered what it’d feel like other places.
Her dragon grunted.Ask him. Don’t make me take control and do it.
You would… take control?
I could. Not because I’m rogue, but because I’m bloody impatient.
Her dragon had been locked away for all those years inside the facility, so Percy couldn’t really be mad at her beast’s impatience.
But it was much, much harder for her.
