Chapter Ten

She shoved herself up and opened the door. Wesley was no longer in the living area. The fire burned and crackled without him. Watching him create the fire had been a breathtaking experience. It had defied all forms of science. It should have terrified her, but instead, she was awed.

Distantly, she heard noise coming from around the curve of the hearth. She followed the sound and found herself in a small kitchen. Wesley stood with his back to her. She watched the muscles of his back flex and dance as he carefully chopped potatoes. She could have done it all day, mesmerized by muscles she hadn’t even known existed.

His head shot up and he turned around. Dakota squirmed, wondering how he’d known that she was there. Could he smell her? Did she smell awful? She resisted the urge to lift her arm and sniff. She could do that in the bathroom later.

“You didn’t change,” he said. His voice sounded strained, like his throat was tight.

“I, uh, can’t seem to reach the zipper.” She pointed redundantly at the back of her dress. “Do you mind helping me?”

Wesley shook his head. His long legs closed the space between them in a few steps. She turned, her heart thumping inside of her rib cage. She swore that it was only moments from spreading wings and flying around the first floor of the tower. She felt the soft tug of his fingers when he found the zipper pull. Her breath caught in her throat.

The dress loosened around her body as he pulled the zipper lower. It dropped all the way down to the top of her ass. She heard him swallow hard behind her. It warmed her between her legs to hear what her body was doing to him.

She jumped when his fingers touched her bare back where she knew a small black, bird tattoo sat. They traced lines down her spine and the warmth between her legs doubled. Then, his light touch disappeared. Brazen, she turned to face him.

“Why did you stop?”

She wasn’t prepared for the heat in his eyes when she looked up at him. Those gray eyes flamed with a heat that she thought might burn her up. She raised her hand to touch the tension that made his jaw tight. His body rumbled when her skin touched his.

His hands snatched her and pulled her close. She let her head fall back as his lips met hers. They moved with urgency and need. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth. She nibbled at it teasingly, threateningly. The rumble of his growl filled her mouth and sent tremors down her spine.

His hands crushed her to his body. He was warm and hard beneath her. She could feel the presence of his cock growing full against her thighs. She rocked her hips to grind against it.

What was she doing? Dakota stumbled away from him, breaking the hot kiss. She’d woken up in a strange man’s bedroom that morning and now she was kissing him in his kitchen? Something in her logical brain had snapped. That had to be it. She mumbled an apology before running back to the bathroom and locking the door behind her.

She felt the wet warmth damp between her legs. She had wanted him. He set her alive with just a look. The touch of his lips against her had done darker things. She’d been ready to pull up the hem of the stupid dress right there in the kitchen.

Was it something about dragons, she wondered? Did they have some kind of pheromone meant to make human women mad for them? Dakota had never felt like this about anyone in her life before. Sure, she’d had fun with guys before, but none of them held a candle to the things that Wesley did to her body.

The look in his eyes when she turned around stayed with her. She did the same thing to him. It was her own desire mirrored in his gaze. He lusted after her just as much as she wanted him. She knew it.

Why was she denying herself? He was attractive and he wanted her. She was a grown woman with needs and if she wanted him, too, then there was nothing wrong with that. She slipped from the uncomfortable red dress and let it fall to the floor. She reached for his soft tee shirt and let it slide over her head. It was so large that it hung to the top of her thighs. It was shorter than the skirt of the dress, showing another tattoo that was on the outside of her thigh.

She glanced at the sweatpants still sitting on the floor. Feeling confident, she picked them up, folded them, and gently sat them on the counter before unlocking the door. When she came out of the bathroom Wes was standing between the living area and the kitchen. He was leaning against the stone wall, legs crossed at the ankle. It would have been the picture of casual if it weren’t for the heat still burning in his eyes.

Those eyes trailed down her body, pausing when he realized that she wasn’t wearing any pants.

“Are you trying to kill me? There already isn’t enough blood in my brain to make breakfast. I had to give up. Or, were you thinking of offering me a different breakfast?”

Dakota felt her face warm at his words, but she didn’t shy away. “I thought that was obvious.”

He closed the space between them inhumanly fast. His arms circled her, hands cupping her ass as he pulled her from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his body, grinding herself against the hardness of him.

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He threw her down onto the mattress. She bounced and laughter bubbled up out of her. Her hair splayed all around her like a dark halo. Her legs came together and he fought the urge to touch her knees to pull them apart again. She was wearing nothing but his shirt, wrapping her in his scent. He felt his pants tighten as something else stirred within him. His beast growled with pleasure, happy that they had finally won their mate.

She isn’t ours just because she wants to share her body. We don’t have her heart.

“What is it?” she asked as she sat up. The laughter was gone from her eyes, replaced with concern.

He felt something stir inside of him once more. He looked down into her eyes, studying the flecks of emerald that swirled inside the honey brown. They barely knew one another, but the concern that she showed him made his chest tight.

That was until her hand snaked forward, fingers wrapping around the waistband of his jeans. She jerked him closer to her. It earned her a growl that rumbled through his chest. He had to bite his tongue as her hands worked at the button on his jeans. In no time at all, he fell free from the denim and filled her hands.

“Oh,” she said with surprise. “Well, then.”

“What?” he could barely croak out. He could smell her desire and it was driving him into a frenzy. He wanted to throw her back down and tear the shirt from her body. But, he would not force her if she was not ready. No matter his own need.

“I don’t know if I can, um, fit all of that…”

“I think you’ll surprise yourself,” Wes told her, his voice husky with need.

Her laughter became uncomfortable and his desire banked. He looked down at the woman who sat on the edge of the bed. She fought to look anywhere else but him and it drove him mad. It killed him to see her look so out of place, like she might bolt any second.

Against his own desire, he tucked the length of himself back into his jeans. He didn’t zip them back up in the hopes that the morning would still end with him inside of her. He leaned down, scooped her up and tossed her further onto the bed. She landed among the stack of pillows and the small giggle that escaped her made him smile.

He loved it when she laughed for him. He needed to hear more of it. So, he pounced onto the bed much like he had pounced around the field when he first saw her. The smell of her desire still filled the air. He prowled closer, running his hands up her bare thighs. He watched from below as her breath caught in her throat.

Good, he thought.

His fingers touched the hem of the shirt and he paused. He needed her permission to go further. When she didn’t crawl away or slap him, he edged his fingertips beneath the fabric. His hands moved to cup her ass beneath the shirt, surprised to touch bare flesh. Wes was always amazed by the sheer seduction that women’s underwear could pull off. He pulled her toward him so that his face met the warm mound of her. Her moan met his ears.

He nuzzled her with his nose though the fabric of her thong. She moaned in pleasure, sounding surprised by herself. He looked up at her. Her eyes were lidded, but the green in them gleamed like the scales of a sea serpent.

His fingers tugged at the sides of her underwear and he felt them snap beneath his grip. She made a small sound of protest that she swallowed when he dragged his teeth lightly over her folds.

“I’m going to make it so that you never want to wear underwear again,” he said into the mound of her. He could smell just how much she wanted him. The scent invaded his mind and drove him toward her. He needed her just as badly, but often the woman didn’t orgasm from simple sex. She needed more and he was glad to give it to her. He peeled away the tiny scrap of fabric and tossed it to the side.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that she was bare of hair. He nipped the bare flesh of her labia between his teeth to hear her gasp. His tongue slipped between the folds. It flicked the bead of her clitoris and she gasped above him. Her hips arched into his lips. His hands moved to grab her ass and he pressed his face deeper into her.

His tongue delved inside of her and he could feel her body beginning to contract. To make it last longer, he pulled back. His tongue ran in wide, lazy circles around her clitoris. She rocked her hips into him, craving more. She reached down and fisted her hand in his hair. The pull of her hand on his scalp pulled things lower inside of him. His hands tightened around her thighs.

He flicked her clitoris in quick succession before she arched beneath him. Her orgasm spilled out from her with a moan of pleasure. He gripped her ass tight and lapped up the taste of her. She writhed beneath him, the orgasm sending aftershocks throughout her body with each swirl of his tongue.

Her body fell limp from pleasure. Wes growled in satisfaction. This was his mate and he was going to make her a happy woman. He kissed his way up and down the inside of her thigh, ending near her most sensitive spots. She squirmed beneath him when his lips touched her. He smiled.

“Do you want more?” He asked from where he knelt between her legs.

She looked down at him. A new fire burned in her eyes. “No more,” she breathed.