ANDI

I wake up, hours later, squeezed against him on the couch. His big body takes up most of the room, but I don’t mind because his arms are wrapped around me, holding me close. It’s as if he thinks I’m going to disappear while he sleeps, so he has to hold me extra tight. Even as I slide out of his grip, his arms tighten around me.

Stay, he tells me sleepily.

I’m coming back, I promise him, the mental speech still feeling a little strange but oddly intimate. I have to find the bathroom.

I will come with you. His eyes open and his possessiveness surges.

God, no. Let a girl take a pee by herself please. When his thoughts flare at the thought of me leaving his side, I poke his nose and try to bring him back down. Do you smell anyone else nearby?

No, he admits grudgingly.

Then I’ll be fine. I promise I won’t be long. I lean down, kiss him, and then head off to find the bathroom from last night. There’s one here, and while the toilet doesn’t flush without me pulling on the chain in the tank, the sink works. I do my business and then primp in the mirror for a few moments, trying to smooth out my terrible hair. I give myself a quick freshening up, rinse my mouth out to get rid of morning breath, and eventually re-braid my still-awful hair.

You’re beautiful, Liam sends to me, his thoughts sleepy. I like your hair messy. It makes me think I’m the one that disheveled you.

I can feel his thoughts take a decidedly sexy turn, and it makes my body quiver deep inside. That’s because you grab my hair a lot, I tease back. I feel so light and happy that it’s like I’ve swallowed the sun. I hope he can feel my joy. My Atalim, my love, my gorgeous, sexy man, is back and waiting for me to return to his side so we can make love again. Was ever a girl so very lucky?

When I return, my gorgeous dragon-man is sprawled on the couch, one arm above his head. His torso is nothing but rippling muscle, and he watches me with sleepy, whirling golden eyes that take my breath away. Actually, all of him takes my breath away, especially the half-erect length of him resting on one big thigh. Even like this, he's bigger than any man I've been with in the past, and I'm drawn to him like a moth to flame.

I like it when you look at me like that.

"Are you kidding?" I murmur, moving forward. My fingers are itching to touch him all over. "Now I can touch you without worrying if you're going to lose control, so get ready for me to look at you like this a lot."

Oh, I'll still lose control.

"Yeah, but that's the point." I sit next to him on a tiny slice of couch, just big enough for my hip to rest on. "I want to see you lose control. I want to be the one that makes you lose control, too." I watch as his big, beautiful cock stiffens and grows even more erect under my gaze, and I sigh with pleasure. I forget all about going back to bed and decide that I've had enough sleep. It's time to explore my Liam's gorgeous body.

I lightly trail my fingers down one rock-hard side, admiring the flat planes of his belly. He's not hollow from starvation, or flabby from a lifetime of leisure. Instead, he's rippled with muscle, and so damn appealing that I want to lick him all over.

It reminds me that while he loves to spend time between my thighs, he's never let me reciprocate, not how I wanted to, because he was afraid he'd burn me. But…that was before I took his fires.

A wicked grin curves my lips.

Your thoughts. I can hear all of them. His lips are parted, the tips of his fangs showing, and he's panting slightly.

"I guess there's no surprising you in this relationship, then," I murmur, even as I sink to my knees on the floor so I'm at the proper height to do this.

You constantly surprise me, he admits, reaching out to caress my braid. With how eager you are for my touch. I am the luckiest male in the world for you to see me and look at me with joy and hunger instead of like I'm a monster.

"Never," I tell him. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." When he sits upright, I put my hands on his big, golden thighs and lean forward. His cock stabs at the air, mouthwateringly close to my face, but I want to play a little more. I let my breath graze over the tip, noting that it's already beaded with precum. "I'm glad you're mine. I think I'd scratch the eyes out of any woman who looked at you. You can't walk around naked like Rast. I'm too jealous."

He growls low in his throat, pleased at my covetous thoughts. Because you don't want them to look at me?

That's right, I say, letting my thoughts speak instead of spoken words. I lightly brush my lips over the head of his cock and taste a sweet spiciness, almost like cinnamon. Amazing. I lick his flavor from my lips, loving that I can do this now. You're mine and I'm a possessive bitch. I'd have to fight anyone that thought she could take you from me.

Liam growls again. Are you saying such aggressive things because you know it turns me on? That drakoni men like a fierce female?

Maybe. But it's the truth. I curl my fingers around his length, testing his girth. My, but he's thick. I should know that, since he's been deep inside me, but I'm constantly amazed at him every time we touch. That something so perfect could be mine to touch and caress, mine to lick and stroke and take deep into my mouth and—

Andrea.

The ragged need in his thoughts makes my pulse race. I waste no more time, lowering my mouth and taking him deep. I slide his length along my tongue, pulling him as far in as I can, wanting to blow his mind with this new way of pleasure. Think of my mouth like my pussy, I tell him. Hot and wet and clasping you tight.

His breath shudders and his hand goes to my braid. He winds it around his hand twice and then grips it tightly, holding me pinned against him. You…like this?

Doing this to you? Oh yes. So much. I love the heat of him filling my mouth, the taste of him, the feel against my tongue when I pull back and then take him deep again. I love how he's so big that it makes my jaw ache and my lips feel tight as I strain to take him in, and how I can't even take half of him into my mouth because he's so big, so I tighten my grip on his shaft and use my hand to try and stroke the rest of him. I want to suck on him, but he's too big. All I can do is take him deep and work my mouth over his length.

Not that it matters to Liam. I can feel the pleasure exploding through his mind, and his hips move in a small thrust, pushing deep until he hits the back of my throat. His thoughts touch mine, as if making sure that I'm still enjoying, and then he participates more, pushing my head down and forcing me ever so slightly deeper with each motion, because he knows it excites us both. I work him with lips and tongue and fist, utterly lost in the moment, his scent enveloping me, his taste in the back of my throat, and the overwhelming power of him in my mouth. I'm so caught up that I don't realize I'm moaning around him until it echoes in his thoughts, how much he loves the sounds I'm making, and how the scent of my arousal hangs heavy in the air.

Liam's hand tightens on my head, and I can feel a shudder ripple through him. Pull away, Andrea. I need to spill my seed inside you.

I hold tighter, taking him deeper, until I'm practically choking on him. You're inside me right now.

With a fierce growl, he floods my mouth with his release, his cock shuttling in my mouth even as he comes. It spills over past my lips and down my chin, overwhelming me. His taste is incredible, but more than that, I love feeling his release through our connection. I can tell how sexy he finds me, how much love he has for me, and suddenly blow jobs just might be my favorite thing in the world.

You should have let me come in your cunt, he chides me, collapsed back against the couch, his hand stroking my hair as I lift my head and swipe a hand over my lips. Female drakoni do not let a mate spend anywhere but deep inside them.

Then it's good you mated a human, I tell him, crawling into his lap, because we are freaks in the bedroom.

He pauses, his hand going around my waist. Should we have been in the bedroom?

Figure of speech. Just a saying.

His eyes gleam. Good. His hand steals under my clothing, his fingers pressing against the hot, wet heat of my pussy. Because now it's my turn.

And who am I to argue?