Chapter Eleven
Every time Tessa moaned or writhed under his touch, Kai’s dragon roared.
Yes. Please her. Please our mate.
Kai nearly snorted. As if he needed any encouragement.
There, his dragon murmured as her breast swelled under his touch. She likes that.
He grumbled, because it wasn’t as if he needed instructions, either. He wasn’t a kid anymore.
Feels like it’s our first time, his dragon cooed. With Tessa, everything is different. New.
That, he had to agree with. If whatever he’d done in the past was called sex, this had to have a different name. A long, lyrical Hawaiian name full of joyous vowels that rolled off his tongue.
Roll. Tongue. Good idea, his dragon murmured as Tessa moaned. She was arched so far back, he could easily slide his hands over her back and scoop her closer, accentuating her amazing curves. He turned his head sideways, sucking from below while pushing upward, feeling the full weight of her breasts.
Heaven, his dragon purred. Heaven.
His soreness had vanished along with the last of his fears when she’d whispered for more. Deep down, he sensed both would come back with a vengeance later. But right now, his mate needed him. She was begging for him.
He nipped her breast, then soothed it with his tongue, finding it smooth but for the tiny bumps surrounding her nipple. His eyes just about rolled back in his head as he memorized each and every one.
Mate wants me. Mate isn’t afraid, his dragon cooed. Our mate is strong.
She was strong. Strong and determined. Who’d ever manhandled him against a wall like that? And hell — she had anger down, for sure. A pure, blazing anger that could burn down a barn if she had the power to open her jaws and spit fire.
But her anger had ebbed as quickly as it came, revealing the passionate soul beneath. A soul desperate for love and acceptance, if only on her own terms.
Well, he could do her terms, especially if the reward was this.
So good, his dragon moaned, tasting her again and again.
It had been hell holding his dragon back at first, but the beast had quickly settled down and enjoyed the ride, letting his human side maintain control.
Speaking of enjoying the ride… his dragon murmured, hinting at the bed.
Soon, Kai told it. Soon. She calls the shots.
Tessa’s right shoulder dipped, and he responded by switching over to her right breast. He kneaded the left at the same time — kneading and rolling the nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp then sigh.
“Yes,” she moaned, pushing against him. “Yes…”
That word, he wanted to hear a thousand times in the next hour.
Hours. Days. Weeks, his dragon agreed.
The very thought made his cock swell in his jeans. That was already a damn tight fit, but now, it was worse. Every dragon had a healthy sexual appetite, but destined mates were legendary for sealing their eternal bond through marathon sessions that stretched over weeks. Weeks in which no one dared disturb the lovers for fear of a dragon’s wrath.
He exhaled against Tessa’s skin. Wrath. That would be the word for what he’d show if anyone came between him and his mate.
“Ouch,” she squeaked.
He rubbed her skin quickly, cursing himself. Shit, he had to be careful. That exhale had come from his dragon side, and it was dangerously close to a puff of fire — the brand dragons used to mark their mates right after exchanging mating bites. A brand that burned briefly while releasing great pleasure, just as the most passionate sex did. Or so he’d heard, because few dragons were blessed with a destined mate — a woman to love for all eternity.
A woman I will please again and again, his dragon growled.
Kai dropped to his knees, kissing her belly button. He spread his hands wide on her hips, taking his time. Tessa needed to understand that he’d never force her or commandeer. She could call the shots, too.
“Take it off,” she said, lifting her hands free of her sarong. “Please. Take it off.”
He ran his fingers along the edge of the fabric, then flicked the knot at the front, letting it fall away.
Heaven. He was six inches away from heaven.
“Please. Kai,” she breathed, guiding him closer. “Touch me.”
He ran his hands down her thighs then back up, trying not to rush. Guiding her legs apart, he leaned in slowly, puffing at her belly.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged him closer. Lower.
He kissed her belly while reaching toward her center, seeking her folds. Touching her gently, then harder, while her body responded with shudders of delight.
“Oh,” she murmured, going limp against the wall. “Yes…”
Electric zings went through his body when he touched her core, and when he leaned forward to taste her, a thousand little lights blinked on and off in his soul.
Mine, his dragon hummed in his head. My mate.
He licked harder. Faster. Deeper. Desperate for Tessa to keep up the whimpers of pleasure he could barely hear above the roar in his ears. Desperate to make her feel good.
Cry for me, my mate, his dragon hummed. Tell me how good it feels.
She rocked against his hand and mouth, demanding more. He slipped one finger, then two into her, marveling at how tight and slick she was. How hungry for his touch. He started pumping in time to the flicks of his tongue until she was shuddering and crying out his name.
He slowed gradually, unwilling to let it end as Tessa went limp.
This is the first time we make her feel good, his dragon hummed. Doesn’t mean it will be the last.
No way would it be the last if he had any say in the matter. But what did Tessa think?
“Kai,” she murmured, pulling him back up until they were face-to-face. He grinned in satisfaction at her flushed cheeks and the hazy look in eyes.
“Yes, m’lady?” he said, turning on his best dragon manners.
She hummed a little, then nudged him backward. “That was good. Really, really good.”
He nodded, forcing himself to meet her eyes instead of admiring the red marks his stubble had rubbed into her thighs and breasts.
Her full, beautiful breasts. His dragon licked his lips.
She caught him by the waistband, popped the button of his jeans, and slid down the fly. “Really good — for me. Time to make it up to you.” She slid her hand inside his jeans.
“Okay,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice even despite the fireworks exploding in his groin. “Fine.”
She cocked an eyebrow in challenge. “Just fine?” She pushed his jeans and boxers down then cupped his balls.
He gulped, forcing himself to stay in control. “How about really good?”
Tessa pressed close to his chest to whisper in his ear. “How about I make it even better?”
Her nipples pressed into his skin, and when she grasped his cock, he sucked in a quick breath.
“Please.”
Please, his dragon begged.
“How’s that?” She stroked up and down. Every time she reached the tip of his cock and turned around, she tugged the foreskin, making his teeth clench, it felt so good. And every time she reached the base of his cock, she made sure her knuckles grazed his balls.
He wished for something to hang on to, because this woman was about to bring him to his knees. He hung on to her instead, trying not to show how close to coming he was. Probably failing, judging by the naughty expression on her face. But that was okay. This was Tessa. For her, he’d come undone. For her, he’d drop his outer defenses and let her see just how she affected him.
“Let’s take these off, shall we?”
When she loosened her grip and helped him step out of his jeans, her eyes widened at the unobstructed sight of him.
She likes what she sees, his dragon crooned.
He’d make damn sure she’d like what she felt when they took things to the next level, too.
She started stroking him again. Stroking and backing him toward the bed, kissing his ear as she went. Exhaling into his neck, driving him wild.
You sure we can’t take over yet? his dragon begged.
Not until she says so. Not yet.
It wasn’t as if he was suffering, though, and his dragon quickly acquiesced.
“I don’t suppose you have a condom in your pocket,” she murmured, groping around his thigh in a joke.
He hissed. Shit. There was no way he was going to make it to his place and back sporting a hard-on this size. And there was no way he would leave Tessa at a time like this.
She grinned and pushed him to a sitting position on the bed. “Well, I just happen to have gotten my luggage back today, and guess what I keep in my toiletry bag?”
He laughed, falling back in relief. Thank goodness for that.
The position made his cock jut up obscenely, and Tessa stared. When she licked her lips, he fantasized about her crouching over him and—
She shook herself a little and murmured, “Next time.”
Next time was fine with him, as long as there was a next time. And a time after that and after that…
She turned to root around in her suitcase, giving him a full view of her rear. A view that distracted him from the colorful clothes strewn out the sides of her bag and the corner of a little wooden box. Why look at that when he could admire Tessa? She even wiggled a little, making him fantasize about crouching behind her and taking her that way. Hot and hard and on all fours until she came, screaming his name and—
He turned his head away and added another wish to the next time list.
“There it is,” she murmured, turning back to him with a foil packet in her hand like a prize. She stepped back and stood over him, then held it next to his cock. “Think it will fit?”
“It better fit,” he growled, though it seemed pretty damn impossible.
“Well then,” she cooed, placing a hand against his chest. “Lie back, relax, and let me do the rest.”
He hesitated just long enough for her to tilt her head, making her hair cascade to one side.
A moment of truth, he sensed. Could he really coax his dragon into handing over the reins? Could he prove to her how much she meant to him?
For you, my mate, his dragon hummed.
He lay back on the firm mattress, waiting for her.
Tessa blinked a little, hesitating. It was as novel a position for her as for him, he sensed. Her hand trembled, and her chest heaved.
“Coming, m’lady?” he whispered.
She took a deep breath and stepped right back into power woman mode. “Coming. Coming.”
Me, too, he wanted to quip. His cock ached. His heart was beating like a jackhammer, and his eyes burned — a sure sign that they were glowing. That didn’t faze Tessa, though. In fact, her eyes seemed to glow, too. Or maybe that was what his dragon wanted to see.
She’d make a good dragon, he couldn’t help thinking as she ripped the packet open and unrolled the condom over his cock. He closed his eyes, relishing her touch.
Imagine doing this without the barrier someday, his dragon hummed. Skin-to-skin.
Yeah, that would be even better, but he wasn’t going to push his luck right now.
“Coming,” Tessa murmured, crawling over him.
She jerked her chin, and both of them wiggled up the bed until his head was nestled among the pillows and his body spread on the bed. Her eyes explored every part of his body as she slowly straddled him. They locked eyes, and she lowered herself gradually, drawing out the anticipation. She pressed down a little too high, but that was all part of the fun. Feeling the damp heat between her legs. Seeing her eyes narrow on his.
When Kai placed his hands on her hips and guided her lower, she dragged her body along his, extending that moist trail.
“You, woman, are cruel,” he murmured.
“You love it,” she countered, playing it cool though her voice was higher than usual.
She dragged up and down along his body, right over his cock. Spreading her legs wider, letting his shaft find the notch between her folds just long enough to tease before sliding away again.
“Torture,” he lied as she slid higher again.
Good torture, his dragon agreed.
Her red hair flowed over her shoulders, and her breasts swayed tantalizingly close to his mouth. So close, he considered lifting higher to suckle. But Tessa closed her eyes, getting into the groove as her body responded to his, and he didn’t dare break the moment. Instead, he reached around her perfect ass, coaxing her into a wider straddle.
This is going to be so good, his dragon whispered, flicking its tail.
Like he needed an oversized reptile to tell him that. Kai soaked in the sheer beauty of the moment. Tessa’s beauty. Her pent-up need. Her determination to get this exactly right.
When she dragged her body higher and rose up on her knees, he held his breath. She moved into position, letting the crest of his cock nestle against her folds, and lowered herself inch by inch.
“Oh,” she murmured, tipping her head back.
Her sweet heat enveloped him, and he gritted his teeth. No pushing up. No forcing anything. Let her adjust, he ordered his dragon.
Yes, his dragon coaxed. Let me fill you, my mate.
“Yes,” she hissed, taking another inch of him.
She was so tight. All heat, all muscle inside.
“God, Kai,” she whispered, waking every nerve in his body. Her voice was music to his ears.
She started rocking. Rocking and murmuring his name. Arching her back. Pushing harder and harder until it was clear she wanted him to push back.
He gripped her hips and looked into her eyes. Was she ready?
Her emerald eyes sparkled. “Kai,” she begged.
He pushed upward, and she gasped, though he barely heard her over the sound of his own deep groan.
“Yes. Tessa.”