chance now, it would be impossible to hold back.
“You need to leave.” But he couldn’t force her to go. He couldn’t touch her. Putting his hands on her would lead to claiming. Doing anything to her would lead to claiming. He had to somehow get her away.
And she seemed to realize his problem, if the self-satisfied smile on her face was any indication. “You know how much I love that beard.” Had she ever sounded like that before, low and practically purring. “You promised you’d let me feel it against my pussy. You’re not going to break a promise to me, are you?”
His mouth watered at the thought of getting his tongue deep inside her. It had been in his dreams constantly this last week, the fact he never got to taste his mate tormenting him. Not having his hands on those curves. Not having her moans echoing through his ear. Not having her smiles or giggles or making him food or looking after him or being allowed the privilege of looking after her.
Just fucking being without his mate had been nothing but torture and torment, and he hated every damned second of it.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
And then…oh fuck …and then Sophie turned so her back was to him, and bent forward so now her arms were resting over the back of the couch, her back arched and her ass sticking out towards him. With one hand still supporting her upper body, she used the other to pull up skirt, and all the while she was looking over her shoulder at him, her eyes daring him to turn away.
No underwear. Oh fuck, she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and that perfect juicy ass was laid out before him like a banquet for a starving man, and her pussy was wet and pink and perfect and he could smell her sweetness.
His dragon roared and raged inside, demanding to get to its mate, and his dick felt like it was about to strangle him for his stupidity in not going over there and sinking inside that delectable body right now .
Her clever, clever fingers stroked over the folds of her pussy, glistening with juices he wanted to suck off them. “Your mouth would feel so good , Mica. Everything I would need. You wouldn’t leave me unsatisfied, would you? You’d take care of your mate. Everyone would look at me and know how well you fuck me, wouldn’t they? Any man seeing me would know he’d never measure up.”
Hell yeah they would. They’d see her marked and sated and smug, and they’d know she was taken by a mate who adored her. A mate who would pull their lungs out if they got any ideas about her.
Sophie pushed two fingers inside herself, a low groan escaping her as she began to pump them in and out of that pink hole, and the dragon snapped its teeth. It was his right to be inside his mate’s body. It was his pride to cause his mate to make those sounds. Why the fuck was Mica allowing her to carry on without him.
Sophie’s hips began moving to a rhythm, driving those fingers in deeper, but the frustrated edge to her cries told how she couldn’t get them deep enough. “Mica, please… ”
Dragon and man both snapped at that, and Mica lunged, moving her fingers so he could plunge his tongue inside her.
Sophie threw her head back and keened at the sensation, but Mica didn’t pause. She wanted this, had begged for it, and now he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied.
On his tongue was the earthy, sweet taste of woman, and he needed more. He pushed deeper, filling her as much as he could, letting her inner walls clamp against him as he took in more and more of her juices.
Her hips rocked back against him and he gave a small slap to her ass, a reminder who was now in charge, and a gush of wetness met the action, making him growl harder and go deeper.
Her first orgasm was going to be on his tongue, and by the sounds tearing from her throat, by the shuddering of her thighs, she was close. One more push, his fingers on that little nub, and she fell over, a loud shout above him as his tongue worked her through every aftershock.
As she came
“You need to leave.” But he couldn’t force her to go. He couldn’t touch her. Putting his hands on her would lead to claiming. Doing anything to her would lead to claiming. He had to somehow get her away.
And she seemed to realize his problem, if the self-satisfied smile on her face was any indication. “You know how much I love that beard.” Had she ever sounded like that before, low and practically purring. “You promised you’d let me feel it against my pussy. You’re not going to break a promise to me, are you?”
His mouth watered at the thought of getting his tongue deep inside her. It had been in his dreams constantly this last week, the fact he never got to taste his mate tormenting him. Not having his hands on those curves. Not having her moans echoing through his ear. Not having her smiles or giggles or making him food or looking after him or being allowed the privilege of looking after her.
Just fucking being without his mate had been nothing but torture and torment, and he hated every damned second of it.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
And then…oh fuck …and then Sophie turned so her back was to him, and bent forward so now her arms were resting over the back of the couch, her back arched and her ass sticking out towards him. With one hand still supporting her upper body, she used the other to pull up skirt, and all the while she was looking over her shoulder at him, her eyes daring him to turn away.
No underwear. Oh fuck, she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and that perfect juicy ass was laid out before him like a banquet for a starving man, and her pussy was wet and pink and perfect and he could smell her sweetness.
His dragon roared and raged inside, demanding to get to its mate, and his dick felt like it was about to strangle him for his stupidity in not going over there and sinking inside that delectable body right now .
Her clever, clever fingers stroked over the folds of her pussy, glistening with juices he wanted to suck off them. “Your mouth would feel so good , Mica. Everything I would need. You wouldn’t leave me unsatisfied, would you? You’d take care of your mate. Everyone would look at me and know how well you fuck me, wouldn’t they? Any man seeing me would know he’d never measure up.”
Hell yeah they would. They’d see her marked and sated and smug, and they’d know she was taken by a mate who adored her. A mate who would pull their lungs out if they got any ideas about her.
Sophie pushed two fingers inside herself, a low groan escaping her as she began to pump them in and out of that pink hole, and the dragon snapped its teeth. It was his right to be inside his mate’s body. It was his pride to cause his mate to make those sounds. Why the fuck was Mica allowing her to carry on without him.
Sophie’s hips began moving to a rhythm, driving those fingers in deeper, but the frustrated edge to her cries told how she couldn’t get them deep enough. “Mica, please… ”
Dragon and man both snapped at that, and Mica lunged, moving her fingers so he could plunge his tongue inside her.
Sophie threw her head back and keened at the sensation, but Mica didn’t pause. She wanted this, had begged for it, and now he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied.
On his tongue was the earthy, sweet taste of woman, and he needed more. He pushed deeper, filling her as much as he could, letting her inner walls clamp against him as he took in more and more of her juices.
Her hips rocked back against him and he gave a small slap to her ass, a reminder who was now in charge, and a gush of wetness met the action, making him growl harder and go deeper.
Her first orgasm was going to be on his tongue, and by the sounds tearing from her throat, by the shuddering of her thighs, she was close. One more push, his fingers on that little nub, and she fell over, a loud shout above him as his tongue worked her through every aftershock.
As she came
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