Page 12 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
I’m in so much trouble.
“What is it?” Tara asked.
I blinked. “What is what?”
Her fingertips danced across my forehead. “Your eyes got far away, and your brow wrinkled up. I figured you had lost yourself in thought.”
I grinned. “Ask the guys. I don’t get lost in anything. Especially thought.”
“Just because you don’t admit it to the guys doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen, Sly.”
I swallowed hard, still trying to keep my cool. “Well, how about you and that tasty tongue of yours rip me away from my mind, then?”
With the sweetest smile I’d ever seen in my life, she pressed herself onto her tiptoes. With her arms snaked around my neck, her mouth fell against my own. And it was on like fucking Donkey Kong. I cloaked her back with my arms, devouring her mouth, her tongue, and her lips. I let my tongue fall against the roof of her mouth, stroking ever so softly as her body melded against my own. She bent to my every whim. She molded herself to me. And with every soft sigh and moan that escaped down the back of my throat from her own, it filled me with a power I needed to release.
With her.
As we sank back to the blanket, my mind spun with so many different things. I needed to figure out Chains. I needed to figure out where the hell Skeleton was and what the fuck that man was doing. There were so many loose ends to tie up and here I was, thoroughly enjoying this woman as I kissed down her dainty little neck.
Nibbling at her pulse points while she writhed beneath me.
“Oh, Sly. Holy shit.”
I chuckled against her skin. “Such a dirty mouth for a beautiful woman.”
She gripped her hands in my hair. “Please, don’t stop.”
I pushed her dress up. “Trust me, I have to plan to stop.”
The second the smell of her womanhood hit me, that beast rattled around. And the chains on him almost broke. I needed to keep him intact, though. I needed to take things slow. The fetishes, kinks, and desires I had needed to stay right where they were unless I wanted to scare this woman off. And I didn’t want to. I couldn't. She was much too important to what we were doing. She was my only way in to figuring out Chains.
She’s my only chance at redemption.
I pushed away my thoughts and kissed down her clothed tits. Her clothed stomach. Her entire clothed torso. Then, I got to her legs. Her smooth, shining, glorious legs. Her thighs were toned, with just a dollop of excess right at the crooks beside her pussy lips. I settled between her legs as her skin flushed for me. As if it were preparing my meal right in front of my very eyes. The scent of her juices grew stronger as I watched her cotton panties darken just a little from the arousal I rose up within her.
It was almost too much to bear, watching her react to me.
I’d never had a woman react to me the way she did.
As I slid her legs over my shoulders, my lips kissed those dollops of excess. I nibbled them and softly bit around until they were nice, tender, and dark red for me. I licked at them and suckled them until her cotton panties were almost useless. Then, my fingertips slowly pulled them off to the side.
Revealing her trimmed lower lips that were dripping wet and ready for the taking.
“Jesus fuck,” I growled.
“Sly, please,” Tara whispered.
I swallowed hard. “Let me just—just taste.”
Her hands fisted my hair. “I want you to do more than taste.”
I peeled her hands away from my hair and pinned them down on either side of her body. Then, I used my nose to nuzzle those panties away from her luscious pussy lips. I lapped at her slowly. Gingerly. Feeling her tremble and watching her back arch as she tried to wiggle away from me.
I wouldn’t let her go, though.
Not unless she explicitly told me to let her go.
“Sly, holy fuck.”
I growled. “You taste just like my favorite dessert.”
She gasped. “Please. I need more.”
And I knew I’d never be able to resist her begging.
But just as I was about to dive into my dessert and eat my fill until she cried out for me to stop, I heard something in the distance. Something that rumbled. Something that roared. And quickly, I stood to my feet. My eyes darted around the edges of the forest that surrounded us as the sun slowly sank away. And it wasn’t until she yelled at me that I turned my attention back to her.
“Sly!”
I whipped around. “Get up.”
Her face was still flushed. “But—but what? Did I do something—”
“Someone’s coming. Get up and get behind me.”
“What?”
I growled. “Just do it.”
She wasted no time in scrambling to her feet. I saw her from the corner of my eye rearranging her clothes, jamming her hand right between her legs to fix her panties. It made me grin, but it didn’t rip my concentration away from that growing noise.
