Page 171 of His Flash Mate
“Wrenly mentioned shifting could be dangerous for bystanders,” I said, teasing his ear with my fingers.
“That’s werewolves.Dragons are different.We’re more controlled.”
He set me down and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“So there’s no chance I’ll do something to trigger a shift and be accidentally smooshed like a bug?”I asked, watching with interest as each bit of skin was exposed.
He chuckled.“None.You’re my life.The reason I exist.I would never hurt you.Not even accidentally.”
The shirt fell to the floor, and I stared in appreciation.
“You can touch if you want,” he said with a smirk.
I trailed my fingers down his chest, then hooked them in his waistband and jerked him closer.
“You’re still wearing too much for me to touch what I’d like to touch.”
He had his clothes off in seconds, and I knew I was in serious trouble.While his impressive size was intimidating, what was more concerning was how badly I wanted to take it for a test run.
Without taking my eyes from the prize, I pulled off my top and partially turned my back to him.
“How’s my mark?If we have sex now, would we be mated, or are we safe?”
He growled savagely, and the next thing I knew, my front was pinned against a cold tile wall, and his teeth were scraping my neck.Heat flared between my legs and on my shoulder.
The sound of tearing fabric registered.Then his hands were on my legs, lifting me.
“Wait.I want?—”
He flipped me around, apparently able to read my mind.
“Hold onto my horns.”Then he was on his knees in front of me.
The long, thick horns, an unexpected sight on his head, were slightly yellowed and chipped, but fit perfectly in my hands as I rode Konni’s face until I screamed.
My knees gave out, but I didn’t fall forward and impale myself.He was too quick for that.
Gripping my waist, he stood and kissed the top of my shoulder, close to my mark, as I wilted against the wall with my eyes closed.
“You are so beautiful, Sophia.Tempting in ways you don’t understand yet.But you will.”
I heard the shower start, but couldn’t open my eyes yet.My heart was still beating too fast for that much effort.
He kissed my forehead, then the tip of my nose.
“I have your trust, but I don’t think I have your heart.Not yet,” he said.“Sex can still be just sex.”
The line between just sex and loving him was thinner than he knew.
My pulse didn’t slow as I opened my eyes to look up at him.
“Just make sure I can still walk tomorrow, or both our moms are going to know what happened.”
That fantastical display of overlaid scales surged brighter on his skin.Not just his face and hands, but all over.Some of the scales looked dull and crooked in places.But before I could ask, he picked me up and carried me into the warm shower.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said, lifting me higher.
Understanding what he was going to do, I obeyed, eager for what was next.
