Page 46 of Kidnapped By The Messy Dragon

I slide my hands lower and grab two handfuls of his ass through his pants, pulling him hard against me, and the growl that rolls out of him passes clean through me.

He kisses a line down my body, my chest, my stomach, the crease of my hip, and then he hooks my legs over his shoulders and looks up the length of me. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

I grip the back of his head. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He spreads me open with both thumbs and takes a long look before he ever touches me, and the filthy sound he rumbles at the sight doesn’t embarrass me at all.

The first pass of his tongue is slow and flat, all the way through me, and everything in me pulls tight. Then he quits teasing. He buries his face in my pussy and eats me sloppy and loud. His tongue circles my clit, drags flat against it, and pushes inside me as deep as it reaches. The wet sounds coming off him are nastier than anything I’ve ever imagined for myself, and he moans while he does it, steady and greedy, into my skin.

He pulls back an inch. “Burnt caramel everywhere,” he says, his voice gone rough. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

I ride his mouth with no shame at all, and he grips my thighs and holds me spread exactly how he wants me. He seals his lips over my clit and sucks in long pulses, and I come screaming into the dark with my fingers buried in his quilt and my thighs clamped tight on his ears.

He lifts his head, chin shining wet in the moonlight. “One,” he says. “Give me another.”

He slides two thick fingers into me and curls them, and finds a spot I half believed was a myth. His mouth goes softer on my clit, patient now, and I can hear exactly how wet I am every time his fingers move. So can he.

“Listen to that,” he murmurs against me. “All that’s mine.”

This one comes up from somewhere deeper, heat stacking on heat, until I’m chanting his name at the dark and grinding against his face with no dignity left and no use for any. When I break, it rolls on and on, and he growls his approval into me and works me through all of it until I have to push at his head to make him quit.

I have never come like that in my life, not with anyone and damn sure not by myself.

He wipes his mouth against my thigh and climbs back up my body, dropping kisses as he goes. When his lips close over my nipple again, I move.

I plant a hand on his shoulder and roll him. He goes over easy, because he chooses to, and we both know it, and I don’t care about that either. I end up straddling him with my hands flat on his chest, and his green eyes are burning up at me.

He’s been in control since the balcony. His turn is over.

I work my way down his body and drag his pants off, and his dick comes free heavy against his stomach. I sit back on my heels and take a good look at what the mate bond assigned me. He’s big and thick enough that my hand looks small wrapped around him. He runs hot there the same as everywhere else, and a bead is already sliding from the tip.

I catch that bead with the tip of my tongue, and the salt of him spreads across my mouth. My mouth waters for the rest, and there’s no sense pretending otherwise.

I take my time to be mean about it. I drag my tongue up the underside of him, base to tip, and watch his stomach jump. I close my lips over the head and suck. My tongue works the spot just under the crown, and my hand twists up to meet my mouth.

Above me, the mouthiest dragon in Shadow Wolf Creek starts talking. He says my name, some cussing, and a whole broken sentence with God in it.

Then I relax everything and take him down. All the way down, until there’s nothing left between my lips and his body. My throat flutters around him, my eyes water, and I stay right there until my lungs make me move. I pull off with a wet sound and a shining string still connecting my bottom lip to him, and I look up so he can watch me not be sorry about it.

His head drops back. “Gah damn, Zuri?—“

I go right back down and swallow around him on purpose.

He makes a sound I’m going to be smug about for years.

His hand hovers near my head. “Can I— your hair?—“

I hum my yes around him, and the hum alone nearly finishes the job. His fingers slide into my hair, careful even now, holding on without steering one thing I do.

I find my rhythm and get filthy with it. I make a mess of him on purpose, and spit runs down to where my hand twists. I use every bit of it, wet, loud, and shameless. I take him deep, pull off to breathe, and go right back down. Smoke starts curling off his ears in two thin streams. I’d laugh if my mouth wasn’t full.

“Look at you,” he chokes out, hips fighting to stay still under me. “Taking all of me like you were— fuck?—“

Whatever I was made for, he doesn’t get to finish saying it, because I hollow my cheeks and pull another sound out of him instead.

The headboard pops under his free hand.

“Zuri— baby, I’m—“ He tugs light at my hair, giving me every chance to pull off.