Dragon's Flame by Jory Strong Read Free Book Online

straightened and he was on her, holding her against the shower wall, the hot water striking his back in an erotic pounding that made him want to get his cock inside Saffron and thrust, thrust, thrust.
    He resisted, satisfied himself by penetrating her with his tongue. He ate at her mouth, swallowed moans that were now caused by him and not the water.
    Mine! Mine! Mine!
    He wanted to growl it, shout it, roar the message so everyone would know that Saffron was his, his, his!
     Her hands swept over his arms, his back, his ass. And reflexively his hips thrust.
    His hand would never compare to Saffron’s tight, slick channel. He didn’t have to be joined with her to know that truth.
    Fingernails dug into his ass. He could easily lift her, impale her where they stood.
    It was a good thing his hand gripped his cock and not hers. He would have been helpless to resist if she’d guided him to her opening.
    Forcing his mouth away from the siren call of hers, he kissed downward, pausing to pay homage to the breasts she’d nearly driven him mad touching.
    His hand cupped the thigh wound around his, kept possession of it as he went to his knees.
    He draped her thigh over his shoulder, stared at her sweet pussy, the skin darker between her legs, flushed and swollen and parted.
    He felt a tremor go through her thigh, not that he needed that evidence of her anticipation, not when the lush scent of her arousal had deepened, not when her hips canted in silent pleading—or demand.
    He wouldn’t rule out the latter when it came to his mate. He pressed his lips to her satiny skin and she moaned, gripped his hair and rubbed against his mouth, rising onto toes to bring her clit and slick opening to his attention.
    Mine ! The primitive part of his nature reveled in the way she’d offered her pussy, the need now vibrating from his mate.
    He stroked his tongue over her clit, swirled it around the engorged nub. Fed on the sound of her quickened breathing, the rough pleas, “More, Taine. I need more.”
    He’d give her more. More than she could imagine possible, but then she didn’t know her mate was a dragon.
    He latched onto her clit, sucked. Tormented her with his tongue.
    She moaned and rocked against him, surrendered all control.
    “More” became “Yes, yes, yes!” And it was screamed as he’d promised himself she would scream before leaving the shower.
    She came for him, and if not for the painful grip on his shaft, he’d have joined her in release. But he didn’t.
    He swirled his tongue over Saffron’s clit and through her wet slit, eliciting a moaned murmur of appreciation. He congratulated himself on his dealings with his mate.
    Contrary to what Crew believed, he was not suffering under a delusion. Every moment spent with Saffron demonstrated that he had the situation well in hand.
    He fucked his tongue into Saffron’s slit and she roused, shivered with renewed want. He stood, took her mouth with his. And there was something deeply satisfying in sharing the taste of her arousal for him .
    Nails scraped over his back. Beneath his hand, the spur in his cock throbbed while the sheaths at his wrists burned, warning him of the danger of becoming overconfident when it came to his control.
    He turned off the water.
    In between kisses they left the shower, dried off and got to the bed where he’d spent hours thinking about Saffron after seeing her that first time on the beach.
    The feel of her beneath him was ecstasy. The heat in her eyes as their gazes met and held blazed a trail straight to his heart.
    He rocked against her. Kissed her once, twice, a third time, pleasure shivering through him with the feel of so much of her skin against his as she lay beneath him.
    She moved restlessly, legs splaying, rubbing along the length of his. His cock pulsed, its head slickening in preparation.
    “Condom,” she said against his mouth.
    He fought from exhaling flame that would have them rolling off the bed as fire engulfed the mattress.