Braxton was growling now, and as I returned to myself and met his gaze, I stilled. The blue of his eyes were threaded with gold, like someone had melted metal through the sky. They were heavy and hypnotic. Braxton’s dragon was right there with us, and it seemed as if he was about to lose control. He almost never lost control. And yes, I did totally love that I affected him like that. It was my turn to play now.
I leaned forward as if I was about to kiss him, but right before our lips touched I pounced into the large body and slammed him onto his back. I practically purred as I climbed over and onto him. His fingers still rested against my center, and I was enjoying that sensation.
My black hair fanned out as I leaned down and placed my mouth onto his neck. I bit into him, gentle at first, and then harder as my wolf and dragon rose to the surface. My dragon, especially, had been with me the entire time, so in-tune to Braxton.
My teeth stopped short of breaking his skin, just short. And he let me … no battle or fighting.
It was his allowance of my control which tamed the tumult of my animals inside. Braxton, the most dominant supernatural I knew, was giving some of that up for me. I’d never seen him give an inch with anyone else, not even his brothers, but he was different with me.
Mate-like.
Once I’d finished my first bite and mark of territory, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and wrapping my arms around him. His chest was simply the most alluring thing in the world and I just had to touch it. I felt the smooth texture of his mouth as it landed on my shoulder, followed by a tantalizing scrape of stubble as he started kissing along my nape.
I arched back as he moved across my neck, sending the most delicious tingles through to my core. He was kissing everywhere, branding the shit out of me too, so slowly did he claim. God, I wanted him so badly. When his mouth reached my nipples he finally withdrew his fingers from me. I didn’t protest, I was wanting those fingers replaced with something else very soon.
Impatient as always, I reached both hands down and managed to tug free his shorts. I slowly lowered them and Braxton shucked them the rest of the way. I eye-screwed the hell out of him, following his long, thick length. I’d seen him naked before, but never aroused to this state. He was … enormous.
I let out a huff of air. “Always were the overachiever, weren’t you?”
A bright grin flashed and I found myself caught in the amused gaze of my dragon shifter.
With a growl I dived onto him. My wolf and dragon with me again, I was feeling a little act-on-base-instinct. My hand encircled him and I couldn’t close it all the way around. I stroked him once, watching his face, and his lids fluttered, his full lips parting. He hadn’t stopped staring at me the last few minutes … we locked gazes.
I really hoped there was no one else in the apartment, because something told me if they were, we weren’t keeping these afternoon activities a secret.
I loved running my fingers over the velvet smooth and hardness of him. I loved bringing him pleasure. It had me wetter than I’d ever been before; we were going to have to move the foreplay along very soon.
As if he’d had the very same thought, Braxton reached down and stilled my hand. In seconds he had flipped us over, reversing positions so I was back on the bottom. He laced our fingers together, and raised both of my hands above my head. Our faces were even with each other. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I know you don’t think you’re going to be the dominant one here, Brax.” My bared teeth indicated my thoughts on this. I lunged back at him, battling for the top. I might have bitten him a few times, but in the end I was the one on top.
He laughed, flashing all those white teeth and dimples at me. For the first time something calmed the alpha in me. Don’t get me wrong, I knew my place in the pack, and Braxton and I would be fighting for control until the day we died. But my wolf and dragon were strangely content. Which gave me a rest in the dominance game. For the moment anyway.
Unable to help myself, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the indent of his left dimple. His laughter stilled, and I smiled against his face. Men: you just have to know the right buttons. I tilted my head down to see him again, and became ensnared in the blue blaze of his eyes. The gold had faded out, which I wasn’t sure if I was happy or sad about.
We stared for endless moments, me sitting on him cowboy style with his arousal pressed intimately against me. Usually I was impatient in sex; I don’t waste time, I get in there and go for it. But for some reason I wanted to draw out this first time with Braxton, wanted it to last days and weeks and months. I had this terrible feeling deep down that this might be the only time we had with each other. I didn’t need a big revelation to know I loved Braxton, I’d loved him longer than I could remember. But in this emotionally charged moment I was hit hard. I didn’t just love Braxton, I loved him. I had no idea if we were true mates, but really … fuck true mates and all that fate crap.