Finding His Dragon(7)

Her whole body shook as she came around him. Each tight clench of her body drove him closer to his release. When her teeth finally sank into his flesh, he couldn’t hold back. He roared into the night sky as he emptied himself into her. She’d staked her claim. He was hers.

Still buried inside, he didn’t release her as he reached over, opened the passenger door, and set her ass on the seat. When he would have pulled away to grab her clothing, she grasped his hips, holding him in place.

“More. I need more,” she whispered through panted breaths.

Leaning down, he took her mouth in a long, lingering kiss. “I know, love. I’m getting your clothes. Then we can go somewhere and take care of you properly.”

Her gaze dipped to his lips, and she licked her own before releasing the stranglehold of her legs around his waist. “Hurry.”

He grabbed the discarded garments and held the barely there shirt out to her, watching the sway of her breasts as she wiggled back into it. Had she had a bra? He couldn’t for the life of him remember taking one off. He helped her stand only long enough to get her undies and jeans over her hips. “Leave them undone,” he ordered before tucking her into the truck and slipping the seatbelt around her.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“We can go to my place, which will take more than half an hour, or yours. Hell, we can go to The Old Time Inn for all I care.”

“I don’t have a place, and yours is too far. Go to the Inn.”

Already the scent of her arousal permeated the cab, and she wiggled in her seat. Her quick breaths made her chest move up and down in a tantalizing display. She was close, and he’d be damned if he let her get there without his help.

“Hold on. It won’t be long.” Jace shifted into reverse and headed toward the Inn. It was only a few miles away, but, by the way she undulated her hips on the seat, his mate wasn’t going to make it that far. “Tilt your seat back,” he instructed.

She fumbled with the lever for a moment, then did as requested. She brought her hand up, and started sliding it into the front of her jeans, but he reached her first. “As much as I’d love to watch you pleasure yourself, I want that honor right now.”

His cocked jerked in his pants, and he groaned at the tightness holding him back.

“Please, now,” she begged as she tried to guide his hand where she wanted it.

He slid his fingers behind the zipper but stopped before he reached her clit. “What’s your name?”

She tensed for a moment, then thrust up, trying to get the contact she desperately needed.

“Tell me your name, and I’ll let you come all over my fingers, beautiful,” he promised. Hell, even if she didn’t tell him he would make her come, but she didn’t have to know that. He slid his fingers between her warm, wet folds, grazing the side of her clit before retreating.

“Charlotte,” she said around a moan. “Charlotte Rivers.”

“I like that, Charlotte. I’m Jace,” he said as he brought his fingers back to her clit. He circled it, before sliding the rough pads over it.

She bucked against his touch, her panting breaths coming faster and faster.

Never had he been so glad to get to a stop sign. More than anything, he wanted to plunge his fingers into her, feel her muscles quivering around them, but there was no way he could keep them on the road while he did that. He had barely managed it while stroking her. A quick glance in the rear view mirror had him withdrawing his fingers, and throwing the truck into park right there in the middle of the road. Thank God they were in a sleepy town where most people weren’t out and about at night.

Charlotte, head thrown back, eyes closed, and the fingers of her right hand gripping the truck’s grab handle in a white-knuckled grip, gave a needy whimper. He reached for her again, slipping his fingers to where she needed them most. He moved them over her slick flesh faster, dipping lower, gathering her moisture and using it to lubricate them for penetration.

“Spread your legs a little wider for me, love.” Jace barely recognized his voice for the rough tone the dragon was emitting.

Charlotte tilted her hips and tugged her jeans down a little lower before doing as asked.

He wasted no time, sliding two fingers into her. “Come for me, Charlotte,” he said as he pressed on her clit with his thumb, then rotated his fingers inside her.

No sooner had he uttered the words that she cried out, and the muscles in her pussy clenched around him, her hips moving in a sensual dance as the pleasure overtook her.

Nothing in his life had ever sounded better, or made his cock swell to such aching hardness, than the sexy sounds his mate made when she came. Even though he’d just come inside her, he was hard and ready to take her.