The sexy sounds she made before and after coming had his cock so hard that he could feel his heart beat in his shaft. Torturing himself a little more, he pressed his hips forward, then moaned as his cock slid against the soft skin of her ass.
Stella stretched and smiled at him in the mirror. “It’s time to take care of you now.” Before he could stop her, she disentangled their legs and turned so that they were face to face.
He tried to ignore the softness of her skin, and the hard points of her nipples against his chest, and most of all, how close he was to being able to slide into her tight pussy. All it would take would be a flex of his hips, and he would be inside her. When her small hand closed around him, he couldn’t help thrusting into it.
She had just tilted her face up to kiss him when her stomach gave a loud, hungry growl. She blinked up at him, and then the cutest pink blush crept up, staining her cheeks. He tried not to laugh, he really did, but the mortified look on her face had him chuckling as much as hearing her stomach making its demands. The more he tried to stifle it, the harder his chest shook. “I appreciate you wanting to reciprocate, but I think we better get you fed.”
“It’s okay. I’m not that hungry,” her denial only made him laugh harder.
“That may be true, but I’m starving,” he insisted. He kissed the tip of her nose, then pulled her hand from where she had it wrapped around his cock. “Don’t worry. As soon as I have you fed, I plan to take full advantage of your willingness to explore my body. I’ll tell you what? Go ahead and have a shower. By the time you’re done, breakfast will be ready and waiting.” She opened her mouth, presumably to protest, so he silenced her with a kiss that left him throbbing again. When he finally pulled his lips from hers, he stood and stepped away. If he were any closer, he’d just kiss her again, and who knew how long it would be until he provided her with food. He wanted to take care of her, yes, but he also had to prove to the she-dragon that he was a suitable mate. One that could provide for her and keep her safe if she was unable to do so herself.
Stella didn’t look away as he grabbed a pair of boxers and slipped into them. Her pouty lips almost had him coming back to kiss her again, but then she darted her tongue out to lick them, and he groaned. There was no way he’d settle for just a kiss if he went back to her. “You’re killing me.”
“Still want breakfast?” she asked as she got on all fours and came toward him.
“Hell no, but I’m getting you breakfast if it kills me. Maybe I have some cold cereal in the cupboard somewhere that you could eat while you shower.”
At that, Stella laughed, the sound rich, and sensual, slid over him, making him question the need for sustenance even more. Dragons had voracious appetites that mostly revolved around protein. It took a lot of energy to create fire and to haul a huge ass dragon across the sky, and whatever stale, sugar coated, cardboard bits that passed as cereal these days he might find in the pantry just wouldn’t cut it, and they both knew it.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, readjusting his boxers. When he opened them again, he found her sitting on the edge of the bed with her hair cascading over her shoulders like spun gold.
“Right, breakfast.” He forced himself to step back. If he went anywhere near her, they wouldn’t leave the bedroom at all. The way she was looking as though she wanted to devour him whole, her shower wouldn’t take long, and if he wanted to feed her, he’d better have it ready by the time she came into the kitchen.
Chapter 6
The moment Brycen left the bedroom Stella threw herself back on the bed and smiled up at the ceiling. Her whole body tingled with awareness. The dragon inside her was calm, for sure, but not exactly satiated. It wanted more. More skin on skin, more Brycen… more everything.
After witnessing the scene in the forest between Brycen and that woman, even though it would have crushed her, Stella had resigned herself to finding someone else. Any other man, dragon or otherwise, would have been a poor substitute. The fact that Brycen, not only was willing but seemed just as eager as she was to bind them together, made her want to laugh and throw herself on him. And she would, the moment she was done with her shower. Her stomach growled again, but it would have to wait. She had a mate to spend time with, and the sooner she was done, the sooner she could go find him.
The bathroom, like his bedroom, was neat and tidy but had little personality. Plain white walls, and surfaces devoid of dust. There were no pictures or ornamentation anywhere as far as she could tell. It just was. The shower itself was huge. She spread her arms wide, gauging the size. They definitely would both fit and have plenty of room to move around.