Flight of Dragons(7)

He didn’t reply, choosing instead to nip at her jaw, groaning against her skin as she tilted her head, opening herself up to him.

The sting should have had her pulling away, but she moaned, pulling his hips into her again. Just rubbing up against his erection through the layers of their clothing had her trembling and close to orgasm. God, yes. The closer she had gotten to the change, the less she’d been able to take care of her needs. Try as she might, and in the beginning she had tried, she just didn’t have what her body needed to climax anymore.

“Don’t.” His voice snapped her out of the blissful fog.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t come. Not until I say you can.”

She groaned, her eyes rolling up as she shifted against him again. So close, so, so close. Later they could take their time, but right then, she needed an orgasm so bad it hurt.

With his hands on her hips, he stilled her movement.

“Please, Brycen, it’s been so long.” She closed her eyes tight, trying to regain control of her overheated body.

“How long?” His breath teased her lips.

“More than six months.” Warmth crept up her neck. What the hell did it matter? She needed an orgasm, and he was the one who could give it to her.

“You haven’t had a lover in over half a year?” He ground against her and pulled back again before she could find release.

She tried to push forward, but his strong grip prevented it. “No,” she snapped. “I haven’t had a lover ever. Period. I haven’t had a fucking orgasm in six months. I can’t get there on my own anymore.”

He groaned and pulled away from her so fast she nearly stumbled. “You waited until you couldn’t come anymore? Of all the asinine things I’ve ever heard.” He shook his head, running his hands through his hair. “It’s amazing you haven’t gone off and killed someone.” His eyes narrowed. “You haven’t, have you?”

“No, of course not!” What kind of animal did he think she was? She straightened her dress as he paced away. Her pulse raced. “I’m sure if we just… if we just had sex—”

“Why did you wait?” His tone softened, and he paced toward her again. “You know as well as I do that it isn’t about sex.”

She swallowed once and then dropped her gaze to the floor. She didn’t know, not really. “I didn’t know what was happening. It’s not like I could go to the local coffee shop and start asking the she-dragons enjoying their morning brew why I couldn’t get myself off. And they don’t have a how-to manual for dragons in heat at the local library.”

He took her hand and waited for her to look him in the eyes. “Do you not have a sister, an aunt, or a friend you could have asked?”

He had to know that if he mated with her, he didn’t get any of the perks of a clan backing her. No real financial benefit other than her meager savings. None of the affluence or power that should have been hers. All that disappeared on the day the hunters annihilated her clan. “What you see is what you get. Just me. I’m the last of my line,” she said, refusing to break his gaze. So, you see, I can’t risk losing the ability to shift. I need to be able to have children, and I can’t do that if I’m stuck in dragon form.”

Brycen closed his eyes and breathed deep. “Pureblood.”

“It’s been getting worse since I saw you on Tuesday. It’s like she knows you’re around, and she’s pissed off that I haven’t been with you yet.”

He dropped her hand and walked to the other side of the bed. “Take everything off except for the shoes, and then come here.”

When she hesitated for more than a second, he snapped his teeth, his growl rumbling between them. The sound sent a fresh wave of throbbing heat between her legs. Her breath hitched, but she did as asked, reaching behind her to slide the zipper down her back. The silent cascade of silk pooled at her feet followed moments later by her sheer lace bra.

“Stella?”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, enjoying the strangled sound he made before taking a small step toward him. “Yes?”

“Where are your panties?”

She twisted her fingers together in front of her belly, the nervousness she’d all but forgotten rearing up again. “I didn’t wear any. The dress… I didn’t want panty lines.”

“Put your hands down.”

When she did, he looked at her from head to toe, then up again, taking his time. The only thing keeping her in place was the heated passion smoldering in his eyes.

“Good. Okay. Come here. You’ll remove my clothes now,” he said.