Her Dragon To Slay(22)

He stood over her, marveling at her beauty. The Universe had definitely shown favor on him the day She created this elegant creature. He would spend the rest of his life adoring her. He wanted to wrap his body around hers, to feel her soft feminine curves pressed against his hardness. He dreamt of spending entire days getting lost, staring into her expressive emerald eyes. More than his next breath he wanted to taste her pouty pink lips, nibble and suck her bottom lip between his teeth and tug. He wanted to slide his lips across her jaw to that little spot behind her ear that he knew without a doubt would make her shiver and sigh. His hands itched with a need he had never before experienced to cover every single inch of her body, following with his lips and teeth, touching, nipping and tasting, leaving not an inch undiscovered. The longer he stood gazing at her, the more his hunger rose. He could feel his cock pushing against the zipper of his blood covered jeans begging him to act upon his desires. He snapped out of his lust induced haze. He would not touch his beautiful mate while covered in gore.

Turning, he sprinted to the bathroom, ripping the offending clothing from his body as he turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, not even waiting for the water to warm. If he had to wait longer than a few minutes to get his hands on her body, he was sure he would combust. Warm water was a luxury he just could not care about. That he was able to show the restraint to wash the horrible evidence of last night’s altercation off before touching her showed the depth at which the mating call had already taken hold of him. Her welfare and comfort would always come before his. Her needs and wants always his priority, from the moment he’d laid his eyes on her, until the end of their very long lives.

She was his everything. No matter who entered their lives she would always be first. When they had children and there would be many of that he was sure, she would always be number one in his heart, mind and soul. There would be adorable little vibrias running around the countryside, a riot of auburn curls swirling around their beautiful faces with amazing green eyes spitting fire at all who dared to get in the way of their fun and troublemaking little drakes with dark brown hair and violet eyes playing pranks on anyone with the courage to get close.

He was in and out of the shower within seconds. He threw on the sweat pants she had laid out for him while practically running down the hall. To hell with the shirt, his only thoughts were of Kyndel. He could only imagine how funny he looked. Wet hair dripping down his back, a wild look in his eyes and sweat pants tented from his erection. He came upon her just as he’d left her, adrift in her dreams. She looked like an angel, fallen to earth especially for him, so peaceful and breathtaking. Her long dark eyelashes curled against her cheeks highlighting her natural blush and accentuating her adorable freckles. He sat next to her delectable bottom and gently ran his fingers through the tangle of red curls running down her back. They felt like spun silk as each strand slipped through his fingers. He began to rub light circles down her spine with just the tips of his fingers, even in her sleep she leaned into his touch, sighing. His beautiful Kyndel was so receptive to his touch. Her body already recognized him as her mate and accepted his hands on her body. His soul along with his cock leapt for joy.

He continued his light, slow exploration of her body, gently massaging the soft skin through her worn tee shirt. He tenderly slid his hand under her clothing. The skin to skin contact was magical. His cock jumped at the spark of recognition he had heard about so often from mated couples in his clan. It was like nothing he could have ever imagined. He had felt it when they touched on the sidewalk but now that his body was healed, the impact was indescribable. He continued his sensual exploration, amazed at the silky softness of her skin in contrast to his calloused hand. Leaning forward, his only thoughts of her, he buried himself in her hair, breathing the scent that was uniquely Kyndel into his being. His head swam, he felt drunk. She was better than the finest wine, more potent than hundred year old scotch. In his wildest dreams he had never imagined anyone so exquisite. Perfect in absolutely every way. She was home. As long as she was by his side, he was complete. He would spend the rest of his life loving this woman.

He moved her hair to the side revealing her neck. He rubbed his nose along that elegant column, marking her with his scent and drawing more of hers into him. The tip of his tongue slid from his lips to trace an erotic path behind her ear to the spot where her neck and shoulder met. He nipped lightly, right on the spot that would soon bear his mark. She shuddered and moaned, turning to allow him greater access. His hand gripped her hip as emotions he never imagined he was capable of feeling, flooded his body. The sensory overload from just the touch of his lips on her body was legendary. There was no way he could stop; he had to have more of the exquisite creature made just for him. His dragon chuffed in his head, spurring him on. His beast desired their mate as much as the man did. He would settle for nothing less than Rayne’s cock buried deep within her weeping womanhood.