Gray tossed off his shirt and ran his hand along his tattoo, as though placating the thing.
“You can still feel it?” My eyes were drawn there.
He nodded. “It hums around you. It didn’t until you touched it. I’ve had it since I was thirteen and it’s grown with me, but I never felt it like a presence on my body. I think you woke it up, but I don’t feel anything more than the physical. It felt like it was trying to come off my damn body when you were in danger tonight. It knew before I did. It burned hot when you were in danger. I had to get to you.”
“I’m fine. You can tell my dragon that.” I longed to touch him, but I contented myself with the fact that I would get my turn. Tonight was about Gray. He’d been forced to watch as I fought. It went counter to who he was. He wanted to protect me. He was a possessive man, but he’d put it aside and supported me when I’d walked into that club as another man’s mistress. He accepted me for whatever the hell I was. He was willing to make me his wife even though he knew there were many unanswered questions. We would face them all together, so I sighed and gave myself over to him.
He stood over me, a sexy smile on his face. “Your dragon?”
“Definitely mine. Everything about you is mine.” I was possessive, too.
His hand rubbed against the dragon. “Even the demon parts?”
I nodded. I wanted all of him. “Even those.”
He shucked off his pants. He was a gorgeous beast, every inch of his body covered in muscle. All mine. I was greedy and I wanted every piece of him, including the kinky parts, the demonic parts, the sweet parts, the frustrating ones. All of Gray. He leaned over and reverently kissed my navel.
“One day,” he whispered, “I’m going to plant our baby right there.”
“One day.” In the future, I vowed, because I wasn’t ready for that and I wanted some time with him before we even thought about having babies. There was so much we needed to figure out before we could consider it.
“But for tonight, I’m going to take out all of my frustration on your sweet body,” Gray promised.
He tweaked a nipple and I just about came off the bed. Well, I would have if I hadn’t been tied down. There was something about being completely at his mercy that made my heart race in a good way. Those ropes wouldn’t hold me if I really wanted to get out, but they were a reminder that I didn’t have to think about anything but him. I didn’t have to do anything but let him please me.
“Do you have any idea how scared I was?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
I did. I know how I would have felt. “I’m sorry, baby.”
His hands had sprouted neat claws. With infinite care and precision, he dragged them over my skin. Everywhere they touched I felt a spark. “I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you. You have no idea how important you are to me, how alone I was before I found you.”
Oh, I did, but this was his moment and I let him have it.
Gray reached over to the nightstand and brought back a brown paper bag. He smiled down at me, a sexy, sensual expression. “I went shopping on my way home.”
It was two in the morning. “What kind of store was open on your way home?”
He shoved his hand into the bag and came out with a small, oval-shaped object. It was a pretty pink color and had what looked like wings on either side. He laid it right over my clitoris and grinned as he turned it on.
“Oh,” I sighed as the vibrator went to work. I tried to squirm, but Gray had been very efficient.
“Feel good, baby? I thought you would like it,” he drawled as he looked down on me. “It has a remote, you know, and straps to hold it on while you walk around. I’ll put this on you when we go to a party or out to dinner and you’ll come for me. I’m going to train you properly. I’m going to top you, sweetheart. You’re going to be my sweet little bottom.” His eyes were dark with arousal as he looked over my body, and I was surprised as his fangs had come out. I noticed in some ways his fangs seemed to be on the same wavelength as his cock. When his cock got hard, really hard, it was almost impossible for him to keep the curved fangs in check.
I hoped he understood just how hot those fangs were. They reminded me that no matter how nicely he dressed, there was a beast inside my man. My beast.
He moved to the side, his hands cupping my breasts as he leaned in.
“Kiss me,” he ordered as he leaned over, and I didn’t hesitate.
I’d realized that there was nothing at all truly violent about what Gray wanted from me sexually. He wasn’t playing out rape fantasies. If I refused, he would untie me and turn over and go to sleep. What Gray got off on was my enthusiastic compliance. I opened my mouth under his and let my tongue play around those magnificent fangs of his. They were like Gray himself—dangerous if wielded improperly, but this man would never hurt me. I let my head fall back as he nuzzled my neck. He was my knight in shining armor and I wasn’t a girl who believed in them. I did now. I believed everything he was offering me.