I kissed his tat, feeling it spark off my lips in a way I can only describe as electric. Gray groaned and he seemed to struggle to stay on his feet. His skin heated under my fingers as I licked the outline of that magnificent dragon. My dragon.
Gray’s hand sank into my hair and he pulled me off with a jerk. That brief pain seemed to sensitize my skin, making my nipples hard, my pink parts soft.
“It’s never fucking done that.” He was panting, his hands on the fly of his jeans. That was when I noticed the way his nails, usually perfectly manicured, had become neat talons. “It grows with me, but I never fucking felt it move on my body. I never felt it…want. It wants you.”
“You want me. It’s a part of you so it gets to have me, too.” The temperature seemed to have spiked in the room. Hot water splashed across my skin, but it was the sight of Gray peeling his jeans off and tossing them aside, his cock already hard and wanting.
His cock. That dragon that seemed restless on his skin. They both wanted me. And they belonged to me.
My own personal demon lover was savage, riding the edge of our morning fight and what was still coming this evening.
“I want to kill Vorenus. I want to rip his throat out. I want to kill every vampire who thinks he’s fucking what belongs to me. Mine, Kelsey. You’re mine. Come here.”
I let go of all those old instincts. New ones flared inside me. They were both alien and comforting at the same time. My old instincts were born of pain and suffering. These came from a place deep inside me, my primal self. They were untouched by years of neglect. They were simply me and touching that dragon, feeling it bend to me had sparked them back to life.
My lover needed. He needed this, needed me submissive to his sexual whims so he could handle what I had to do. He would shove down his hate, his jealousy, his possessiveness if I would give him these hours of respite.
I could do that. I wanted to more than anything.
I was his supplicant for the moment. I suppose there are some women who would never bow in front of a man, but I’ve discovered that often a true partnership is never equal all the time. It’s a trade, a fluid bending from partner to partner when the need arises. One on their knees, worshipping the other and then the positions flip as easily as day turning to night. I never want to be so strong that I can’t love enough to bend.
Not even after what happened.
But this night, oh this night, I was happy on my knees in front of my lover.
“Link your hands behind your back,” Gray ordered as he moved toward me. “Hold them there until I give you permission to move. If you need it, I’ll tie them together.”
“I can handle it,” I said breathlessly. This was a good place to be. I wasn’t thinking about inconsequential things like how pretty I was compared to him or how it all could fall apart. I was only thinking about the warm water on my back and how gorgeous he was standing there looking down at me with his deeply blue eyes, big hands stroking his dick. He had to be careful because those claws were out. I should have been worried about those claws, about the red sheen to his eyes, but somehow I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. The claws, the fangs, the fury I knew sat beneath Gray’s calm exterior—they were there to protect me, never to hurt me.
“Suck me, Kelsey.” His big body crowded mine. Strong legs spread as he brought that clawed hand to my hair. The edges sizzled along my scalp as he got a good hold. One hand stayed on his cock, guiding it into my mouth.
He pressed his dick to my lips and I got my first real taste of him. I licked at the head of his cock, getting a feel for every groove and curve of him. It was a mix of soft skin and hard muscle.
“Take it.” That dark voice of his seemed to have a straight line to my pussy.
I kept my hands behind my back and it forced me to focus on my mouth. I couldn’t touch him any other way, so I put all of my love and affection into kissing and licking and sucking him. I dragged my tongue around his cockhead before sucking him inside. He was so big, but I was determined to take him. He was mine and I would take him all.
I looked up and he was staring down at me, opening himself more than he ever had. He let me see the red of his eyes, licked his tongue over his fangs. Alien and so beautiful to me. He stared down at the place where his cock invaded, took territory, claimed me.
I sucked him deeper, needing all of him. Our connection was electric, a visceral thing I could feel that went beyond the physical. I could drown in him and I would be happy to go.
His hips flexed and he hit the back of my throat and it was all I could do not to gag. I concentrated on breathing through my nose and after a moment I could focus on the cock in my mouth. I let my tongue whirl around it as I sucked hard when he tried to retreat.