Imre: Drago Knights MC (Mating Fever) (4 page)

“You keep playing with fire, Aranka, and it’s me who is going to get burned.”

“What’s the point of fire if it doesn’t burn?” She kissed him again.

She could kiss him for hours, but she wanted his hands on her. She wanted to feel his skin next to hers. She wanted to know if every part of him was as sensitive as his mouth.

Aranka sensed his surrender before she heard him growl and the sound was sexy as hell. His arms came around her and his embrace was hot and hard—everything she wanted it to be.

His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, but he whispered against her ear, “I have a confession for you. I’ve never done this before, either.”

I
f a moment could be caught somewhere
between the land of the living and the dead, this was it.

She looked at him with surprise. “Really?”

“I was waiting for the right person. My brothers kept shoving women at me. When that didn’t work, they tried men.” He shrugged. “They didn’t understand I was waiting for the right person. Now, you understand why I don’t have the kind of control my brothers have. Why I won’t be able to let you go. Because if you’re the right person, you’re the right person. You’re forever.”

He didn’t know what was so hard to understand about that. It seemed like it was such a foreign concept to so many. Imre didn’t think there was anything wrong with the way anyone wanted to do things, as long as it was between to consenting adults. But he knew what was right for him.

He was sure Aranka would walk away now. She was looking for a guide on a wild adventure and Imre, well, he’d watched just enough porn to get them lost.

She didn’t.

Her hand was on his face again and her lips hovered just above his. “I think that’s beautiful.”

She belongs to us
.

His dragon had decided. There’d be no turning away, no stopping this thing between them.

“
You
are beautiful,” he said as his hands peeled her out of her clothes of their own volition.

“It’s just the gold,” she said, suddenly seeming shy as she looked away from him.

He titled her chin up so that she’d look into his eyes and see his truth. “More beautiful than gold, Aranka.”

He was rewarded with the full bloom of her smile.

“I’ll worship your body like I never have gold.”

She blushed. “For not having done this before, you sure do seem like you know all the right things to say and do.”

“I’m only being honest, as we always should be with each other.”

When she tilted her face up to him again, it wasn’t about him at all anymore. He wasn’t afraid he’d do the wrong thing, wasn’t afraid he didn’t know how to bring her pleasure. It was as if since she’d trusted herself into his keeping, his dragon would do the rest.

He wanted to touch her everywhere, not only for the pleasure of touching her, but for the pleasure it would bring her.

Except this thing between them wasn’t a one-sided seduction, oh no. Her hands were on his body too, exploring. They were soft and warm, but strong too. He liked that about her. He liked that she was everything feminine—including strong.

After kicking off his boots, he said, “You sure you don’t want to take this to the shower?”

She laughed, the sound had quickly become his favorite song. “Are you going to wash me?”

“It would be my honor.” He didn’t give her the chance to argue; instead he swept her up into his arms and allowed him to carry her into the shower.

He’d never much cared one way or another about all of the modern conveniences these safehouses had to offer—he spent so much time on the road without them. But this one, the water immediately turned on at his proximity and digital screen read the perfect temperature.

“Let me know if this isn’t to your liking.”

“Pretty much everything you’ve done so far is to my liking.” She turned her face into his neck.

He eased her to her feet and finished undressing before stepping inside the shower with her. He grabbed the organic cinnamon and cardamom body bar and made a lather in his hands before applying it to her hair. She leaned back into him with a moan.

He used the same lather to spread down over her shoulders.

Imre needed to ask Ondrej who stocked this place because whoever it was needed a fucking bonus. This stuff smelled delicious and felt like nothing short of heaven while he was working it over her skin.

Her muscles were tight in her shoulders, so he gave them extra attention, feeling her relax under his hands. Imre found he loved the texture of her skin, like living silk.

And she was so golden everywhere.

His cock was so hard and the way she’d pressed the perfection of her bare ass against him, he was surprised he’d been able to restrain himself.

For that, he’d thank his dragon. For his dragon, everything was about bringing her pleasure. Pushing her to that place where the stars lived.

So he continued massaging her skin with the bar, building up the lather until his smoothed it over her belly, and he took extra care with her breasts—kneading the full globes, bringing her nipples taut with the gentle circular motion of his thumbs.

She arched into his caress, her fingers closing over his.

He memorized every second of the way she felt against him, the sounds of need she made, and that moment when she pushed his hands down to her cleft.

Imre went to his knees, the spray of water warm on his back.

“Spread for me,” he whispered.

“This isn’t going to work, Imre. I can’t—”

“Trust me.”

“I do.”

“Do you remember how I can control my Change?” He flashed her a wicked grin. “My dragon wants to taste you.”

“Your dragon is dirty.” But she changed her stance to accommodate him, legs braced just slightly apart.

He felt the Change come over him, but it different this time. This time, his dragon knew exactly what he needed to do and it wasn’t a battle of wills. Only his tongue transformed. It was long enough to slide up to caress her, to press against her slick folds and swirl up over her clit.

“Oh my gods, Imre!”

He and his dragon both felt an incredible sense of satisfaction and pleasure at her exclamation.

She tasted like honey.

It wasn’t that she was sweet, but it was like a memory of summer.

He couldn’t get enough.

She leaned over, bracing her hands on his shoulders while he took them both to heaven. He’d have been content to lick her like a lolly until she screamed so loud the whole building came down around them.

“Would it be as good for you as it is for me?” she whispered, breathless.

“It’s very good for me,” he murmured and continued his task. Gods, she was still like silk on the inside as she was on the outside.

“No, I mean,” she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulder. “If I did this for you.”

The idea of her on her knees for him made his cock surge. “Then this would be over before we’ve begun. Next time.”

He returned to his task.

“So,” she gasped again. “If this forever thing happens,” Aranka panted. “Can I have this every day.”

“Mmmhmm,” he mumbled between strokes of his tongue.

“Okay,” she sighed.

He was going to hold her to that. She’d given herself to him and he was determined to keep her.

She climaxed, her legs shaking and that honey flavor getting stronger on his tongue. It wasn’t long until she was pushing away from him, but she couldn’t stand on her own, so he held her up again.

“Time to rinse your hair,” he said softly.

She allowed him to maneuver her under the still hot spray and work his hands through her hair again, rinsing out the lather. Aranka leaned against him, trusted him to support her and hold her up while she processed the sensation he’d wrought in her.

He understood now how he was more than his dragon.

And how his dragon was more than him.

Imre wanted this female like he’d never wanted anything in the whole of his existence. His dragon made him yearn, made him need, and his humanity kept that need in check. But it was his dragon who sacrifice anything for her. It was his dragon who was the noble one.

He didn’t know if it was like that for all dragon shifters, but it was what it was like for him.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” She looked up at him, her eyes glassy, half-lidded.

“Very sure.” He rinsed her carefully and then soaped up quickly and rinsed himself. After turning off the water, he wrapped her in a towel and led her toward the bedroom.

“When you said shower, you meant it.”

“I did. Don’t you feel better?”

“You know I do, but no more of this making choices for me thing. I don’t like it.”

“No? You don’t like that I made you come, washed your hair and gave you a massage? So noted.”

“Don’t give me that smirk. It’s not cute.” She pulled the towel more tightly around her. “And you’re dripping on the floor.”

“I guess I need your towel.” He pulled it from her like he was unwrapping a gift and she indulged him, turning around for him.

“I guess you do.” She took it from him though and drew it across his body slowly, taking the time to make sure she touched every inch of him in the wake of the towel. “I like touching you.”

He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of her soft, silky fingers moving over his flesh. When he was dry, she dropped the towel and closed her hand over his length.

“It’s like velvet, but hard, too.” She stroked him up and down. “Do you like this?”

“Yes.”

She continued to caress him, and pressed her lips together. “I’m nervous. Is that dumb?”

He first instinct was to tell her it was going to be okay, but instead he said, “No. Me too.”

“What do you have to be nervous about? You already got me off.” She gave a high- pitched titter of a laugh.

“Because I want you to feel good whenever I touch you.” He bent so that his forehead touched hers. “We can stop anytime.”

“What happened you’d just have to claim me?” she teased.

“No, Aranka. You always have a choice. If you’ve changed your mind, just say so. You don’t owe me anything.”

“I haven’t changed my mind. I want to get it right, too.”

“Just do what feels good to you. That’ll be right.” He kissed her then, but it wasn’t a mindless, primal sort of kiss grasping at pleasure like something to drown in. It was a way to communicate to her all the things words couldn’t.

He knew there were condoms in the bedside table. All the safehouses were similarly stocked.

“What if I wanted to be on top?”

“Okay, but I’ve heard it can uncomfortable your first time.”

“That’s why I need to be in charge. So if it hurts, I can stop.”

He drew her down to the bed and reached over to the drawer and pulled out a foil wrapped condom, then he handed her the package.

“You’re in charge. Do what you will.”

A
ranka took a deep steadying breath
.

This was what she wanted, what she’d been pushing for, but now that the time had come, she wasn’t exactly afraid, but she wasn’t convinced it was what she’d thought it would be.

The way he’d touched her in the shower, he’d made her feel things she’d never felt before. Not just the orgasm, either. She’d done that for herself plenty.

It was something else, something that meant more than just another adventure.

That’s really what she was nervous about.

Aranka didn’t know what she was going to be doing tomorrow, let alone in the next year. She’d never really had responsibilities. Krysanthe was always more than happy to take over any royal duties and Aranka had been content to let her.

But maybe it was time for that to chance. It was no wonder no one believed she could do anything, because she never had.

Now, here she was with the one person who believed she could do anything and not only believed it, but expected it.

That was a heavy weight on her shoulders.

That’s why she was nervous.

“Aranka?”

The look of concern on his face said he understood everything she felt. Maybe it was silly to believe that, but she knew it in her bones.

“Sorry.” She smiled. “This is going to change everything, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out together, if that’s what you want.”

Gods, this part now wasn’t at all like what she imagined it would be. She thought it would be some rush of feeling, a tidal wave that swept her away. Only it wasn’t. She had to choose to walk into the sea. She had to choose the tidal wave and somehow, that was much more complicated.

“I do want, I’m just… earlier, it was easy. Now, I know I want to leap, but I keep looking over the side and it’s such a long way down.”

“Sit on the ledge first.” He patted the bed next to him.

She laughed and lay down next to him. “Now what?”

“Now, come here.” He pulled her toward him.

Aranka scooted against him and sighed as his arms wrapped around her. She’d never been one to seek out safety, maybe because she’d always had it, always felt she was safe. The feeling she got in his arms was something deeper, something more. Not only safety, but a kind of peace she didn’t know she was looking for.

His hand, so strong and warm, slide down her back in a soothing motion. She liked it when he touched her like that, so she returned the caress. Aranka loved touching him. She loved how hard his body was, how hot. She liked the feel of him under her fingers.

She felt the press of his cock against her thigh and something curled low and tight in her belly. It made her heart beat faster, her breath catch and her skin was on fire. Aranka wanted his hands everywhere.

“All you had to do was touch me.” She rubbed her cheek against his, drunk on the sensation of friction, the scrape of his stubble.

“I could taste you again,” he offered.

Her sex clenched and she considered letting him do just that. “Uh-uh. On your back, dragon.”

He complied and laced his fingers behind his head, giving her access to anything she wanted to do to him.

She studied him intently all the way from his shoulders, to his pecs, to his unreal abs, and his thick, hard cock.

And she dipped her head for a single kiss.

His groan, the way he arched his hips to meet her made her feel powerful. Made her brave. So she did it again.

“Aranka…” He pushed his hand through her hair and fisted the strands, but he didn’t push her down toward his cock, he simply held on.

She explored him, kissing the crown again before taking him into her mouth. He was hot and hard, but velvet, too. She liked how he tasted, the feel of him on her tongue. She looked up and met his eyes while she took him deep.

He released her hair, to touch her face. His thumb stroked over her cheek and in that moment, she saw forever in his eyes and it wasn’t terrifying.

She took the condom then and opened it. He put his hand over hers and they slid it down his length together.

She bit her lip and pulled him over on top of her. “I think I want to try being on top
next
time.”

He kissed her again and pressed her down beneath him. Aranka liked the way the weight of him felt on top of her—the taste of his lips.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Do it now.”

“Not done worshipping you, my golden nymph. You haven’t accepted all of your tribute.” He blazed a trail from her throat down to the valley of her breasts with his mouth. “I haven’t kissed you here, yet.” He took one nipple in his mouth and laved at the rosebud flesh.

He stirred all of those sensations in her again, bliss and tightness in her core that felt like she was about to be launched off some precipice. Her cleft ached. She’d felt desire before, but it had never been a physical pleasure/pain. Her whole body seemed to pulse in time with the ache—even her heartbeat.

She thought he was going to lick her again with his amazing dragon tongue, but instead, he slipped his hand between them and with the lightest touch, had her ready to beg for release.

“This is how it should be,” he whispered. “You should be needing like this before I take you.”

“Gods, yes. Imre, please.”

He pressed up against her, teasing her opening. Imre entered her slowly, as if her body were made of something breakable. She wanted to open her eyes, to see the look on his face, to share this moment with him, but it was like she’d been drugged. Her eyelids were heavy and all she could do was cling to him.

Nothing had ever felt so good.

Aranka had been told there’d be pain, but it didn’t hurt. Only this impossible fullness.

Imre was still, his body tensed, until she moved against him, testing these new feelings. She definitely wanted more.

“I can see heaven,” he said against the shell of her ear.

“Me too. Take us all the way.”

He thrust slowly, working into a rhythm that caused her to see stars when her eyes were open.

Gods above, it was everything.

This was the best adventure yet.

Aranka was lost in the ecstasy and she heard a sound in her ears that could have been screaming that she realized was her own voice as that thing that was strung so tightly inside of her burst. The orgasm rocked her body in quakes and shudders, and only after he seemed certain she’d had her pleasure, did he allow himself his.

When he collapsed beside her, she lay in the silence for a while contemplating the sensations she was still processing. “I was thinking that this was my best adventure, yet.”

“Me too.”

She curled into him, noticing how well they fit together. Aranka was always moving, always busy, always needing to be active. Lying in silent stillness with another person had once sounded like the worst thing anyone could ask of her.

But it was different with Imre. Maybe because he accepted her kinetic intensity, didn’t try to hold her there with him.

His fingers played idly with her hair, curling the strands around his fingers. She liked the way he petted her. She liked the feeling of absolute peace and utter exhaustion that rolled through her.

Of course, now she hurt in places where she didn’t know she had muscles, but still, it was a good thing.

“I think I’m going to let you keep me,” she said lightly.

“That’s good. You don’t know how hard it was not to bite you.”

“Bite me?” She sat up and waggled her eyebrows. “Kinky.”

“You have no idea.”

“Really? You want to bite me?” She wasn’t sure if she was scared or excited. “Where?”

He threw an arm over his eyes. “We’re not going to talk about that now, little nymph. We’ve got work to do, remember?”

“Work in a minute. Tell me about the biting.”

“I like talking about the biting.”

“So we could do this again?”

“I’m pretty sure.”

She nudged him. “Tell me. I want to know.”

“It’s the mark. A claiming.”

“So I’d belong to you, like your property?”

“Not my property. My adored. My beloved. My mate. So all shifters know with whom you share your power and strength.”

“Still sounds draconian.”

“It is. But your sister doesn’t seem to mind it.”

She slapped at his chest. “Don’t talk about my sister when you’re in bed with me.”

He laughed. “Then stop teasing me with talk about the mate mark. Seriously, it was physical pain not to bite you.”

“Then why didn’t you.” She grabbed his arm and pulled it away from his face.

He looked up at her, his dragon eyes bright and shining. “Because you didn’t consent.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Would you have said yes?”

“I’ll say yes now. Next time, dragon, bite me.” Anticipated coiled inside of her and there was a fissure of fear, but beyond that, it was all hope.

Instead of teasing her, or playing with her, he said, “You need to be sure. You can’t take it back. It’s forever.”

“I said bite me. You could do it now.” She pointed to her neck. “Here? Is this where you want to mark me?”

He half-morphed and then resumed his human shape. “Gods, Aranka. My dragon almost took you up on that. It’ll be better for you, if you still want it, during sex.”

“Actually, I think I want it now.”

“Aranka—” he warned, his voice suddenly several octaves lower.

Her sex clenched and she gave a little moan. She was sore, but the idea of waiting one more second to give him what he needed seemed insufferable. She wanted to experience the bite, she wanted to give him that part of herself.

They’d already shared everything else, after all.

And fuck it, she knew that somehow, forever with Imre would be another adventure.

She straddled him and his cock was hard again, so she shifted until he was inside her. Holy gods, was she ever sore, but it felt good, too. It was a strange, new kind of pain.

When she saw him Turning, and felt it inside of her, she angled her head to the side to expose her neck to him.

His voice was the deepest she’d ever heard it and the temperature in the room had gone up at least ten degrees.

“Honor before gold. Loyalty before gold. Brotherhood before gold.” She felt the hot puff of smoke on her neck and she shivered. “Aranka before all.”

She cried out as his teeth tore into her flesh, but she grabbed him tighter, holding his mouth there.

Another round of bliss took her and even though there was pain, it was like two puzzle pieces clicking together.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

She grabbed his hair and looked deep into his eyes to make her own pledge. “Imre before all.”