He slid his hand around her neck, pulling her closer. Perhaps if he distracted her long enough.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Deo,” she said.
Absently, he wrapped his fingers in her hair as he locked his gaze with hers.
“I welcome the pain of knowing I am alive, here, with you. You still don’t understand that you not only bring my soul peace, you strengthen me.”
She tilted her head. Her words said one thing, but her thought said she enjoyed the sensations of his fingers against her neck.
“So, by strengthening you, do you mean you might heal faster closer to me?”
Deo licked his lips. Trailing a finger over the neckline of her shirt, he shrugged.
“Should we test out this theory?” he asked.
His eye caught the marking, peeking under her shirt on her shoulder. His hand traced over the fabric where the start of his markings on her skin peeked out under the tank top.
She moaned.
Deo realized that he had yet to have the chance to explore his new mate as any dragon should. He didn’t know how his markings appeared on her. Would they be as large? Would they cover her beautiful breasts? The idea of seeing them only made his dick harder. He shifted her on his lap to give himself more room.
Pulling aside the strap of the shirt, he began to kiss the swirling design unique to him and his mate. The intricate lines started to glow the blue of his dragon's power as his lips connected with each piece.
She moaned.
Aisha tilted her head away, stretching her neck to give him more access as he followed the path under the neckline. Hooking a finger, he pulled the stretchy fabric further and growled as the design scrawled lower, stopping above her breast similar to his own, although he enjoyed hers more.
His fingers itched to touch, and he no longer cared about her protests. He needed her.
A long claw came out of his hand as he ripped through the fabric. His dragon would not allow her to refuse them again either. She was theirs. He would never be denied again.
“Deo, what the hell.”
He mumbled against her neck. “You have more of these annoying clothes, and I need you now.”
Flashes of her on top made it hard for him to think any further. The weight between his legs making logic impossible.
Cupping her breasts, he licked at the skin of her shoulder before dipping his head to take the now taught peak into his mouth. Her hands tangled with his hair as the scent of her arousal filled the air.
“Deo, we aren’t alone.”
He flashed images of his mouth swallowing her screams of pleasure as she rode him. Deo didn’t really care. His brothers would stay away.
We are alone enough. No one will bother us.
Her face flushed an adorable pink again. He liked when she flushed for far better reasons.
We can go back to our room if you prefer.
Aisha glared. “Are you even allowed to?”
Rolling his eyes, he pushed his pelvis up against her bottom.
I am well, and I don’t care. Simple scratches. I just want you.
Before he said anything else, she leaned in and started kissing him this time. He needed her. He needed to feel whole again, and she was the missing ingredient.
Yes. Scratches, she thought.
A quick glance and he saw her eyes were half lidded. Good. He was getting to her. He was done waiting.
Sliding a hand to her lower back, he pulled her closer. She didn’t need coaxing as she began to rub against the bulge under the sheet.
Pulling away, she broke the kiss.
“Fine, but I’m doing all the work to make sure you don’t hurt that,” she said and pointed to his bandage.
Whatever you say, mate.
It was then, as he slid his hand up her thigh, that he found out she was wearing a skirt. He groaned and slid his fingers down the edge of her panties.
He cupped her heat over the fabric and smiled against her mouth as he felt the cotton dampen. He hooked a finger in the fabric and pulled it aside. Running his finger over the bare skin of her lips, she squirmed.
Aisha gripped at the sheet covering him and pulled it down. She lifted herself and slid it even further down his legs.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she said, raising her hips over his dick as he held her panties aside.
He held his breath at the pleasure of her seating herself on his shaft. She slowly stretched her muscles around him, lifting herself up, and then pushing back down, taking more of him in. He tore her tank top off completely this time and gripped her breasts as she began to ride him, rocking her hips.
Her mouth hungry against his as she began a fevered pace of want and need. He thrust against her, giving her more contact, driving his shaft deeper. This time, in her head, he could read her thoughts as she grew closer and closer to release.
He could feel her need for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself as close to him as she could.
She was so close, and he would finish her even if he couldn’t flip her over and take her the way he wanted. Instead, he slipped his finger over her clit and stroked her as she pushed forward, her hips rocking faster and faster.
She called his name as her body quivered around him, and the pressure of her release was just enough to pull his own from him.
Kissing her lips, her neck, the mark on her shoulder, Deo held her. Nothing made sense in this world without her.
His dragon breathed a sigh, finally contented. Yes, he could take on anything with her by his side.
Epilogue
Aisha glared at Maddie.
“That wasn’t helpful,” she said, staring down at a now live fly.
Maddie smiled. “You just said you wanted to know how to heal someone. Well, the fly was still twitching, therefore healable. It wouldn’t work if the person was dead, or if there were extensive life-threatening injuries.”
Aisha sighed. This was helpful. It really was. But it wasn’t something she could give to human doctors. Not yet.
“Thanks, Maddie. Now I can put on my resume that I can heal flies. I’m sure the medical community is going to be so happy. All we needed were more flies.”
Maddie threw her hands up. “Hey, you asked, and I showed you. Tell you what, if you can find a nearly dead lizard out here in the desert, I can show you how to heal it?”
They both laughed. At least this was passing the time, for now.
Lilly walked in flanked by Eadric.
Kal and Deo walked in after them, and Aisha jumped out of her seat.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Calm yourself.
Although he sounded so casual, he planted a kiss on her that said he’d missed her just as much.
How is your wing? Okay?
He nodded. It is getting there. Thank you for the salve.
Aisha blushed. For the first time, she felt useful and not just for healing a fly. She’d actually been able to use her knowledge and some of Lilly’s magic. She came up with a special balm for Deo that could heal his demon inflicted wounds. For the first time in days, he’d been able to fly. They’d left one brother behind to keep watch out for the ship, while the rest flanked Deo to ensure he didn’t drop like a rock out of the sky. Their words, not Aisha’s. She’d hated the term and almost hadn’t let him go.
“Are you ready to go back to the room?” she asked.
Mate, I’m supposed to be healing.
Aisha gave him a poke in the ribs. That wasn’t what I was implying, but since you brought it up.
“We will be back shortly.” Deo wrapped her in his arms and carried her back to their room.
As the door closed behind them, Aisha kissed down his chest, never tiring of his hard muscles. As she rounded his side, she saw the nasty scar that had struggled to heal.
“Did you guys talk about that asshole doctor yet? And the Illuminati group? I mean, we aren’t leaving until your brothers find
their mates, right?”
Deo nodded. “Yeah. We think it’s time to find Lilly’s sister. But right now, let’s not worry about that. Lay down and spread your legs for me.”
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