by C. D. Gorri
Her Coyote howled inside of her. Trust yourself. Trust me. He is our future. She exhaled and lifted her amber eyes to his emerald ones. How had she come to care for this man with such intensity in just a day? Because the Universe doesn’t make mistakes, was the answer.
“Niko?” She waited with baited-breath for him to answer her question.
“Yes, love?”
“I need you to be sure,” she licked her lips and watched him. She’d know if he attempted any kind of subterfuge. Her Coyote would scent the lie.
“Oh, baby, I am sure,” he growled, the sound sending bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy.
“Es Meus.”
CHAPTER 11
Nikolai trembled with the power of his need. Trying to make small talk between bites of food was practically fucking killing him. Claim her. Es Meus.
The fight to regain control from his beast was near impossible. The Dragon could not handle having her near and not touching her. Neither could the man.
He accepted her as his mate the second he breathed in her bright, citrusy scent. She was in his blood. Part of his soul. She belonged to him. Now. Take her. Mine. His Dragon was burning him alive from the inside out.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to contain the beast. He sucked in air, getting more of her peppery-sweet scent. He growled deep in his chest. She smelled fucking divine.
He noticed her eyes dilate and her breath coming faster. Oh fuck. Yes. She wanted him too. Mate. Mine. Now.
“Are you done eating?” he growled the question, unable to keep the beast from his voice.
At her nod he stood, pulling her up by the hand. He pressed her body flush against his. Wrapping her lush figure in his arms as his lips sought hers.
“Melody,” he whispered her name. His Dragon stirring under his skin, stretching the limits of his control.
“Open your mouth,” he murmured and licked the seam of her lips. His beast wanted a taste of her too.
She hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him down to meet her tongue. Thank fucking god. He gave her what she wordlessly asked for.
Both of them mindless in their desire for one another. He pushed the food back off the table and lifted her deliciously plump ass until she was planted on the edge of the sturdy ebony.
With one hand he kneaded her full round breasts while he stroked her thighs apart with the other one. She moaned into his mouth as he found the buttons to the pretty, but too damn confining dress she’d worn.
His brain turned to mush as her luscious breasts spilled from her flimsy lace bra. He hoped it was not a favorite as he lifted one clawed fingertip sliced through the strap.
He growled and tugged on the fabric, freeing her mouthwatering nipples. He pushed his hips closer, allowing her to feel his throbbing cock through too many layers of fabric.
He slid his tongue in and out of her lips. Gathering her unique flavors and storing each one in his memory. His to keep and savor forever. Es meus ad infinitum.
Nik dragged his lips from her mouth to one ripe berry and sucked hard. He loved the way she held his head against her moist flesh with nail tipped hands that pulled on his longish hair. Yes. She squirmed beneath him, undulating her hips in an attempt to get him closer. Thank fuck.
He slid his hand over the front of her body till he reached that oh-so-fucking-hot spot between her legs.
Oblivious to the wine spilling over the side of the table as he rubbed his fingers over her hot sex. Her panties soaked his fingers and if possible, he grew harder.
“I need inside of you, baby,” he growled sucking on her neck while his hands did away with her damp panties.
“Yes, please, yes,” she moaned arching into him.
Her clawed hands raked down his back and he fucking loved the burn. Loved her. Needed her. Now.
Nikolai had had women in any number of places, but it had been so long since he felt this. Never. Never had he experienced this kind of passion flaring through his body. Only with her.
Dishes fell, wine spilled, and silverware clattered around them as he swept her clothes away with his large hands. She writhed with him, beneath his fingers. Her soft skin hot to the touch. Aflame for him alone.
As it should be, his Dragon roared. Soft and ripe and utterly his. She mewled and gasped, all but consumed by the mating instinct. But did she recognize it for what it was?
That all-powerful need to fuck, to claim, to make her his. Mine. Forever. Es Meus. Nikolai’s chest heaved with the effort to breathe. He knew what she was to him, but he needed her to accept his claim.
“Melody,” he started, his lips grazing her skin as his teeth elongated.
The mixed scents of sex, desire, her fiery citrus fragrance, and his own piney, fresh air smell filled the air.
Nikolai freed his throbbing cock from his pants, as she ripped his shirt off his body. She was just as wild for him as he was for her. He thanked every god he knew for that small blessing.
“Yes, Niko, oh god, yes,” she cried out as he pushed the head of his swollen cock into her slick heat.
She was so fucking tight. Her pussy sucked his cock deeper, but he held himself still.
Reveling in the perfection of being inside her superb body. She whimpered and tried to move but he held her with firm hands.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.”
“Move, please,” she moaned.
“Can I keep you, sweet Melody?” He growled the question and stilled the movement of her hips with his steely grip.
“Yes, Niko, yours, move please,” she tried to move him again.
“This body was made just for me,” he growled and pumped slowly as he spoke, eliciting a long, drawn out moan from her lips.
“I am keeping you. Not letting go. Yes, love, like that.”
Her wide whiskey colored eyes met his, mouth open, panting for air as he squeezed the globes of her perfect ass and thrust more fiercely.
She could take it, hell, she wanted it. He saw it in those glorious eyes of hers.
“More,” she whimpered, her long claws raking down his back.
Perfect. He growled, his own animalistic side begging to be released as he continued to pound into his mate’s sweet body.
His movements were measured, yet frantic. His desperation making him lose his focus. Claim. Mate. Now.
He wanted to so very badly, but he needed her to come for him first. He reached between them with one hand and teased her sensitive bud. She responded by throwing her head back and moaning deep and low while providing him perfect access to her exquisite breasts.
“Baby, I’m going to feast on you all fucking night long. You want that, don’t you? My mouth all over you, my dick inside of you, my cum filling you. I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can think straight. I want you so fucking bad, my mate, mine,” he growled and nipped her nipple.
Dominance and possession surged through him as he lifted her hips and slid deeper into her channel. Her answering moan was enough to encourage him. Her eyes glowed with the power of her Coyote.
“Yes,” he growled, “Es meus!”
Melody opened her mouth and howled as ecstasy shot through her body. Nikolai held on by a thread as her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing him until he could hardly breath.
Her scent was everywhere. On his mouth, his nose, his hands, his cock. He fucking loved it. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her. To stake his claim for the whole universe to see.
Nikolai nudged her down on the table as he swirled his hips, grinding into her sensitive nub as she rode out her orgasm. He was relentless. Swirling and plundering, quickly bringing her to another peak.
“Niko!” she howled again and finally, he drove towards his own fulfillment.
Her thighs squeezed him as he slid a hand down the crack of her luscious ass and teased her tight little hole while his thick cock filled her dripping slit. Yes, his little mate had a naughty streak! One he couldn’t wait to explore.
As her next climax
took her, Nikolai slammed into her heat. Withdrawing and pumping, his eyes riveted to the way she welcomed his body with glorious abandon.
She was fucking gorgeous. Streaked hair flying around her flushed face, tits bouncing with every thrust, mouth repeating his name in a litany. Fucking perfect.
The sounds of their slick bodies coming together was more beautiful than any music he’d ever heard. Sexy and raw. Erotic as fuck.
Puccini had nothing on the symphony that was the slap of his skin against his mate’s. Nikolai lifted her by the waist as he found his completion desperate to sink his teeth into her neck.
“Melody? I, that is, I have a question.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now, love. I need to know. Can I have you?” the question in his voice distinguishable through his fangs, his eyes searched hers for an answer.
“Yes, Niko, my very own Dragon. Claim me, make me yours,” she growled the words, eyes aglow with her Coyote.
“Es Meus,” he roared and struck her skin just over her heart.
His dick pulsed as he came at the same time. Her pussy clenched around him. Heat massaging his cock until he was spent.
Nikolai was lost to her taste, her being, her soul as it entwined with his.
MINE! ES MEUS!
His Dragon’s ferocious roar was deafening. But Nikolai did not stop pumping his hips until he’d tended her wounds. Lapping at them with his tongue until the bleeding stopped.
He picked her soft, limp body off the table and carried her to his bedroom.
CHAPTER 12
“Does this mean I’m yours now?” her soft voice was unfamiliar even to her own ears.
She felt more than saw his smile. Her face buried against the soft hair that covered his wide chest. He smelled so good, like pine, smoke, and musk. Utterly intoxicating.
She finally understood what had her Coyote going nuts the second he’d looked at her with his Dragon in his eyes. He was her one true mate.
Fated and chosen by the Universe to be hers. A fairytale, she’d thought as a child, but here was living proof.
Nikolai Falk, sexy Dragon Shifter, genius software developer, and multi-millionaire many times over, was her mate. Holy crap!
He not only recognized the fact, but he’d just claimed her on the dining room table of his own fucking castle!
Her. Little Miss Nobody Coyote Shifter from a band who’d rather not acknowledge her chubby existence. Cinderella ain’t got shit on me!
Not that she was down on herself exactly. She was a confident modern woman. She knew she was smart, good at her job, and definitely worthy.
Regardless of what the prick ex of hers said. Still, there was so much about him she didn’t know.
“We should talk,” she said as he laid her down on an enormous bed made up with dark green sheets and a heavenly soft comforter.
“Ask me anything, mate,” he said as he settled in beside her.
He couldn’t seem to stop touching her. Hand on her arm, lips on her skin, fingers tracing her hair. It was something she absolutely loved.
“When?”
“When did I know you were mine?” He guessed correctly. Their bond was already working at making them more in tune with each other.
“The second I scented you at the ball. I searched and found you and it was all I could do not to take you right there on the floor,” he spoke without inhibition or reticence of any kind.
“I remember the kiss, but when did you know I was your mate?”
“I told you, sweet mate, that second. My Dragon recognized you, loved you immediately. From that point on, my body, mind, heart, and soul belonged to you. No other, Melody, only you,” he lifted a finger and trailed it from her cheek down her neck to her shoulder.
He dipped it further and she frowned. A stinging sensation following his fingers.
Melody looked down and gasped. A mark was beginning to blossom just there, across her left shoulder. A green rose with swirling leaves and vines flowing from it.
It glowed and pulsed on her skin, warming it. She felt him there. Tears filled her eyes.
“What is it?”
“It is my marking, my emerald rose. See this here,” he taped a matching symbol on his chest, it pulsed beneath her fingers. The hum of magic tickling her senses.
“Before I found you, it was shriveled, almost dying. A Dragon’s rose is connected to his heart and soul, his sacred bond to be shared only with his fated mate. I thought it was never going to happen for me, that I would despair in my loneliness until rage consumed me, then I found you. I have claimed you, and now, my emerald rose, you have accepted me,” his cocky grin was almost contagious.
“How can you tell I accepted? Maybe you just made me delirious with your sexy skills,” she smiled coyly, and was treated to some sensual wrestling that ended with him towering over her prone form.
He bit down playfully over her claiming mark. The action sending shivers down her spine directly to her needy sex. She could hardly believe how much she wanted him, needed him, burned for his body. And more.
“Look,” he said and lifted himself up. She mourned the loss of his hot flesh but understood what he was showing her.
He lifted so that his chest was visible and there she saw how his rose reacted to her nearness, the vines swirling and eliciting the same reaction from hers.
She reached up with shaky fingers and traced the glowing lines that marked his perfect body. He trembled at her touch and she grew bolder.
Empowered by his helpless reaction to her hands, she ran them up and down the hard planes of his sculpture worthy form. He pressed his naked hips against hers and she moaned at the sizzling friction.
“We are tied now forever, my Melody. No one can come between us, love,” he leaned forward and kissed her mouth with so much feeling and tenderness.
Emotions that could not be reduced to mere words. Mate. Mine. His heart, his body, his soul. All mine.
“Es meus,” he nibbled at her chin and neck, and she felt her body opening for him.
Never before had she felt so confident and bold in her body. The purely lustful look in his eyes when his gaze swept her form removed any doubts she may have had. Fuck her ex, fuck everyone else. Only he mattered.
“What does that mean? Es meus? You keep repeating that phrase?”
“It is my native Dracan, Dragon language, my sweet mate. It means you are mine, my own,” he growled and dipped his decadent tongue between her breasts.
Melody sighed and stretched. She was insatiable when it came to him. The way he touched her, worshipped her, was unlike anything in her experience.
Her Coyote yipped, and she knew he was worthy. He would never hurt her. When a Shifter found his mate, it meant forever. A lifetime of love.
“Niko?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I love you.”
He lifted his gorgeous head and stared at her with eyes like green fire. His grip on her tightened briefly and he bent to kiss her, eyes closed as if the act was painful.
Melody moaned under his masterful skill, but more so because she felt him, in her heart.
His emerald rose was blossoming. She swelled with the knowledge. Proud and grateful for having him in her life. All his thoughts, feelings, desires sifted through to her from their newly formed bond.
She felt his promise to keep her safe, his passion for her body and mind, and his love shine through that special connection they shared. A connection only true fated mates could ever know.
She smiled as her own marking warmed her skin and gasped as his long, thick cock found her entrance. Her pussy was sopping wet, hot and needy even after their coming together downstairs only minutes ago.
“Baby, I love you too. I need you,” he growled in her ear.
“Push up, yes, like that. Let me fill every inch of you. I’m going to stamp my scent all over you, sweet, sexy mate. Fill you with my cum, and make you scream my name.”
God, yes, she wanted that too. He was s
o fucking hot. Sexy and handsome. She knew in her heart she belonged with her sexy Dragon Shifter as she never had Thomas or any other male of her acquaintance.
“I want to meet your Dragon,” she gasped as he thrust in and out of her.
“Yes,” he growled, “I want that to. And to meet your beautiful Coyote.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“First, I’m going to fuck you every way I can, fill you up with me. You want that, my love, I know you do,” his dirty words were just icing on the cake.
Melody’s body sang for him. He made her cream just by saying her name. Body and soul recognized him as her other half. Oh my. She felt so right, wrapped around him.
“Grrrr. My Melody, you feel so fucking good,” he growled deep in his throat, more Dragon than man.
She saw the truth shining in his emerald eyes. In ways his words couldn’t express, he loved her with his body, claiming her as his very own. She’d never felt such intense pleasure, knowing in her soul she was created for him in that very moment.
This time, she thought, I will claim him as well. Melody pushed up against his chest, using a little of her Coyote to help get his attention. Her mate’s eyebrows shot up, but he understood without words.
His eyes flared. Nikolai’s chest grumbled as he gripped her waist and flipped them over so that he was on his back beneath her.
Melody arched as his cock impaled her, sliding further than ever before. She felt him, everywhere.
Oh, fuck yes. She rocked her hips slowly, sliding up and down over his long, hard shaft. His thick cock felt heavenly, a perfect fit.
She squeezed with her thighs and her mate groaned. Her Niko gripped her hips attempting to exact control from her, but she had other things in mind.
She grabbed his hands and pushed them over his head, draping her entire body over him. Her lips crashed into his, tongues swirling as she continued to undulate rhythmically.
Melody growled, her Coyote coming forward as she recognized the call to claim. Her mating instinct was running her now. Grrr. She moved frantically, her peak cresting. Almost there.