I set one single digit at her entrance and circled the opening as my mouth found its way back to her clit.
Her hands latched onto my beard of all things, and then she tugged forward, and my entire face was covered by her pussy.
“I need more,” she said urgently, jackknifing away and rolling over until she presented me with her backside. “Fuck me.”
“Where did my sweet little Wink go?” I asked her, crawling up between her legs.
The rough palms of my hands slid up the backs of her thighs to her backside.
The minute my hands encountered the skin she pushed back, urging me on silently.
“Still,” I said, punctuating that announcement with a slap to her backside.
She gasped, and it wasn’t pain that flared up through our mating bond, but excitement.
“Oh darn,” she whispered brokenly. “I’m going to fucking hell.”
I laughed at her succulent words. “There’s going to be fucking, but I doubt hell will be involved unless too many orgasms is your version of hell.”
She glared at me over her shoulder.
“Are you going to do anything about this?” She pushed her ass backwards. “Or are you going to talk and play all day?”
My hand tightened on her ass cheek.
“What is it that you’re wanting here, Wink?” I asked. “Fast and hard? Slow and soft? Use your words.”
“You damn well know exactly what I want,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. If I wanted slow and sweet, I would’ve found some other man. I know you don’t do slow and sweet.”
“You don’t think I could do slow?” I asked, walking up on my knees until my cock kissed her entrance.
“I have no doubt that you can do slow,” she said. “What I have doubts about is the ‘sweet’ part.”
“Why’s that?” I wondered, fisting my cock and dragging it up through the folds of her pussy.
She moaned into the bedspread, but managed to twist her head to the side once she was done to say, “You don’t have a sweet bone in your body. Not when it comes to this, anyway. Now get on with it, or I’ll take care of myself.”
I chuckled and started to sink my cock inside of her, filling her so slowly that she started to curse.
“See what I mean about the ‘sweet’ thing?” she moaned. “If you were being sweet, then you’d give it to me like you knew I wanted it.”
That was true. I knew exactly how she wanted it, down to the very last thrust of my hips.
She wasn’t ready for that kind of fucking. Yet.
She needed to be warmed up and primed before she could take it that rough.
“Why do you think I played with myself while I was in the tub?” She pushed backwards, meeting my hips in a rough thrust that forced the headboard into the wall.
Taking that as a sign, I pulled out nearly all the way, letting the tip of my cock caress her entrance before I slammed back inside.
My hands tightened on Wink’s hips to hold her in place so my exuberance didn’t knock her off the bed, and she nearly collapsed completely to her belly the moment I filled her for a second time.
“Jesus,” she yelped. “Harder!”
I gave it to her harder, not giving it all I had until she was ready.
Just when I’d started to find a rhythm as I filled her with my cock, Wink stopped what she was doing and crawled out from under me, causing me to freeze at the abruptness of the movement.
“Lay down,” she ordered, pointing to the bed beside my knees.
Looking down at my raging cock that’d been inside of her only moments before, I decided to do what she asked and lay down.
The moment I did she moved to straddle my hips, and I watched as she did.
She took my length in her hands, and positioned it at her portal.
“Ready?” she asked, hovering just above the tip.
I nodded my head and gritted my teeth as I did.
“I’ll go slow so I won’t hurt you,” she teased.
My eyes nearly crossed when she took me back inside—none too gently might I add.
“Fuck me,” she breathed.
I started to move in and out, but there wasn’t much I could do without taking control of her and the situation, and it was clear in my mind that she wouldn’t appreciate it. Not yet, anyway.
“Oh, God,” I growled, eyes getting heavy. “Ride me, Mama.”
“Mama?” she asked, sounding amused.
I growled at her.
“Mama,” I agreed.
“I kind of like it,” she whispered. “Can I call you Daddy?”
I huffed out a laugh. “You can call me whatever the fuck you want to call me as long as you fucking ride me!”
She snickered as she lifted up to her full height at knee level, then slammed back down, taking me so deep inside that my breath stalled in my chest.
“God,” she breathed. “You feel so good inside of me.”
I could do nothing but nod as my hands went up to her breasts, my fingers tugging and sliding over her nipples so I wouldn’t take over control like I really wanted to do.
She gasped and leaned into my hands, then surprised the shit out of me by leaning backwards.
Her hands went backwards to come to a rest on my shins just under my knees.
The new position put her whole body on display, as well as pulled her nipples away from my pinching fingers.
But there was her clit that was now peeking out from its hood between the lips of her sex for me to see.
Not to mention the sight of her pussy, stretched so full, and moving up and down the entire length of my cock.
“Stop,” she whispered. “You’re going to make me come too fast.”
I looked up at her and grinned.
“You need to learn to turn it off,” I told her, my eyes going back to continue watching her pussy working me. I moved my hands to her sex to spread her lips even wider, giving me a better view than before, which I would have thought was impossible.
“I don’t want to turn it off,” she said. “It’s so much better this way. It’s like I’m fucking you, and seeing it from my point of view, on top of seeing how it feels from your point of view. Maybe later, when you pee, I can touch your back and experience that through you, too.”
I huffed out a laugh, my eyes closing.
I never thought laughing during sex was a possibility, but damned if she didn’t teach me something new every day.
Experiencing sex through her eyes might be something I would try later, but right now I was too overwhelmed by my own feelings to have hers inside of me, too.
Her pussy clenched when I thought about having my tongue inside of her at the same time I was taking her. Although physically impossible, the mere thought of it made her entire sheath clench so hard around my cock.
“Sometimes, I think you’re such a choirboy,” she informed me, moving her knees from beside my hips to plant her feet next to my hips. “But then you go and have thoughts like that one.”
The new position spread her legs wider, and my already beautiful view turned into something so out of this world that the release I’d been holding off, by sheer force of will, slammed into me.
Unable to help myself, I started to come.
In fact, I came so hard that the roar that was forced out of my throat startled us both.
My body bucked, practically throwing Wink into the air in my exuberance.
I’d just closed my eyes in hopes of regaining my wits when there was a knock on the door.
Well, more of a pound rather than a knock.
“Wink!” the woman screamed, pounding harder now. “Oh, my God! Someone needs to call 911!”
Wink startled and stared at the door to the bedroom with unseeing eyes, causing me to nearly laugh at the cuteness of it all.
“You invite someone over without telling me?” I teased her.
Her bleary, tired eyes moved over to me, and then ba
ck to the door before she tossed the covers off.
“I know you’re in there!” a woman yelled in indignation.
I looked over to Wink, brows drawn in confusion.
Nobody, and I do mean nobody, came up to my house. A, because my house wasn’t easily accessible and there was a perimeter alarm on the property lines. It wasn’t on right now, unfortunately. And B, because aside from the other dragon riders, the mailman, the UPS guy and Wink, nobody knew it was there.
“Holy shit,” Wink breathed, rolling off of me and grabbing a pair of pants up off the floor. “So I might’ve forgot to tell you something. I gave someone your address. I invited her over to see that I was all right, and…” she trailed off as more pounding sounded at the door.
She was wearing my pants.
I also noticed how, when she stepped into the legs one by one, I could see that the inside of her thigh was slickened with my release.
Feeling somewhat excited at the sight of my come on her body, I followed behind her, nowhere near as fast as she had.
I actually stopped to clean myself, not worried that anything would happen to Wink.
Not only was Mace watching over the house, but so were Jean Luc and his dragon, Tele.
Rising voices rose from the living room as I heard the door shut, and then a whispered hiss of voices followed those high voices.
I washed my hands and found a pair of jeans off the hanger in the closet, shrugging them on without underwear before following the pants with a white t-shirt from the selection that hung on the opposite side of the closet.
Wink’s doing.
I was just contemplating whether to put my socks and shoes on when I realized that I was stalling.
I didn’t want to see who was on the other side of the door.
I knew who it was.
Knew the moment I heard her enter the house.
I’d have to have a talk with her about walking into unknown people’s houses and wandering around without knowing what she was walking into.
My sister was within a stone’s throw of me, and I was freaking out.
My palms were sweating, and I was close to hyperventilating.
I was also looking at the door like it was a snake about to strike.
With no other recourse, I ran.
Opening the window, I yelled for Mace in my mind, and he flew up from the shadows like he’d been shot.
The moment he was close enough, I launched myself from my bedroom window, which happened to be two stories up, and landed on Mace’s back with a thump.
Mace either didn’t notice the graceless move or didn’t care, because he didn’t comment at all, which he would’ve normally done.
However, my mood must’ve made itself known because he flew without me ordering him to, and we were high in the sky before he said his first word.
You’re running.
Yes, I replied.
What’s wrong?
“Why do you care?” I asked him acerbically.
Because, young master, I’ve always cared. It’s easier for you to think that I don’t care than for you to think that I do. I would’ve never gotten as far as I have, had you realized how much I truly do care about you.
I froze at those words.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, worry stiffening my spine.
If I’d been like Keifer, caring about you almost from the moment he realized you were a dragon rider, what would you think of me? Would it be the same as you thought of him? Keifer loves you. Jean Luc cares deeply. Everyone does. They’re scared of you, but they’d be lost without you. You offer them quiet balance that they otherwise wouldn’t have, and you’re always there for each of them without having to be asked twice. Keifer knows your worth. Why do you think he tries to get you to move to the sanctuary so often?
I closed my eyes and thought about that. Thought about everything really, and I realized two things.
One, I was being a coward.
Two, I wasn’t alone and never really had been. I’d isolated myself in my house, but I’d never actually been alone.
Jean Luc came over every day before his shift and shot the shit with me until our shifts started.
Derek asked my opinions on certain bills or laws that the government was enacting, trying to garner my opinion on them before they actually took effect.
Ford and Alaric, before they’d been sent to different sanctuaries to protect them, had come over every Monday night and watched Monday Night Football with me during football season.
Keifer came over every morning to hear reports, then to reiterate that he’d love for me to move into the sanctuary.
Then there was Nikolai extending the sanctuary’s shield to protect my house.
Then there was Wink.
Although she hadn’t known me as long as the other dragon riders, she knew me better than them all.
She wanted me to meet my sister, and she would know best, as one of my sister’s best friends, then I was willing to meet her.
“Take me home” I ordered Mace.
Mace banked hard right, and then we were heading in the opposite direction.
Chapter 13
If you’re ever in a fight with a woman, and she says, ‘Wow’ and then proceeds to adjust her ponytail, you should probably run.
-Fact of Life
Wink
“What are you talking about?” my best friend practically yelled. “Dragons? Are you fucking crazy?”
I smiled.
“Dragons,” I said. “Let me have your hand.”
I held my hand out for her to place hers in mine, and proving that she trusted me despite my crazy talk, she gave me her hand and waited patiently.
I grinned at Mattie and closed my eyes, opening the gift like Ian had mentioned to me earlier in the night.
To my amazement, the practice worked and everything that I ever needed to know about Mattie appeared in my brain like it’d been there all along.
“What did I tell you about eating all that chocolate cake,” I opened my eyes and glared at my friend. “You know what it does to your stomach.”
Mattie grimaced.
“I’m a stress eater,” she said defensively. “You know that.”
I grinned and let go of her hand.
“You’ve had two broken bones in your life. You ate fish and peas for lunch, a cheeseburger and onion rings for a snack around two, three pieces of chocolate cake for dinner, and five tacos from Taco Bell on your way here.” I ticked off the things she’d eaten in the last six hours, and watched as Mattie’s face contorted in amazement.
“You’re not shitting me,” she whispered. “Holy fucking shit! And your neck tattoo looks cool and all, but you won’t be able to go out into general population with that on your neck. And there is still the mystery man that you haven’t introduced me to yet. And, furthermore, you missed three appointments this week. I can’t believe you did that. You know how important it is to establish one’s portfolio. Not to mention they already left bad reviews on your website about how you pawned them off on your colleague at the last minute.”
I grinned.
I had done that.
Although Mattie was a good photographer, she didn’t like to do portrait work on actual people. Taking photos of actual people would require her to have to talk to them, and she didn’t do that if she could help it.
Mattie was an introvert to the nth degree.
A person couldn’t be any more introverted than she was.
“And I appreciate you taking them for me when you couldn’t get a hold of me,” I smiled.
“Why did I have to take them for you?” she persisted. “Why have you been missing for days without a word to me or Shane?”
I grinned.
“You’re not going to believe me,” I told her. “And I did call you. I gave you the address, didn’t I?”
She gave me that look, the one that clearly said that she
wasn’t amused and that she resented the fact that she had to come looking for me after I’d left her a voicemail about where I was.
“I believed you about dragons and magic,” she said. “Now tell me, or I’ll call Shane and tell him where you are.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Shane obviously wasn’t worried about me if he’s not here helping you beat down Ian’s door,” I muttered, not thinking what that name would do to her.
Mattie stiffened and her eyes went to the door in question.
“Ian?” she asked, her heart written all over her face.
Ian.
What she didn’t know was that my Ian was her Ian.
She was about to have the shock of a lifetime, especially when I heard the door open and Ian step through.
“Ian,” I confirmed.
Ian’s eyes moved from me to his sister and stayed there.
“Well, where’s this Ian of yours?” she asked, picking at invisible lint on her jeans. “I think I need a little more explanation than your man is a dragon rider and that his name is Ian. I think I would like a lot more, in fact.”
I smiled at her.
“Ian?” I called.
Ian’s head turned from Mattie to me, and then I saw him swallow visibly before taking a step in Mattie’s direction.
With her back facing the door, she had no clue what was coming at her back.
I did, though, and what I saw on Ian’s face was hauntingly beautiful.
“Mattie?” Ian’s voice cracked. All the emotion he was feeling was clearly written all over his face, as well as dripping from his voice. Remorse. Love. Hope.
Mattie stiffened, and I saw the instant she realized that this wasn’t a joke. That this was all real.
“He’s real, isn’t he?” she whispered. “You found him.”
A statement, not a question.
She knew he was standing behind her.
The trembling started in her hands, moved right up her arms and straight to her lips, which started to wobble before the first sob tore free of her chest.
Ian moved in front of her, enveloping Mattie’s hands with his before the first tear even made it to the bottom of her cheek.
“I always knew,” she whispered, tears tracking down her face at a fast clip.
“Knew what?” Ian asked, just as shaken up as Mattie.
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