However, learning about dragons…that she wanted. Well, more like wanted to learn about dragons to learn about Granite, but it was needed knowledge either way. She’d become a regular visitor with Sophie and became fast friends with Jo, and between the three of them, they worried Mica and Granite regularly with what they were planning.
She’d met Granite’s family, and his grandmother was more wonderful than she’d been led to believe. Grandmother Eire immediately gave Frost kisses on her cheeks and smacked her grandson for taking so long to visit, before sitting them both down and laying before them enough food to feed a family for a week as a ‘snack’.
His mother wasted no time talking about grandchildren. “Granite always scoffed at the idea of mates, but no one could want children as much as he does without secretly waiting for their mate.”
Grandmother Eire piped up. “He did his share of comparison shopping to find her,” she said, before holding Frost’s chin in her hands. “But look at you. Such a spirit and a face. Your children will be too beautiful, too beautiful.”
Stifling her laugh, Frost turned to Granite, his face beet red under the words of his family members as they all chimed in on his ‘shopping’, and mouthed the words I’m sorry.
She blew him a kiss, and the worry slid off him.
“So you really want kids, huh?” Frost asked as they drove away.
He tensed up, as he always did with a question that landed in new territory, where he had no idea where her thoughts lay. “Yes,” he came out with finally, without the prevarication that type of question usually inspired. “I really do. If you don’t, we’ll work around it. But I do.”
After such a heartfelt answer, she had no desire to tease him. “Four.”
His hand jerked, the car almost weaving into the other lane. “What?”
“I want four kids. And because my figure will never completely come back from that, and because I want to be a stay-at-home mom, this means my mate has to be willing and ready to support me.”
Frost glanced over, nervousness in her belly over how the bold statement would be received, but she shouldn’t have worried. Granite was looking straight ahead at the road, but his mouth was partly open in an unbelieving smile, the type of smile that comes only when a person has heard something they’ve always wanted, but never thought would come true. “He is,” Granite said, reaching over to entwine his fingers with hers. “He is.”
Their lovemaking over the last weeks had been slow and hesitant. The first couple weeks alone Granite would not go beyond heavy petting, the type of things teenagers all over the world giggled over as they compared hickey’s in school.
Frost finally convinced him to start adding oral sex when she climbed on top of him and parked her pussy over his mouth. He put up a valiant fight with his one second of indecision before his hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her hard against him, where he then proceeded to give her three of the strongest orgasms she’d experienced in her life. The fact he did it the next day proved it was skill, not luck.
It took a few more days before he was comfortable with her returning the favor. He refused to touch her or to come in her mouth, but the sound of him, the feel of him under her as he came, was worth every step it took to get here.
And then finally, last week, they made love. She didn’t know who had been shaking more when they started, but atop him, him inside her finally, it clicked. This was her future. This was her mate. And she was going to take it and move forward.
Now she had to convince the love of her life to move forward with her. She adored that he took such good care of her, but it was now at the point that it was hindering instead of helping.
She would admit…would admit she was glad he wouldn’t have to bite her to mate her, that for dragons it was more of a mystical joining between the two mates. That had been her only fear, and while she liked to believe herself strong enough to have dealt with it, she wasn’t too proud to admit she was so grateful it wouldn’t be an issue.
Now she prepared for battle. She wore one of his white button down shirts, a pair of lacy underwear, and nothing else. Make-up was minimal while still drawing attention to her eyes and lips. Hair with the just-got-fucked-and-want-to-do-it-again look? Check.
Tonight, Granite was hers. The dragon was going down.
The door opened and it only took two steps before Granite stopped in shock, his manner almost helpless as his gaze roamed her from head to toe and back up again. “If this is about funding that women’s shelter you were talking about, the answer is yes. I’d call them now to work out the details, but I don’t have enough blood in my head to talk intelligently.”
Good start. With a coy smile she moved forward. “Granite,” she asked, rising on tiptoe to nuzzle his neck. “Do you know what very important thing we’ve forgotten to do?”
“Nnn-nnn,” he responded, not moving his neck where her lips were latched on.
“We, my beloved dragon,” she said, moving up so her mouth now rested on his earlobe, “have not yet mated.”
His head gave a tiny jerk towards her, the lightness now gone and a deep tenseness invading his body. “I don’t want-”
“You, my beloved, don’t want anything to harm me, and that even includes yourself.” She nipped his ear, followed by a quick lick of her tongue, her warm breath over skin. “I’m telling you know that would never happen. I’m yours. I have been for a very long time.”
Granite shuddered at her words, his hands coming to rest around her waist, the first time they moved without him asking permission. “This can’t be undone. I never want you to regret us. I wanted to give you enough time to be sure.”
“The wolf inside me growls whenever you’re near. She wants to burrow into you and reach inside you so deeply that you’ll never be able to tell where wolf ends and dragon begins. She howls in disappointment every time you leave this apartment still not smelling of mate.”
His hips were rubbing against hers, the muscles of his stomach clenching under her fingers where she was exploring him. Little growls were coming from him, low sounds she doubted he realized he was making.
“Don’t dragons claim their mate? Mark them so well no one will ever try to challenge the claim? My wolf is demanding a strong mate to claim her and protect their den, and my human heart loves you so much I can’t stand the thought of not living with you this lifetime. Granite…I’m yours. So mark me.”
Granite held her tighter to him, their chests rising and falling in synchronicity. She was almost too hot, but he was a dragon, and he could handle whatever fire she possessed.
He nuzzled into her neck, pressing kisses to the soft skin, to the pulse point that told how hard her heart was beating. His fingertips pressed into the flesh of her back, the thin shirt not any kind of barrier, but he wanted it gone now.
Stepping back for a scant moment, he pulled it away, leaving her upper body bare. He took her in for a moment before stepping back into her arms, resuming the caress of his fingers as he rubbed his cheek against her hair, dipping his head to breathe in her scent.
“What are you doing?” Her voice held the hint of laughter, and he rejoiced in it.
“Marking you. I’m going to do it in every way possible.” Now he rubbed his cheek against every inch of skin above her neck, and the hint of laughter in her voice became peals of laughter as she tried to dodge him. “Every inch of you is going to smell like me. And in turn, every inch of me is going to smell like you. Even a bloody bear will be able to figure out we’re together.”
“The way you talk about bears. I think that’s discrimination.”
“Hmmm.” He loved the laughter in her voice, wanted to hear it always. But there was a fire in him, growing hotter every moment. He was restraining it best he could, but her words had unleashed something primal within him.
His mate had accepted him. Wanted him. Offered herself to him.
He loved her laughter, tried to hold on to the lightness, but something dark and primitive w
as riding him now. Never to hurt her, never that, but…
Mark her…
In her strength, she had ordered him to prove himself worthy of such a she-wolf, and the dragon’s wings snapped at the challenge, claws coming out. It wanted its mate. Wanted her fire. Wanted her fierceness. The dragon had finally been accepted, and it would have its mate tonight, bind her to him for eternity.
He nuzzled her temple, and though her head was down, she looked up at him through those long eyelashes, the effect making her seem just a bit shy, and he couldn’t let that go. Granite tilted her head up and kissed her, long and hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth and claiming her, until her laughter dried up, until desperation started to inform her movements, her rocking against him, pushing her bare breasts into his chest and nestling her hips against his.
Frost’s fingernails dug into his shoulders as she held on, and he relished the small sting of pain, her claim of ownership on him. He wanted her to mark every inch with tooth and claw.
His mouth moved to her throat again, but not in a repeat of the gentle nuzzling of earlier. Now, he wanted signs of his possession on her. He latched onto her neck, using teeth and suction, and her moans rose as she squirmed against him. He kept at it, backing off occasionally to run over the mark with his tongue, to blow on the wet spot until little goosebumps popped up, until it was on the verge of too much. He stopped and went back to her mouth.
She was mindless, attacking his mouth, her arms now coming around to wrap around his waist, and now she used her claws on his back, the scratches still light, but the sense of possession beneath them undeniable. His hands roamed down over the curve of her breasts and across the expanse of her stomach until they reached her hips. His thumbs molded over her hipbones, and he pressed, just enough to hold her still, just enough to make a small bruise she would see every time she looked down.
She squirmed, but he held firm, and when she wouldn’t settle he brought one hand to the front of her panties and plunged inside, using his fingers to spread her pussy lips so he could get to her clit. He wasted no time, using her own juices for lubrication, he began to stroke over her. Hard, firm, small strokes, which gave small stings of pleasure and just as quickly took them away.
“Oh.” The word was more an exhale of breath than anything approaching speech, but she stopped her movements, trying her best to spread her legs and let him further in.
It was heaven under his fingertips, the friction and wetness bringing the dragon’s possessive instincts out faster.
As always, his mate surprised him. Just as he thought he had her subdued, her hands shot out to grab at the waist of his pants, digging into the material to open the button and tug the zipper down. He would have expected her to rush through this, but instead, her hands were slow and steady, a tease, and the look in her eyes when his gaze met hers told him it was on purpose.
His fingers slowed on her as well, and she gave a frustrated groan, her hips flexing to get more touch. Even as she did this, her hand took advantage of his now opened pants, and her fingers curled around his cock over the fabric of his underwear. She slowly stroked him, pulling the silky cloth over the sensitive skin and heightening the sensation until his eyes were rolling at the dual touch of him on her and her on him.
They chased each other, each rub and stroke had the other following it, both of them growing louder, growls and maddening sighs, until Granite broke. Not able to take it anymore, he fell to his knees in front of her, instantly burrowing into the swell of her thighs, his tongue now moving over her underwear in a simulation of what she’d just done to him.
Her hands grabbed at his head, her fingers curling and pulling his hair, and he welcomed it like he welcomed the arch of her back and the rush of wetness from her cunt, soaking through the fabric of the panties and reaching his tongue. Granite growled, reaching around to grab her ass and pull her harder into him. He wanted every drop, and he wasn’t going to deny himself.
Her ass was perfect, and he flexed his fingers to fondle the soft globes. Now the scrap of fabric was beginning to annoy him, getting in the way of feeling her as he wanted, and he pulled far enough away from her to tear the offending material down her legs and fling it away from them.
She stood nude above him, all gorgeous limbs and mouthwatering scent, and placing one leg over his shoulder, he dove in again, wanting to sate himself on her.
He could eat her forever. Nothing was more delicious than the taste of her now, the crisp tang of her on his tongue. With his tongue he traced every curve, poked into every waiting space. Her legs were shaking, and only her fingers in his hair and his hands on her ass kept her upright.
Frost was looking down at him, her eyes wide and wild, her mouth open and gasping. Granite kept their gazes locked as he took everything from her, as he explored her, until she was the one who broke their connection, throwing her head back and crying out while her body shuddered around his tongue and her pussy drenched his face with her release.
He still wasn’t finished licking into her, but Frost had other ideas. While he was still drunk on her taste and her cries, she had somehow come back enough to pull her leg off his shoulder. The hands still wrapped in his hair pushed him backwards, and before he could register what was happening, Granite found himself flat on his back.
His jeans and underwear were gone within one moment, and at the next, Frost was on the floor, her mouth only inches from his rock-hard dick and a sharp look in her eye that belied the fact she had come hard not two minutes ago.
Her pink tongue darted to touch just the tip of him, just a tease before settling back in her mouth. Then she did it again, and again, until his heart began to speed up and breath began to harshen.
Before he could grab her, she seemed to decide that it was enough playing, because now her tongue drew a long wet line down the underside of his cock, then came up again, and then began another round. It was still too light of a sensation, but since she wasn’t backing away again, he held onto the fraying edges of his control and let her continue as she wanted.
The tongue disappeared, and now she nuzzled him there, brushing her cheeks, nose, lips over his cock and balls, her warm breath steady on him as her own little moans told how she enjoyed this.
Granite had to close his eyes for a moment so he wouldn’t come all over that face that was now rubbing against him. She looked content and mischievous and sexy, and she was so fucking beautiful his heart ached about as much as his dick did.
Then he started, eyes popping open at the pressure of her tongue on his balls, lapping at him before the wet glide was once again on his cock. She went to the top and stopped for a moment, circling the head and tasting the moisture that was leaking from him right now.
His breath was sharp and quick, ringing in his own ears, and as he watched Frost’s mouth closed over the head and slowly, so fucking slowly, she slid down the length of his cock and began to suck.
Her tongue worked along the underside of his cock while she kept up a fierce suction, her hand working on any part of his dick not in her mouth. Her lips were shiny with spit, gleaming in the low light against his skin, and her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked. She kept her mouth tight around him, and his toes were curling in pleasure, his hips giving sharp jerks against everything he willed, wanting to be even deeper in that glorious heat.
She pulled away and sat up on her knees, a Cheshire cat smile gracing her lips, and Granite bit off the instinctive protest. Coming in her mouth was for another day. Tonight, he wanted buried in that sweet little body.
“Bedroom,” he rasped, the need to be buried in her riding him hard.
But she shook her head and crawled over him, their sweat-slicked skin gliding over one another. “Here,” she responded, eyes bright and full of challenge. “Fuck me here.”
Granite’s hand went to cup the back of her head and bring her face down to his, their mouths meeting again, now with their combined tastes in their mouths, and Granite growled low in his throat, taking
her mouth until he had absorbed every drop.
When he broke the kiss Frost gasped, eyes near wild. “Fuck me,” she repeated.
“Get on top of me then.”
She shook her head and leaned down to nip his throat. “No. I want you to take me on hands and knees.”
An instinctive negation came to his throat, and he was already half way to shaking his head. They hadn’t discussed that, and he didn’t…couldn’t…hurt her.
Frost nipped him again, harder now. “My wolf wants her mate to fuck her raw, and if he isn’t going to do it, then I might have to find someone who can.”
The growl issued from his throat before he could stop it, and his hands came up to clamp around her arms as though stopping her from leaving the apartment.
She pushed at him and he let her go, though his eyes never left her as she sat up. Shifting, she moved a couple feet away from him before turning her back to him. “A wolf doesn’t turn their back or show their belly unless something instinctive within them tells them it’s safe.” Now she looked over her shoulder, those gorgeous eyes drilling into him. “I trust my mate, and I expect my mate to trust me. And if I tell you I’m doing exactly what I want, I expect you to trust in that.”
“I trust you above my clan.” The quiet declaration was said without inflection, without force, and the lack of anything to push it told more of their sincerity than yelling ever could.
“Then trust me in this, mate.”
His beautiful, fierce, protective mate was looking at him with eyes that still held the edge of scared. She needed him, needed his words and his trust, and he would give them. “Then tell me what you want, she-wolf. Tell me what my bitch needs.”
Frost breathed faster at his words, pure confidence coming back to her actions. Her body grew languorous, her attitude all seduction. Suddenly he hated every photographer who ever took a picture of her, because that meant this siren was not for his eyes alone.
But then again, the trust, and the look in her eyes – that was his alone. And that was enough.
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