“Fuck,” he curses softly, fighting the urge to capture her lips and take his first taste of her for as long as he can. He needs to give her the choice. “I need to kiss you Rea, more than I need my next breath.”
“Alarik,” she whispers. He feels her body tremble against his and senses her eagerness as well.
“If you don’t want me to, just say the word, Rea, and I’ll let you go,” he murmurs, inches away from her lips. The anticipation is killing him, but he waits for her answer. He should give her time, but the idea of living another moment without her taste on his tongue is not something he wants to experience. And neither does his bear.
“Kiss me, mate,” she whispers before lifting onto her tiptoes, closing the last bit of distance and igniting an explosive first kiss. It’s fucking magic.
He growls against her lips as his body ignites in a way he’s never experienced. Everything about this moment, his lips pressed to hers, is right. There is no doubt in his mind what this kiss means to them both.
It’s fucking perfection.
It’s the way a kiss should be.
He guides her backward until her back hits a wall and pins her to it before grinding his hips into hers. His cock throbs against her softness, needing more, and it takes what strength he has left in his body not to drop to his knees just yet so he can worship her body the way she deserves.
Soon, he promises himself.
Reaghan moans throatily and wraps her arms around Alarik’s neck, pulling him even closer. She opens her to mouth to his teasing tongue and matches his fervor with her own.
She can’t get enough.
She’ll never get enough.
The moment their lips touched, it was like lightning striking the ground, lighting her up in a way she never thought possible. He tastes like sin, and she was already addicted.
After his shift back into his human form, Reaghan got an eyeful of his glorious cock, and her inner goddess nearly fainted. He was huge and nothing like she had experience with, but feeling his hardness pressed against her waylaid her fears and filled her body with a needy warmth that settled in between her legs.
Fuck, she’d never been so turned on before.
He breaks away from her lips to leave of trail of kisses across her jaw and down the column of her neck. The sensation leaves her breathless and aching. Her hands roam his hot skin, memorizing every dip and curve of his lean muscle, and then settle on his ass, pressing him harder against her.
He reaches down to capture one leg and hook it around his waist. She lifts her other leg, wrapping both of them around his waist. The moment his cock settles in between her legs, Reaghan can’t see straight. She’s blinded with need and tries to thrust against his hardness.
“Alarik,” she whispers drunkenly, unable to think about anything but the way her body feels, and the man pressed against her. She wants him every way she can have him, but tonight she’s determined to let loose.
She’d been wrong to spend her life thinking she’d never find someone to love. From the moment she met him, she felt the pull, and while many would call her crazy, she knew deep down in her soul this was right. Alarik was meant for her and he’d go to the ends of the earth for her.
It didn’t scare her one bit when she realizes she’d do the same for him.
Claim him, her dragon purrs from deep inside. Reaghan knows what she wants her to do. Isla explained the process to her, but she held back, wanting the moment to be right. Alarik has already told he would claim her, so she plans to enjoy the sensations filling her body now.
Claim her, make her ours, his bear demands, but Alarik isn’t in a hurry. It’s clear to him, by the way Reaghan is kissing him back with equal fervor, she’s accepted him as her mate. And if that wasn’t a dead giveaway, the way she commanded his bear said it all.
“Rea, baby, as much as I’d love to continue kissing you senseless,” he begins before pulling away from her neck—and already he’s missing the taste of her honey skin. “We need to slow down.”
She watches him with lust hazed eyes, showing her blatant need for him. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, more than okay. I just don’t want you to feel rushed,” he explains, lifting a hand to cup her cheek and finding himself lost in her vibrant purple eyes. “We have the rest of our lives.”
“Oh,” she murmurs softly. “But what if I don’t want to stop?”
“Rea—”
“I’ve never felt this way before and I don’t want it to stop,” she reasons. “Nothing about us has been slow and I don’t want to start now. You’re it for me, Alarik. My dragon says so and so does every part of my body.”
“What are you saying, mate?”
“I’m telling you to make me yours,” she leans forward, stopping just before her lips touch his. “In every way. Claim me, Alarik.”
Alarik captures her lips, this time letting the feelings he’s been holding back bleed through. Her nails scrap along the bare skin of his back and he growls, loving the way it feels.
He reaches for the hem of her shirt, slipping his fingers underneath the material to feel her soft skin, teasing her with his touch. But he wants more. He needs more. He pulls her shirt higher until she lifts her arms, allowing him to pull the damn thing over her head.
He makes quick work of her bra and leans back to take in the sight of her topless and writhing in his arms. More than a handful, her breasts hang beautifully, like a pair of perfect teardrops, and his cock jumps at the thought of running his tongue along the dusky peeks, nipping and sucking them until she loses herself in pleasure. Alarik wraps his around her, careful to support her lush ass, before turning and tossing her on his bed.
He follows her down, reaching to palm her breast, kneading the soft flesh as he brushes his thumbs over her taut nipples. She arches her back, offering herself up to him like a sacrifice.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Rea,” he murmurs and leans down to capture one sweet bed into his mouth. Her skin is sugar sweet but her reaction to him makes it all the sweeter.
His body aches to take her, to plunder her lush body and lose himself in her. His hand travels the curve of her waist as he dips his finger into the waistband of her jeans.
“I need to see all of you.”
He watches as her hand travels the length of her chest and torso, to work the zipper of her jeans. He hooks his thumbs into them, working them down past her hips, catching sight of her black thong. The scent of her arousal fills the air, making his mouth water, and he spreads her legs wide the moment they’re free of the denim. Her sex peeks at him from under the black fabric, glistening with her need. One hard tug is all it takes to rip her panties from her body.
The sight of her pretty pink flesh causes him to growl with possessive need. Fuck, he doesn’t think he’ll every get enough of this. Everything about her is perfect. She was made for him.
Mine.
He growls, dropping to his knees and inhaling her honey sweet scent. She has a body meant for worshipping, and he is more than ready to pay homage to it. His head dips lower, pushing her thighs further apart, until every inch of her pussy is exposed to him.
His places a kiss on the inside of her thigh and smirks at the sound of her breath hitching in her chest from the anticipation. He kisses her opposite thigh teasingly, this time trailing a series of kisses up, stopping just short of her pussy lips.
“Stop teasing me,” she moans, gripping the sheet tight in her hands. He chuckles and grants her wish, swiping his tongue from top to bottom and back. He’s careful to flick her sensitive nub, making her body jolt as pleasure shoots through her body. He repeats the motion, this time sucking it into his mouth and relishing the way her body reacts to him.
He slips a digit into her wetness, wanting to hear her cry out as she comes on his fingers.
Fuck she’s tight. His cock throbs hard at the thought of being inside her tight warmth, but his fingers will have to do for now. He needs her to ready her for him.
He swipes his tongue again before nipping and nibbling, setting a comfortable pace with the intention to push her closer to the edge. Her body responds to him like a dream, and she lifts her hips, meeting each thrust of his finger with one of her hips. Her body quakes underneath him as he slips another finger inside, setting a new pace and adjusting his angle to hit the sensitive spot inside of her. She arches her back as the sensation of his mouth and his fingers consume her.
“Alarik,” she whispers, threading her fingers into his hair and throwing her head back.
“Look at me, Rea,” he commands, and she looks down at the sight of him and groans. Alarik feels her pussy walls clamp down onto his fingers as her orgasm hits her. She grips his head, riding out the waves on his face, flooding his fingers with her sweetness.
He’s never seen a more beautiful sight in his life, nor tasted this kind of perfection until now. He slows his fingers, lapping up her juices like a starving man, his senses on overload as he consumes her, bringing her down. He stands, quickly shedding his jeans, and leans over her to catch her lips in a heated kiss.
“Rea, I need you,” he murmurs against her lips, placing the head of his cock at her entrance. He feels her adjust underneath him, before her hands grip her ass and her pelvis lifts, inviting to take her.
Claim her now, his bear says as Alarik feels his teeth elongate.
He pushes forward into her, and groans loudly as her tightness envelopes his cock.
“Jesus,” he swears, already seeing stars. He tries to busy his mind, desperate to make the moment last for as long as he can make it, but as she clamps down onto him teasingly, he knows he doesn’t have long. He moves, thrusting in and out, setting a slow and steady pace. He concentrates on the feeling of her walls as he coaxes her into oblivion.
Claim her, his grizzly demands ferociously, desperate to make his connection permanent with her.
Alarik wraps his arms around her and rolls onto his back without breaking their connection, sittings up. Reaghan straddles his lap, taking control of the rhythm and picking up the pace.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” he grunts, running his hands along the skin of her. A tingle shoots from his balls to his spine, and he knows he’s close. “Come for me, Rea.”
“Alarik,” she moans, snaking a hand between their bodies to find her clit. He can feel her body tightening with every new thrust as she rubs the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs. “You feel so good.”
He tosses his head back and grips her hips, desperate to control his body and allow his bear to have his moment. He catches her eyes, noting the shimmering iridescent green watching him under hooded lids.
“Do you want me to mark you, Rea? You’ll be mine forever.”
“I already am.” She nods at him with knowing, sending his body into overdrive.
“I’ll try not to hurt you.”
Fuck, she is beautiful, his bear vibrates, close to the surface of Alarik’s skin. His tongue darts out to trace the line of her collar bone and he inhales jasmine. He opens his mouth and growls as he bites down onto her creamy white shoulder, marking her and making her his. She cries out as her body convulses from the sensation, pushing her over the edge.
“Mark me. Make me yours,” he grunts before surging forward again, this time hard and fast.
“Yes,” she whimpers, and her dragon smile inwardly, recognizing the act. Reaghan’s heart soars knowing they will never be a part and she has found her perfect mate. She feels a deep need inside of her as her orgasm intensifies at the thought. She relaxes into the pleasure, letting her instincts take control. With a single swipe, Reaghan marks his chest with her razor-sharp talon, claiming him and causing his control to snap.
Yes, her dragon purrs as the connection strengthens between them
She marked him. His mind reels as his body jerks and shudders. He releases a breathy groan and loses himself in intense pleasure. Her pussy milks his cock, latching onto it for every last drop until there is nothing left to give. He feels her slump forward into his arms, completely spent from her own pleasure.
Alarik leans back, taking her with him. She pulls away from him before moving to his side and snuggling into the crook of his neck.
He sighs deeply, hardly able to believe his luck. His mate relaxes against and Alarik lifts an arm to touch the bright red marking on her body. She purrs under his touch, reacting to their deepening connection and he smiles. Seeing her lose herself in their pleasure is something he’ll never get tired of seeing. Pushing her body to the brink and falling over the edge with her will be his favorite thing to do for the rest of their lives.
He drags in a deep breath, and watches as her eyes grow heavy and her breathing changes.
No, this will be his favorite thing to do for the rest of their lives.
Falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Ten
Alarik’s cell phone wakes him from a sound sleep, but the soft female sleeping next to him and the scent of jasmine stills him. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment over a phone call. Whoever it was can leave a message or wait for him to call back later. No, all he wanted to do was exist in this moment when her warm, lush body pressed against his.
Being with Reaghan was indescribable, and for the first time in his life, he felt complete.
Claiming her as his mate and guiding her through the process on her end, wasn’t how he planned to spend the day, but that didn’t make it any less special.
It was basically a dream come true.
He can’t imagine a woman more perfect for him. Her strength of character and her ability to process and accept her new reality has been nothing short of amazing. She was raised to be strong, and for that Alarik was grateful.
A sudden pounding at his door jolts the woman in his arms awake, and Alarik silently curses the person disturbing the moment.
“Alarik,” his brother Everik shouts from the other side. “Open the door.”
“Fuck off,” he shouts as Reaghan pulls up the covers to hide her flushed face.
“Damn it, man, do you think I wanna be standing out here pounding on your door, knowing your mate is there with you?”
“Then don’t. Get lost.”
“We tried calling, but you didn’t answer,” he shouts, sounding annoyed and frustrated at the same time. Alarik shifts on the bed, careful not to disturb Reaghan anymore than necessary on the small surface, and pulls his jeans on.
He turns in time to see her peek out from under the blankets, and he shoots her a wink.
“Don’t you dare think about getting dressed, I’m not done with you yet.” He smirks before opening the door and stepping outside to find his brother isn’t alone. The man standing with him is one Alarik is all too familiar with from his time with the Enforcers. “Roman Delgado, fancy seeing you here. What the fuck are you doing out here in my neck of the woods?”
Roman greets him with a nod and a stone face, “Rik, sorry to disturb you man, but I’ve got something important to tell you about. Can we talk in private?”
“You’re in safe company,” he tells him and glances over at his brother. This isn’t a social call, which he should have known because Roman only ever comes out when the subject is serious. “Everik, Roman and I knew each other back in my Enforcer days. He was one of the men we worked with on some undercover shit. It’s natural for him to be wary of people he doesn’t know.”
Truth be told, Roman is a nomad in the shifter world. It’s an uncommon lifestyle because their survival sometimes depends on numbers.
Alarik only knew of one other shifter who preferred to be left alone. Bastian Michaels. Hidden the desert of Arizona, Alarik understood why the man preferred a quieter life. Bastian’s gift was a dangerous one, even to himself.
Unfortunately for Roman, it wasn’t his lifestyle that put him in the Enforcer’s radar. It was his ability and what he was doing with it. Roman a master manipulator with the ability to influence a person to reveal deep secrets or critical information
with just a little bit of coercion. Of course, his victims are aware of what’s happening, but they can’t stop it. So, when Roman’s done getting what he needs, he must dispose of them. To say there is blood on Roman’s hands is an understatement, which is why he became a target.
Ultimately, it was his reasoning and his targets that turned him into an asset. He wasn’t targeting innocents, and the information he gathered gave the Enforcers a leg up on an important case.
“You’ve got a mole in your group here,” Roman starts, making Alarik’s blood run cold. He glances back to the fifth wheel before motioning for both men to follow him. The last thing he wants to do is worry Reaghan about clan bullshit, even if it might have something to do with her.
Especially then. Maybe it wasn’t his call to make, but she’s been through enough. No need to put her through more, not if he can help it.
“What is he talking about?” Everik asks, concern and worry in his voice as he follows on his brother’s heels.
“I intercepted a call.” Roman keeps going, ignoring Everik’s question. “Someone wanted information about contacting a hunter. Claimed they had information about a female dragon.”
“I’m not sure what that has to do with us.” Alarik spins around and stops a few hundred feet from where his mate lay waiting for him. Everik’s gaze snaps toward his brother, but he’s smart enough to keep his mouth closed.
“The name Stanley St. Clare ring a bell?” Roman asks, and both Alarik and Everik growl.
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