“What I need?” With that effortless grace she always possessed, she moved forward until, with a little wiggle, she settled her arms against the floor, her spectacular ass facing him. “Why don’t you show me what I need?”
Her smell was hot and strong, and her body was an open invitation to him. There was no doubt or hesitation in her. She was herself – a strong female waiting for a male strong enough to claim her.
And fuck if he wouldn’t claim her. With her words and actions, she’d made it clear she was waiting for him to step up and prove himself. He was going to do just that.
Granite draped over her, rocking his hips against her and pressing hard for a moment before backing away. He waited for the small breathy moan to stop before he did it again, repeating the movement, going always a little harder with every pass, his dick rubbing against the divine softness of her pussy and ass.
Speaking of that ass…with the next movement he ground into it, his fingers clutching Frost’s hips to keep her still, the soft noises she made spurring him on. He leaned down to taste the skin of her back, bringing in the salty tang of her, mingling it with the other tastes of the night.
Frost was pressing back against him, her ass moving as if it could direct his dick where she wanted. He clutched down harder and was rewarded with her wail of frustration.
He leaned up until he was speaking into her ear. “You want my dick?”
“I want that dick fucking into me right now.” His fierce she-wolf looked ready to do damage to him if he didn’t follow her orders.
Granite grabbed his cock, lining it up with her open, wet pussy, teasing them both by touching her with just the head before pulling back.
“Dammit.” Before Frost could begin to cuss him, Granite pushed forward in a long, steady stroke, burying himself balls-deep, his head coming to rest on her shoulder and a loud groan escaped them both.
He gave himself a moment, but Frost would not allow anything longer than that. She flexed her hips, bringing him in even deeper though he didn’t think it was possible. Granite scraped his teeth against her shoulder in retaliation, but with a smug smile, she proceeded to do it again.
He bit her ear, delighting in the small gasp before pushing himself up to get leverage.
Looking down, all Granite could take in was Frost’s pussy lips stretched wide around him, that ass he loved waiting to cushion his thrusts, and he had to close his eyes to regain control. She was warm and wet and tight, and if he didn’t get himself in hand, this was only going to last for three thrusts.
It began with small thrusts, which didn’t satisfy her, but did give him much needed time to simmer down. Within minutes though, small thrusts gained both speed and strength, and he was sliding in and out, using his entire length to bring her pleasure.
She shifted beneath him, tilting her hips slightly, and with only that small movement, both of them fit. By the sharp increase of her moans and screams, he was hitting something exactly right, and he moved faster, hammering her with everything in him.
She was making a continuous stream of shrieks and bit-off words, her body tight and hot inside and starting to pulse around him as he kept working her, giving his mate everything of himself. While she cried her pleasure, he took his own, watching as her body took his, watching as his cock disappeared inside her, watching himself fuck her.
Her hand came back to pull on his hip, her nails now the sharpest yet. “Come in me, come in me…give me what we both need.” Her words were not thought out but torn from her, and Granite saw it, his come marking her inside while his fingers and tongue marked her outside, marked her as his forever, and this was it. Granite pulled back and slammed into her again and again, until she was shrieking, until her fingernails dug themselves so keep in his skin they would leave scars, until her arm out and her chest was flat on the floor while her hips were held up by him, and she was clawing the rug underneath her, her head twisted to the side, eyes shut and her pleasured cries continuing long, long moments.
Even as her body cradled his and her cries rent the air, Granite’s body demanded its own release, demanded to be part of his mate, and the pleasure he’d been holding back came to the fore. His hips bowed under the force of his release, his come shooting deep into her. He kept his rhythm, kept coming in her, the dragon demanding his mate be filled with him, so filled she’d never question who she belonged with again.
When consciousness returned, they were both laying on the floor. Granite had his arms around Frost and she was pulled tight against him, and she was nuzzling underneath his neck, her breaths more like purrs, one leg swung over his hip.
The dragon was still close to the surface, still possessive, and without thought one of Granite’s hands came between her legs to rest against her pussy, pushing any come that had started to slip out back inside her.
“Oh,” she said again, her legs spreading wider and hips moving to give him more access. Then a devilish gleam appeared in her eye. “Are you sure you don’t want to go down and inspect your work?”
“Don’t tempt me,” he said, pushing slightly harder and up, to that spot inside her that he’d found during their lovemaking, and that he was planning on using against her at every possible opportunity. Instantly her eyes closed and her head fell back, a long moan escaping her throat.
She brought her head up to kiss him, a kiss which was sweet and sexy and also, somehow, a promise. Breaking it with little nips and nuzzles against him, she said, “You feel it too, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Sometime during their lovemaking, the bond had formed. She was in his head, a warm, wanted presence, and though it had only happened, Granite couldn’t believe he’d lived so long without it – wondered how he functioned before it existed.
“You’re wonderful.”
“I’m blessed,” he came back with, leaning down to kiss her again.
Frost smiled at him, and his heart nearly burst from his chest at those clear, loving eyes. “How about we agree that we’re both blessed, and then you get that cock back in me and fill me with more come? Who knows,” she continued, leaning up to rub her cheek against his, “You do that enough, and we might just have a baby before you know it.”
And before his heart stopped from the sheer joy of her statement, he took her mouth with his again, and set about to once again make his she-wolf scream.
Chapter Nine
The bar was low-rent and dirty. The smell of beer and cheap whiskey soaked through the walls, mixing with the undertone of pool chalk and cigarette smoke.
The clientele fit the bar exactly, as if they had been cast for a movie, dressing their parts. For the men, it was jeans and t-shirts and leather jackets and boots. For the women, it was either short, skintight, or both. Motorcycles lined the bar’s outside, and he had yet to see someone without a tattoo.
Obsidian and Malachite were noticed as they entered, but true to the nature of the place, the patrons were aware of them, marked them as outsiders, but didn’t do anything beyond that. This was a place people came to expecting not to be bothered, and unless rules were broken, no one would.
Malachite raked the bar’s interior. “I hate to say it, but Bas is wrong. She’s not here.”
Obsidian pressed his lips together, not answering yet. Right now he was undecided and uncertain – a state of mind he rarely felt, and a state he loathed. He needed Bas to right, that Ashirah was here, so badly his hands trembled every time he let himself realize what it would mean, that over twenty years of searching would be over.
But for her to be here… Someone from here would not know how to survive his world. Would not have been brought up to fulfill the duties of mate of the Clan Leader. It would be impossible for her to truly act as a mate in all the ways he needed. Governing his people and keeping his Clan safe in this world was not a job he could put down and take up. It was everything he was. Someone from here would have no idea of the true meaning of what he’d require of them.
Maybe this was a sign, a signal to sto
p his search and turn back. It had been so long, maybe the bond would have died by now. Or maybe it was stronger in his mind that what the reality would be.
There were plenty of females who wanted to be his mate. His Clan was powerful and ancient, and any of the other clans would welcome an alliance and a mating.
Yes, it was time to go. It was time to give up the dream of finding Ashirah and do what was in the best interest of the Clan. It was time to stop being alone and take a companion for himself, one who was suited for his world and would be strong at his side.
Yes. That was best.
Obsidian nodded to Malachite. “It’s time to-”
Craving burst through him, stopping his voice and rooting his legs into the ground. The sharp essence of fire, the smell of heat and ash, burrowing into his nose and coating his tongue, then diving deeper, a molten flame which ran over every nerve ending, singing everything in its wake, burning off what was old and deadened so what remained now opened in sharp and vibrant life.
Obsidian turned his head to see a woman emerge from the back door of the bar, carrying a case of beer. Her black, shiny hair hung down over her back and shoulders, the only adornment a small braid hanging in the front. Her vibrant green eyes were lined in heavy black, and her generous mouth was coated in red. She wore a black halter top that left her shoulders and stomach bare, allowing an uninterrupted view of the flat plane of her stomach and swell of her breasts.
Like everyone else, she had tattoos. On the side of her torso were several lines of script, but with her movements, he couldn’t concentrate to read what it said. Her left arm had a large piece that looked to be some sort of gate. As he pondered what that could signify, she turned around to reach for some of the liquor bottles lining the mirrored shelves.
His breath froze in his throat at what he was seeing.
As if she wanted to show him, her hair fell forward so that it left her back bare. The band of her black shirt still covered a large chunk of the tattoo, and he crushed the desire to run to her and pull that shirt off, to look at the tattoo with no interference.
It took every inch of space from the turn of her shoulders down to the small of her back. It was all bold color and large lines, meant to grab attention and hold it.
There were dragon’s wings above her shirt, and dragon’s claws below it, and he hated that piece of fabric for keeping him from seeing what the dragon’s face was.
And the dragon was red.
Obsidian stepped forward as she turned back from the shelves, putting the liquor on the bar top. Lazily her head came up to look over the room, a normal sweep of an employee making sure all was well.
Her eyes caught his and she stilled, a rabbit aware it was being watched by a hawk.
He hadn’t made up the color of her eyes. That jade green haunted him some nights, to the point he told himself a color like that didn’t exist in reality. But he had been wrong.
She was here. The little tuft of black hair turned into a sleek mane, and he itched to run his fingers through it. He wanted to hold her down, bury his face in her skin. He wanted to smell and taste every inch, and then he wanted to do it again, and again, and again. He wanted the world around them to disappear, to narrow until they were the only two beings who existed.
The air hummed between them, and she felt it too, her mouth parting as she took him in. Whatever she had been told, whatever had been withheld from her, the core of her recognized him.
“Ashirah…”
And she ran.
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