Kenna turned away, her gaze flicking over the positively colossal dog asleep on the floor to her left. Had it always been there? How had she missed seeing it until now? Was she that lost to her—
“Did you feel better?” Rick’s voice was low. Steady.
“I did. For a day. Then I quit the force, drove to the airport and bought a one-way ticket to Australia. I wanted to get as far away as I could from dragon shifters and I figured there wouldn’t be many here.” She chuckled, shaking her head as she looked back at Rick. “I was wrong.”
He studied her. Nothing about his face told her what he was thinking. Damn it, why didn’t female dragon shifters have the ability to read their mates’ minds, as male shifters did? It seemed woefully unfair.
“But if you hadn’t come here, you never would have met me, correct?”
She blinked at his question, her pulse pounding in her ears. “No. I wouldn’t have.”
A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth and he lifted his hand to her face, cupping her jaw with a gentle caress. “Then how can it be wrong?”
Before she could answer, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss unlike any she’d experienced. Soft, tender, reverent.
Loving.
And just like that, the mating fire simmering through her body and soul for the entire telling of her sister’s fate blazed into a ravenous inferno.
Chapter 6
There was no coming back from it. No resisting or trying to flee. Rick’s lips moved over her mouth with a mastery of sensual exploration. He coaxed her lips apart with gentle swipes of his tongue. Just when Kenna thought she would burn alive from such a tender kiss alone, he delved into her mouth, his tongue finding hers, swirling over it, claiming it.
A low whimper sounded at the back of her throat. Her pussy constricted with demanding need. Time was running out, the minutes were ticking by, but she’d be damned if she was going to hurry Rick. Not when it felt so good just being kissed by him.
With a whimper closer to a moan, she crawled onto his lap, wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his back and pulled his body flush with hers.
His thick, hard cock nudged at her pussy, pressing at her clit through the material of their clothes. Kenna rolled her hips, ribbons of pleasure unfurling through her core, another whimper vibrating in her throat. His heart thumped fast, each beat in perfect harmony with her own. Neither was naked but she’d never felt so close to a living soul as she did now. It was surreal and magical and perfect.
It was the fire mating. And she was willing to burn in its force.
She swiped her tongue over Rick’s, grinding her sex against the insistent bulge of his trapped cock. He groaned into her mouth, or maybe he growled. Kenna wasn’t sure, but the carnal hunger of the sound flooded her sex with moisture.
A million kisses of heat danced over her flesh, so painfully delicious, for a moment Kenna was overcome. Her head lolled back, the very center of her existence thrumming. Rick’s lips scored a path down her chin, her throat. His teeth nipped at her collarbone before he journeyed back up to her mouth.
“I want to be inside you, Kenna. I want to be inside you now, but fuck me, I can’t stop kissing you long enough to strip.”
His confession sent waves of blissful tension through Kenna. She caught his bottom lip with her teeth and gave it a gentle bite, tangling her fingers in his hair. “I know the feeling, Dr. Hayes.”
His cock jerked against her spread folds at the words, his mouth reclaiming hers with savage greed. Fresh moisture pooled in Kenna’s sex. Oh God, she couldn’t wait much longer. Her dragon couldn’t. The very cells of her dual existence weren’t just on fire, they were in a state of flux. Not because time was rapidly running away, but because she was so…so… Was there even a word to describe what she was?
Aroused.
Overwhelmed.
Ready.
Yes, she was all those things, and something else. Something she never, ever expected.
Open.
She was open to everything Rick offered. Everything Rick wanted to give her. Everything he could give…would give.
She was open to being herself. With this man, who made her burn with just a kiss, who made her laugh with just a grin, who knew what she was and didn’t want her for that. She was open to being the creature she’d denied for so long.
The thought shot through her like a bullet. She gasped, pulling back. No, not just pulling away from Rick, reeling back.
He blinked, his hands refusing to release her. “Kenna?”
She stared at him, her sex still grinding against his erection, her blood molten in her veins, her dragon roaring in her soul. “Make me yours,” she said, her voice steady. “Make love to me, fill me, mate with me and make me yours.”
Rick’s lips curled into a slow smile, his gaze holding hers. “Gladly.”
And, with that single word, he pushed her onto her back and covered her body with his.
His mouth ravished hers, hungry and dominating. Whereas the first kiss had been tender, almost hesitant, this kiss was its opposite. Kenna reveled in its mastery. She’d never let herself succumb to a kiss before. On the rare occasions she had allowed herself a date, she’d ended the poor hopeful men’s kisses before a tongue could pass her lips.
Rick’s tongue wasn’t just past her lips, it was owning her mouth. Owning, possessing.
Taking all the pleasure he’d awakened and feeding Kenna his own.
Deep inside, her dragon surged—so close to release, every breath Kenna pulled evaporated before it filled her lungs. Reaching for Rick, seeking him, needing him.
She moaned, curling her arms around his shoulders and balling her fists in his hair. He hissed in a breath against her mouth and thrust his cock harder to her pussy. She hooked a leg around his thigh, grinding closer to his rigid length. The abrasive pressure on her clit—heightened by the cotton of her knickers and thickness of her trousers—sent shards of wicked sensations through her lower belly. She rolled her hips, aching to experience them again.
With a low chuckle, Rick dragged his mouth from hers, nibbling a lazy journey up to her ear. His breath fanned her flesh, his teeth catching the fleshy pad of her earlobe in a bite that made Kenna’s pussy constrict. “There’s not a hope in hell I’m going to rush this.”
But we’re running out of time.
The warning was trapped in her throat. How was she expected to form words, actual words, when she could barely think? Besides, unless he was a marathon foreplayer, she was safe. They were safe from the unthinkable.
As if to prove his claim, he explored her throat, her shoulder with languid kisses, tugging aside the collar of her shirt to grant his lips greater access to her flesh. She whimpered, part desperate for release, part drunk on his touch. When he tugged her shirt from her belted trousers and slid his hand over her rib cage, she didn’t just whimper, she begged for more.
And he gave it to her. His hand closed over her breast, kneading its swollen weight through the no-nonsense cotton of her bra. Her nipple beaded, pushing at his palm with eager impatience.
“I like that,” he murmured against the side of her neck, his thumb dragging over the taut peak of flesh, “how your nipple grows hard at my touch.”
Kenna closed her eyes, arching her back in a vain attempt to push her breast harder against his hand. “Damn, I like it too.”
He chuckled at her choked groan, pinching her nipple between fingers both strong and gentle.
Kenna sucked in a swift breath. “Again. Harder.”
He did as she asked, his lips feasting on the line of her jaw, her chin, her lips as he did so.
She moaned, arching into his touch once more. “Harder. Please…harder.”
And again he complied with her wishes, his thumb and finger pinching her nipple. Shards of pain shot through her, so tight and hot and delicious, she bucked beneath him. Oh God, he knew how to work her body. How to play her senses.
“Do you wan
t me to do that with my mouth, Kenna?”
The question was an abrasive caress on her throat.
She nodded, unable to find her voice.
“Say it.” He pinched her nipple again, emphasizing the pleasure working through her body at his touch. “Like you did back in my clinic. Say, ‘I want you to suck and bite my nipple, Rick’.”
“I want you to suck and bite my nipple, Rick.”
He chuckled, a low, dirty sound that made her pussy clench. Shifting his arm, he slid her shirt up her torso. The material bunched under her chin, the cool air of his living room falling over her newly exposed belly and breast. Before she could beg him to hurry, he closed his lips over her taut, aching nipple and sucked it through the cotton of her bra.
Oh God.
Kenna bucked again, her fists tightening in his hair. Rick’s mouth and tongue and teeth drew moan after moan after moan from her throat. He sucked and flicked and sucked some more. The pressure on her nipple grew, pushing her higher and higher to a precipice she longed to fall over. Deep inside, her dragon roared, a raw sound of demanding need.
Rick’s other hand stole to her waistline, his fingers tugging at the buckle of her belt. She’d forgone wearing her uniform belt, opting instead for a simple, black leather one. His clever fingers had it unbuckled before she realized it, perhaps because her head was spinning from the pleasure of his mouth. How could someone suck so long and ravenously on a nipple? How could she survive much longer?
“I’m going to do things with this belt later,” Rick murmured against her breast, his teeth and lips nipping at her flesh with each word. “Naughty things. But for now, I just want to feel your tight heat around my fingers.”
Kenna closed her eyes and rolled her head. She shuddered, waves of images bombarding her. Rick binding her wrists together behind her back with her belt. Rick bending her over a sofa and branding her ass with her belt. Rick biding them together by the wrists with her belt…
Damn, when had she become so licentious?
When you met him. When you pulled him over. And it’s not just a fire-mating thing. It’s everything. It’s human attraction. It’s human chemistry. It’s magical fate and pure, down-and-dirty human lust.
How had she been so lucky? Why had she been given what her sister hadn’t? The perfect mate?
“Rick,” she gasped. “I’m so close. So close. Please…”
He lifted his head and gaze at her, his eyes ablaze with desire. “Kenna,” he whispered. “Tell me what I’m feeling is real. Tell me it isn’t just some Druid-dragon, hocus-pocus thing.”
She raised her hips to grind her pussy against his straining erection. “It’s real, Rick.”
Something close to relief flooded his face…a second before he plunged his hand between their bodies, between her thighs, and penetrated her folds with his fingers.
“Oh fuck!”
She rammed her hips upward, the sudden invasion setting her body ablaze.
“Yes, oh yes!”
“You’re so tight, Kenna. So tight and so wet.” He wriggled his fingers deeper, as if to show her exactly where he planned to put his cock. “I am going to fuck you so completely.”
“Damn it, Rick,” she gasped. “Keep talking like that and I’ll come now.”
He chuckled again, and this time it wasn’t just dirty, it was filthy in its joy. “You like it?”
“I like it.”
“So if I tell you I’m going to fuck you with three fingers, not just one…” He slid another finger inside her sex and Kenna bit back a choked cry.
“Or if I say I’m going to pump your pussy full of my come…”
He shoved his fingers deeper, scissoring them with slow, deliberate action.
Kenna moaned, unable to do anything else.
“If I tell you I’m going to flip you onto your belly and fuck your arse with my tongue…”
“Rick. Rick!” His name burst from her in panting breaths. The pit of her belly knotted. How was he doing this to her? Making her burn so much? Was this what it had been like for Ciara? This overwhelming onslaught of senses and pleasure and carnal greed?
“I’m going to enter you soon, Kenna.” Rick’s voice vibrated against her breast. He suckled for a long moment, teasing her nipple with his teeth before raising his head to gaze at her again. “I’m trying like fuck to hold on, to control myself, but I can’t. I want you so fucking much I’m on fire.”
Fire. Oh God, fire.
The word sank into Kenna’s fogged brain. She sucked in a breath, sudden realization hitting her—realization of what would happen when she experienced a truly soul-shattering orgasm.
“Rick,” she stammered, trying to scramble from beneath him. She had to tell him, warn him. “Rick, you need to listen…”
But he wouldn’t let her go. Instead, he closed his mouth over her sodden bra and sucked on her nipple some more, delving his fingers deep into her sex before slipping them out and teasing her clit with his cream-slicked thumb.
“R-Rick.” Kenna tried to lift his head. She had to tell him. He needed to know. “Rick, when…when I come…like, really come…”
He dragged his hand up from between her legs and tore aside her bra.
Oh God.
His mouth took her exposed nipple with greedy force. She whimpered, the feel of his tongue on her flesh, the sensation of his mouth sucking her swollen tip almost too much. She knew that the second he buried his cock in her body, she was going to come. There was no doubt. If she didn’t tell him now…
“Rick, please,” she moaned. “You need to listen…”
“I’m not stopping, hon.” His voice was a growl on her breast. His hand had returned to her sex, his thumb rolling over and over her clit in slow, tormenting circles. “I’m making you mine, just as you asked.”
“I…I don’t want you to stop.” God, how was she even finding the strength to form words? “I need you to know…know what’s going to happen…when I come.”
He chuckled around her nipple. “I think I know that already, Kenna. You’re going to scream my name—loud. So loud the neighbors will hear. You’re going to scream my name and tell me how fucking good it is, how good I am. And you’re going to buck beneath me as your pussy squeezes my dick and your come oozes over my balls.”
Swirls of blistering heat engulfed Kenna. Her dragon surged, closer than ever to release. She gasped, fighting to free herself of Rick’s masterful touch even as his equally masterful words drove her climax that much closer.
“N-no.” She shook her head, grinding her pussy to his pumping fingers. A distant part of her mind recognized the fact they were still dressed. What would happen to her when nothing stopped their bodies from becoming one?
Fire, Kenna. You’ll be engulfed in fire. Tell him.
“Rick, I… You need to hear this.” She snared his hair in two tight fists and tore his head up, making him look at her.
His lips glistened with the moisture of his kisses, his nostrils flaring with each shallow breath he pulled. It was a face of sheer desire and pleasure and Kenna wanted nothing more than to let him succumb to it. But she needed to warn him.
“When…” She paused, her mouth dry. Damn, how did she explain this? “When I experience a truly soul-shattering orgasm, the kind between Fire Mates that marks them as joined, I will… I’ll be engulfed in flames.”
Rick’s eyes widened.
She swallowed, ignoring the burning need to forget words, to forget explanations. To just fuck him and be fucked by him. “I’ll be engulfed in flames and my Fire Mate will be too. You, Rick. You will be engulfed in fire as I come.”
She stared at him, waiting for his reaction.
What would she do if his expression turned to one of fear? Disgust?
*
He studied her, one hand still on her breast, cupping its heavy weight, the other on her hip. “Bloody good thing I’ve got SPF 30-plus then, isn’t it?”
The thought should have terrified him. Instead, Rick fe
lt his balls throb with fresh need and his cock spasm with impatient demand. Kenna’s rather unusual confession, it seemed, turned him on. Big-time.
“You don’t understand,” she began, her eyebrows pulling into a frown. He wondered if she was aware her legs were still wrapped around his hips?
He grinned, dragging his thumb over her puckered nipple, enjoying the fact her flesh was wet with his saliva. “I do. You come, we ignite.”
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll be burnt? You’ll be surrounded by fire. It’ll be covering you.”
He shifted between her spread thighs, wanting her to feel his still-engorged erection. Wanting her to know he wasn’t repulsed by the…let’s face it, rather unusual situation she’d presented him with. “Kenna, am I going to die? Am I going to suffer? Be in pain?”
Her frown deepened. “I…n-no. From what I understand…” She shook her head. “No. Ciara told me it was the most amazing experience of her life. But you’re human. Druid human, but human all the same. I don’t know if things are different.”
Rick stroked his fingers over her breast, letting her feel his gentle caress. There was fear in her eyes. It fought with the raw desire smoldering in their depths. He wanted to allay that fear. He wanted her to feel safe.
And loved.
Loved? Christ, have I…am I…
He didn’t let himself finished the thought. Not until he knew Kenna wasn’t afraid of what was to come. What she felt in her heart was all that mattered now. Because what was in her heart affected his.
That thought hit Rick like a blow and his breath caught in his throat.
Well, there it is, Yorick. You’re in love with her. Plain and simple.
The realization should have terrorized him. It didn’t. Not at all. Lifting his hand from her breast, he cupped her jaw in his palm. “I trust you, Kenna. And I’ve made you come before, yes? With my mouth and fingers? You didn’t ignite then. I mean, you didn’t fake it back in my clinic?”
The question was asked in jest, but, surprisingly, Rick found his gut clenching. Christ, what if she had? He’d wanted to give her so much pleasure, but what if all he’d given her was grazed thighs from his five o’clock shad—
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