“I didn’t fake it, Dr. Hayes. And no, I didn’t ignite.”
Kenna’s statement sent fresh pleasure to Rick’s groin. He rolled his hips, just enough to feel her soft heat against his cock. He wanted to be inside her so much it was a wonder he could form rational thought. But he could, and the only logical conclusion he could draw from that feat was, he was meant to be with this woman, on every level. He didn’t argue with himself. He liked the idea a whole damn lot. After years of being a player who’d never planned to settle down, here he was, in love with a dragon shifter he’d known mere hours.
Truth be told, the idea was pretty fucking amazing.
He traced the soft fullness of her bottom lip with his thumb, reveling in the way she flicked out her tongue to touch it. “So let me make you come again,” he said. “I’ll make you come with my mouth and fingers and tongue until you can’t take any more, until you know you’re about to burst into flames, and then I’ll bury myself in your sweet pussy and we can burn together.”
Her eyelids fluttered closed for a heartbeat, her lips parting at his words. “Oh Rick…” She threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed her sex harder to his straining dick. “Please…never hurt me.”
Her plea, voiced on a barely audible breath, sent shards of something potent, something purely primitive into Rick’s soul.
His heart races. Lifting the sprig of sage, he shakes it over the dragon’s bowed head and with a—
The unnerving memory whispered through his mind, there and gone just as quickly. He drew in a steadying breath, shutting out the coldness creeping into his gut, tracing Kenna’s bottom lip with his thumb again. “I won’t, hon. And I will kill anyone who tries.”
The promise left him on a growl—raw and more truthful than anything he’d ever uttered.
Kenna opened her eyes. “Make me come, Rick. Over and over again.”
Chapter 7
He led her to the living room and undressed her with eager haste, tossing her clothes aside as he explored each newly revealed expanse of flesh with his lips and tongue. Hannibal followed, watching them for a curious moment before climbing onto the sofa and dozing off, uncaring of their gymnastics. It was, to Rick, another sign of the perfection of his mating with Kenna. His dog had a sixth sense about people—as most animals did—and was responsible for more than one woman hightailing it from Rick’s home before any clothes could be discarded.
Turning his mind from his mutt, Rick smoothed his palms over Kenna’s exquisitely naked body, loving the way she moaned her appreciation. Her uniform was scattered around his living room. In fact, he was pretty certain her trousers hung from the ceiling fan above his head. He knew for a fact one of her boots had landed atop the bookshelf.
It didn’t matter. Kenna had laughed and giggled and whimpered as he’d stripped her and that was worth a clothes hunt later.
Now, however, the only sounds she made were the moans he loved so much. Moans he could listen to for the rest of forever. He stroked his fingers over the hitching plane of her belly, down the shallow line that ran between her stomach muscles to the trimmed gold of her pubic hair. The neat triangle drew his gaze and he bowed his spine until he could place a kiss on the downy curls. They tickled his lips and chin, the sensation wholly delicious.
“Rick…” Kenna sighed, her hands moving to his head.
He dipped a little lower, flicking his tongue at the hood of her clit. It was a teasing caress. As much as he wanted to taste her now, he wanted to discover every inch of her first. Her most sensitive places, her ticklish ones. The ones that would make her whimper and beg from just a touch of his fingers or tongue…
Flattening his palms high on her inner thighs, he gently pushed her legs wider apart. The delicate scent of her pleasure filled his breath and he stroked the tip of his tongue over her folds again. His balls throbbed at the taste, the musky saltiness of her juices already wetting her sex. His cock pushed at his shorts. He would strip them off soon, but not yet. Not until he’d made her come at least twice.
“Rick.”
Kenna’s husky plea caressed his ears and he smiled against her mound. With another gentle push on her thighs, he dipped his head lower and ran his tongue the entire length of her pussy.
She shuddered, her blunt nails scraping at his scalp. Ribbons of pleasure twisted through him at the less-than-gentle touch, his balls growing harder. Turning his head slightly, he kissed the secret strip of flesh between her groin and her thigh. She let out a hitching “yes”, her knees bending as she widened herself to his mouth.
But still Rick didn’t linger. Shifting on his knees between her spread thighs, he charted a path with his lips down her right leg until he came to her knee. Slowly, he lifted her leg and straightened it, pressing his mouth to her calf, the firmly toned muscle beneath her skin coiling at his kiss.
“Rick…” His name was barely more than a breath this time.
Lips parted, he touched the tip of his tongue to the velvety skin behind her knee.
“Oh God.” She bucked. A little. “What…how can…”
He drew a small circle on her flesh with his tongue and then nipped it with an equally small bite.
Kenna bucked again. The air grew heavy with the perfume of her pleasure. Rick’s mouth filled with saliva at the intoxicating scent, his cock no longer just straining for release, but pulsing with eager blood.
He slid his mouth upward from her knee, over the curve of her calf to her ankle. It was finely boned and perfect and he worshipped it with his mouth, pressing his body against her extended leg as he did so.
“I can feel your cock, Rick,” she groaned, shifting on the floor. “It’s so hard. So, so hard. I want it.”
A soft chink told Rick that Hannibal had lifted his head, the metal identity and registration tags on the dog’s collar clinking together. Rick shot him a quick look, praying to God Hannibal didn’t pick now to introduce himself to Kenna.
Stay, mate.
The silent command burbled away in Rick’s mind, close to desperate.
Hannibal looked at him, looked at Kenna, and rose onto his paws.
Stay, mate. Stay!
His dog cocked his head, wagged his tail and, as if he knew he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, leapt off the sofa and walked from the room.
“Thank fuck.”
The words burst from Rick on a ragged sigh. He returned his gaze to Kenna, finding her watching him. Their gazes connected, a slow smile curling her lips. “Will you fuck me now, Dr. Hayes?” she asked, her voice part throaty seduction, part humored chuckle. Her hands found her breasts and she cupped each one, the sight making Rick’s head spin. “Now that your dog has left us?”
His cock pulsed in his shorts, quite accepting of her request, but he shook his head. “In time,” he answered. Lowering her leg, he lifted the other. This time his fingers moved to her foot. He kneaded the sole, the ball, Kenna’s throaty moans proof enough she enjoyed what he was doing. When he lowered his head and took one toe into his mouth, sucking with a pressure he knew came close to being ungentle, she gasped, her hands squeezing her breasts harder.
The sight of her nipples poking out from between her fingers flooded Rick’s groin with new urgency. And still he took his time. Lowering her leg to the floor, he bent and flicked his tongue over her folds, delved a little deeper into her wet heat on the next stoke.
She shuddered again, a quaking tremble that Rick felt with his tongue. Lifting his head slightly, he blew a thin stream of cool air onto her pussy, parting her deep-pink folds as he did so. Her clit grew fat before his eyes, plumping with her pleasure. He licked at it, tasting her cream with the slow caress.
“Oh…oh yes.”
Kenna’s pants fed his building need. He rolled his tongue over the nub of her clit with increasing speed, slipping two fingers into her sodden slit and pumping with deepening thrusts. She gasped, arching her back and grinding her sex to his face. The aggressive, wordless demand sent liquid heat to R
ick’s groin. He groaned against her pussy, closed his lips around her clit and sucked.
“Oh, oh yes, that’s…that’s it.”
Kenna clawed at his head. Her hips bucked upward. Another tremble claimed her muscles and a keening sound filled the room.
Withdrawing his fingers, he licked her sex with harder, deeper strokes. She tasted divine and he wanted more. So much more. Cock throbbing, balls swollen, his pulse pounding in his ears, he slid his hands beneath her backside and lifted it from the floor. She cried out, and cried again when he swiped his tongue over the puckered hole of her anus.
“Oh God, Rick!”
She bucked, his name a strangled scream.
He rolled his tongue over her clenched hole again, the violent force of her response too wanton to deny. She didn’t need to tell him the contact felt amazing. He could feel it in the way her whole body quivered.
And still he wanted more. He wanted her to come. On his face. In his mouth.
Now.
Returning his lips to her pussy, he plunged his tongue into her folds, wriggling deep inside her before laving her clit again.
Her thighs trembled. Her whimpers grew louder.
“Oooh…Rick, I’m going to…”
Lifting his head, he gazed down the length of her body. “Scream my name, Kenna. I want to hear my name tear from your throat as you come.”
Before she could respond, he returned his mouth to her sex, stabbing his tongue into her drenched heat, sucking on her clit, biting at the small tip of flesh and then delving into her sex again.
She came. And just as he’d demanded, she screamed his name.
Her cream flowed from her and Rick drank her in, slipping his fingers into her constricting sheath. He wanted to feel her climax as well as taste it. If not with his dick yet, then with his fingers.
She pulsed around their length, tight and gripping and wet—so wet. He continued to suckle her clit, her pleading moans that she couldn’t take any more, that she would die if he didn’t stop, only fueling his need to make her come again. Withdrawing his fingers from her contracting sex, he smeared her cream over the puckered hole of her anus.
“Rick, I…I can’t.”
He lifted his head enough to say, “Yes you can, babe,” before slowly pushing his coated finger into her anus.
“Oh my God!”
Her cry rent the air. She bucked, her head tossing from side to side, fresh moisture flowing from her as a third orgasm tore through her. Her arsehole choked his finger, tighter than he believed possible. So tight, so greedy. So hot.
She came and he licked it from her clit, her folds, her flesh, until he felt the trembling of her body begin to fade, and then, only then, did he remove his finger from her anus and his mouth from her sex.
He gently lowered her to the floor, rose to his feet and walked from the room. It took him exactly nineteen heartbeats to wash his hands, run a washcloth under the warm water and wring it out. Another ten to strip his clothes from his body and return to the living room. He knew the numbers precisely because counting them was the only way to control himself. To stop himself from burying his dick into Kenna’s drenched sex immediately.
He crossed the room, stopping between her splayed legs. She lay on the floor, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths, her lips parted in a sated smile, her eyes closed. When he lowered into a crouch and swiped the warm, damp washcloth over her glistening pussy lips, her smile grew wider, her eyes opening just a crack.
Throwing the cloth aside, Rick rose to his feet, raised his right hand and tugged her trousers from the ceiling fan, sliding her belt from the loops without taking his stare from hers.
He didn’t say a word, and neither did she. Trust was absolute between them. For a brief moment, no more than it took for his heart to beat, a flash of his previous life’s memory sliced into his pleasure—into flesh primed with trust and love—and then it was gone, replaced with scalding rapture as Kenna lifted her arms and presented her wrists to him.
Ah, fuck me, Yorick.
He bound her wrists, tight enough to keep them together, loose enough that she could slip out of the belt if she wanted to. He wasn’t into BDSM. He’d tried it a few times—more than one sexual partner wanting to be dominated—but this wasn’t about domination and control.
This, what he did with Kenna, was about trust. That she trusted him enough to offer herself. It came close to undoing him. His cock had never been so hard, so engorged. If he were to touch it now, he feared it would rupture. So he didn’t. Instead, he gently hooked the V of Kenna’s bound wrists and lifted her to her feet.
She stood before him, just watching, her breasts framed by her arms and the tumbled mess of her hair. When it had it come undone from its ponytail, Rick couldn’t remember. The fact that it had only made his body burn hotter. Gone was the authoritarian cop he’d first met hours ago, albeit a sexy authoritarian cop.
Now in his living room stood a woman created for him—a woman of sensual power and sublime femininity. A woman offering herself to him even as she enslaved him with her beauty, her vulnerability and her trust.
Primed with trust and love and…
He scooped her breasts into his hands and took one nipple with his mouth.
Kenna hissed, her breasts growing fuller in his palms. Her nipple distended into a tight point and he sucked on it with greedy hunger. She moaned, sounds that may have been his name, may have been pleas for more, may have been no words at all.
Rick wanted to hear them again.
Lifting his head a fraction, he worked his mouth to her other breast, nipping its puckered bud with his lips before suckling it deeply. Kenna groaned. “Yes…oh God, Rick.”
He feasted on her flesh, one nipple then the other, sucking and biting until her groans became breathless pleas. Lifting his head, he crushed her mouth with his. His tongue lashed at hers, the action echoed by his fingers as he plunged two of them into her sex. Her sheath was still slick with cream from her earlier climaxes and he penetrated her to his knuckles. She bucked her hips forward, her moans captured by his kiss.
The need to be inside her was beginning to overwhelm him. Not just his fingers, not just his tongue, but his cock. To stretch her to the limit as he slammed into her pussy. It wasn’t just a burning desire, but a consuming obsession, surging through him like an inferno. Like…
The mating fire. The mating fire is about to claim you, Yorick. Claim you, incinerate you, and you’ve never wanted anything more.
He tore his lips from Kenna’s and gazed down at her face. No, that was wrong. He did want something more. He wanted her. He wanted her love, her heart. Her soul. All of her. Forever.
She sucked in a ragged breath, her eyes shimmering an iridescent green. “Rick,” she whispered. “I need you inside me…I can’t control it any longer. If you don’t, I’ll—”
Without a word, he stepped back, lifted her bound wrists, ducked beneath them and pressed his body to hers.
*
He was warm and smooth and hard and perfect. Rick’s skin slid over hers as he straightened, his breath a tickling caress as their gazes held, his chest smoothing up her breasts, his cock rubbing her thigh. And then they were aligned, his naked flesh on hers.
The smattering of soft hair on his chest tickled her nipples and she pulled in a shaky breath. Everything was new with Rick. Everything was unlike anything she’d experienced before. Even something as simple as chest hair was enough to make her pussy weep with pleasure and her pulse sing in her ears.
She pushed herself onto her tiptoes, wanting to feel the thick pole of his cock on her sex, and even that action was new and wicked and delicious. The very sensation of her thighs sliding over his muscled ones sent sparks of tension through her. At the insistent pressure of his erection, her dragon roared, more ready for connection than Kenna could dare believe.
Would she be engulfed in flames the moment he entered her? Was it possible she could survive more than one thrust before bein
g lost to the orgasm already on the cusp of detonating?
“Rick.” She swallowed, staring into his eyes. Her belly knotted, her breasts grew ever more sensitive. Her pulse pounded and she shifted her arms on his shoulders, the belt around her wrists an erotic restriction. “I’m nervous.”
His gaze roamed her face. He smoothed his hands over her back, down to her ass in an exploration of her body she could surrender to forever. “Don’t be.”
Her pussy—so ripe with building pressure—constricted at his low murmur. The tops of her inner thighs grew damp. “How is it possible to be so aroused, so ready to come simply by standing chest to chest with you?”
He grinned, the expression part roguish charm—the Rick she’d first met—part gentle amazement—the Rick she’d discovered he truly was.
“Because we’re made for each other, Officer Mackay.”
His cheeky smugness sent tight pulses of delight through her body. “Well, there is that.”
He kissed her before she could laugh, his tongue confident and demanding, and she kissed him back, using her bound wrists to hold his head to hers. Her breasts ached with want, her sex throbbed with need, her skin danced with rising heat.
And just when Kenna knew she couldn’t last a second longer without him inside her, he snared the backs of her thighs with strong hands, hauled her off her feet and impaled her on his cock.
In one fierce, fluid thrust.
Stretching her, filling her.
Claiming her.
Her dragon roared. Kenna heard the deafening sound of sheer pleasure in her soul. Felt it in every cell in her body. It scorched through her like a wave of living force, growing stronger, hotter with every powerful stroke as Rick pumped. With every thrust deep into her sex, with every feverish squeeze of his hands on her ass, with every panted word of lust, desire and need, her dragon roared for release and Kenna’s body burned hotter. Hotter.
Hotter.
Until the world began to shimmer.
She stared at Rick through the heat and he looked at her with eyes that hid nothing. Eyes that told her how special she was, how much he desired her. How much he trusted her, wanted her. Needed her.
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