by Siren Allen
“So fucking lonely,” he told her. “So. Fucking. Lonely.” His hand cupped her ass.
Sin shivered. His lips touched her shoulders in a gentle kiss that didn’t match the rough way he was gripping her ass. The contradiction only stoked the embers building inside her. His next words sent those embers of pleasure spreading over her flesh.
“Can I claim my treasure? Can I make you mine? Right here, right now? Can I fuck you?”
Well damn. Damn times two. Damnity-damn-damn. She hadn’t expected him to say that. Secondly, she hadn’t expected him to push her leg forward, pushing her knee onto the mattress.
He kissed his way down the side of her body. All she could do was watch his head inch lower. Hands still cuffed to the bed while lying on her side, Sin stared over her shoulder at him.
From this angle, if he moved much lower, she wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing. Should she stop him? Maybe she’d wait and see what he was about to do. He pushed her legs further apart. This was a position she’d never been in before.
She would call it the scissor position because of the way her legs were spread apart. Or was that a term that meant two women? She didn’t know. Right now, she didn’t care. Her mind was on what her dragon was doing with his mouth.
Hands on her thighs, he eased his body to the lower end of the bed while kissing his way down the side of her body. Apparently, her rolls and muffin top didn’t bother him. He kissed them too as he made his way downward.
She was wrong about not being able to see him from this angle. She may end up with a crick in her neck, but she could definitely see him. As he kissed her ass, his hand slipped between her legs and cupped her sex.
The groan that escaped his lips masked the sound of the moan that escaped hers. Still touching her most sensitive spot, his eyes jerked to hers. The level of intensity in his depths had tripled. Just entirely skipped level two and zoomed straight to three.
“You’re wet,” he growled.
She couldn’t tell if that was a question or a statement. Remaining silent, she simply watched him, eager to see what he would do next. He slipped his hand from between her legs and stared at it.
Her traitorous body was already missing his touch. She nearly bit her bottom lip off when he brought his hand closer to his face and inhaled deeply. This must be a weird shifter thing. Surprisingly, she found it erotic as hell.
Especially seeing how the scent of her pussy made her big dragon’s eyes drift shut while his body shivered. A response like that meant he loved the scent of her juices. That only made more of her juices pool at her center.
His eyes opened slowly and he stared down at his hand that was coated with her essence. Surely, he wasn’t about to... there was no way he was going to. Eyes wide, Sin watched him lick his hand clean.
As in, not just one swipe of the tongue, not just one taste. He licked his palm clean, not missing one drop of her nectar. He licked his palm clean then his gaze jerked to hers.
“I need more.”
Sin swallowed before saying, “I-I think you got it all. It looks like you licked the plate clean,” she joked to lighten the mood. Her joke didn’t bring the intensity down in his gaze nor did it put out the flames rising inside of her. Her joke was an epic fail.
“There’s more,” he told her before staring down at her body. He lifted her leg then lowered his body until he was eye level with her pussy. “There’s plenty more.” He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. This time she felt it when he shivered. “I want it. All of it. Now. I won’t stop until I’ve drank it all.”
Well double damn.
Chapter Eleven
SHE SHOULD STOP HIM.
She really should. This wasn’t part of the plan. The goal was freedom. Her brain understood the importance of this mission. Her body, however, was rebelling. It wasn’t only rebelling. It was straying from the plan and committing treason by siding with the enemy.
“Can I taste my treasure?” He growled.
Her head nodded. Where were those damn puppet strings? She needed to cut them. Because she sure as hell hadn’t made the decision to nod on her own. She would never make a decision like that.
Her brain knew better than to agree to letting this big dragon taste her. Yet, nod, she did. It was as if some unknown source, a horny witch who hadn’t had dick in two years... or something like that, was controlling her actions.
That horny witch had just given a dragon, a stranger, permission to touch her intimately, to taste her. Whenever she found out who that hoe was, she was going to slap some sense into her.
And now, her dragon’s head was disappearing between her legs because she’d given him the okay to do so. Sin held her breath, waiting for the first touch of his tongue against her center.
A shiver raced down her spine when his lips introduced themselves to her flesh. She expected him to swipe his tongue across her heat. Instead, his lips moved against her southern lips as he whispered one sentence against her.
“Thank you for being mine.”
His voice was low. But she’d heard the words he uttered and unexpectedly, they brought tears to her eyes. Why was he being like this all of a sudden? Why was he being so different from the way he’d acted when he tried to drug and kidnap her? Damn him and the way he was behaving now that....
Her breath hitched, bringing an end to her internal rant as he did what she’d been waiting for him to do, lick her. His tongue swiped across her clit. Two years. Two long ass years.
That was how long it’d been since her poor clit had any attention, other than Sin’s own fingers. Her dragon twirled his tongue around her clit, fanning those embers of desire, causing them to spark.
He kissed her clit and then whispered. “You taste like...” he swallowed. “Honey and...” He lowered his mouth to her center again and slid his tongue between her folds, laving up her juices. “And cream,” he whispered.
She didn’t know what the hell honey and cream tasted like. It had to be good from the way he lowered his head and licked her again. Resting his head on her thigh that was pinned to the mattress, he lifted her other leg over his shoulder.
Face now sandwiched between her thighs, he went to work licking and teasing her with his tongue. She wrapped her hands around the bedpost she was cuffed to and allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure his tongue was delivering.
Just for a little while, she promised herself. There’s no reason she shouldn’t allow herself a moment of pleasure, especially after all the hardships she’d faced on this forsaken frozen plane.
Just because she was rotating her hips and gyrating against his tongue, didn’t mean she’d forgiven him. Just because he was greedily eating her pussy like a beast who hadn’t had a decent meal in years, didn’t mean she wasn’t going to attack him the first chance she got.
She was going to become the captor once more. This was all part of her diabolical plan to free herself from the cuffs. Yep, all part of the plan. So were the moans that escaped her when he slid one finger inside her.
“You’re so tight, treasure,” he groaned, pushing his finger in and out of her. “You’re going to grip my cock so tight.”
That thing wouldn’t fit. That huge cock of his wasn’t coming anywhere near her ‘two-years without a dick’ pussy. But his fingers, she could handle his fingers. At least, she thought she could until he slipped a second one inside.
She bit her lip, that was already sore, to keep from moaning out loud. He applied pressure to her clit with his thumb while slipping two fingers in and out, in and out. Sin closed her eyes.
The old Sin couldn’t come from simple foreplay. It took a solid fucking to bring her to an orgasm. Even then, she didn’t always come. She came more when she pleasured herself. That was just how it had always been.
Her body worked differently than others. And the two men in her past hadn’t liked it when she told them she needed more. It made them feel less manly. It made them feel like they couldn’t perform in the bedroom.
Their mentality was, if they’d gotten theirs, then something must be wrong with her and not them. That was probably the case. To avoid arguments, she’d kept her mouth shut and pretended to enjoy the dick.
She’d gotten used to fucking just so she could enjoy cuddles afterward because she damn sure hadn’t enjoyed the dick. Even when they tried licking and fingering her, she was left feeling confused and sexually frustrated.
That was her norm when it came to sex. However, after only two minutes of tongue and finger play from a dragon, she was close to exploding. This was not her norm. This was way outside the range of what she was used to.
And if she bit her lower lip any harder it would split in two. She could already taste blood. Fuck it. She released her lip and let her moans be heard. No point in trying to hide what she was feeling.
She was a grown-ass woman and his tongue was wreaking havoc on her body. She hadn’t even known a tongue could do the things his was doing. Who knew tongues could move like that?
And that fast too! It felt like he was down there singing Christmas carols against her sex. Falalalala-lala-la-la. Her hips jerked as he finger-fucked her while sucking her clit into his mouth. Sin cried out from the pleasure of it all.
His growls vibrated against her center, bringing with them more pleasure and causing more of her juices to flow. The sounds he was making while loving her with his mouth were erotic as hell.
He sounded like he could come just from the taste of her. That was the power of good pussy. Two years out of commission and it could still bring a man to his knees. Yet, one couldn’t look past the power of the tongue.
Her dragon’s powerful tongue had her knees feeling weak. Sin felt like she was about to fall down and she wasn’t even standing up. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop her body from quaking.
She was jerking so badly he had to grip her thighs and hold her in place as he devoured her. His tongue moved faster. His fingers dipped deeper. She could feel her orgasm looming. She wanted it. She needed it.
She gripped the bedpost tighter. The movement caused the handcuffs to slip down a little on her wrist. Handcuffs! Damn it! For a second, she’d forgotten about her predicament. She’d let the power of the tongue make her forget about her mission.
To come or to escape? This wasn’t a question she ever thought she’d be asking herself. Coming would feel so good right now. She was so close. His tongue was like manna from heaven and his fingers had her floating on cloud nine.
But she’d let this go on for long enough. He was still the dragon sent to abduct her by TD. He was still the creature who’d tried to stick a needle in her neck so he could kidnap her. He was still the enemy.
And at the moment, she was his prey. Being prey didn’t look good on her. Sin took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pleasure she was feeling. It was so hard to ignore. Finally, she’d met a tongue that could make her kitten purr and she had to torture it. Damn!
“Dragon...” she whispered. He kept licking. Holding in her moan, she took another deep breath. Damn it, she was so close. “Dragon,” she shouted.
He stilled then raised his head. His lips glistened with her essence. He slowly licked his lips clean. Damn, he was one sexy beast. Why did he have to try to kidnap her and ruin what could’ve been a good night if they’d met differently?
“Did I do it wrong?” He asked.
Wrong? He’d done it perfectly. Wait... was this his...
“Is this your first time, you know, eating cookies?”
“Cookies?” He frowned.
“You know. Is this your first time, um, licking honey?”
He nodded. “I’ve never tasted another.”
Well fuck me dry and call me dry walls! His mouth was a virgin. She was his first. Wow.
“I’ll practice until I do it just the way you like.”
She wanted to keep him. No other man had ever cared whether she liked it or not. Sin cleared her throat and returned her thoughts to her mission.
“You did it perfectly,” she told him and she wasn’t lying.
“I can do better.”
Ugh, why are you so fucking perfectly flawed. I love it. Sin shook her head.
“I can,” he insisted, misunderstanding her head shake.
She’d shaken her head in an attempt to shake some sense into herself. “If you get any better than that, I’ll end up coming in your mouth,” she confessed.
His growls filled the room. “I want that. I want your come in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat.”
Her hips jerked at his words. His gaze dropped to her pussy.
“Your juices are going to waste.” He lowered his mouth to her once more.
Fuck my life. She wanted this. Maybe just one orgasm and then she’d attack. Ugh.
“Dragon,” Sin called out. “It would be better if I could touch you too.” He stilled. That meant he was listening and he was interested in what she was saying. Time to strike the iron while it was hot. “Let me touch you. Take the cuffs off and let me feel your skin.”
He raised his head from between her thighs. “I want your hands on me.”
Stick to the plan, witch. Ignore that look in his dark eyes. Ignore how sexy he is. Ignore those sexy tattoos adorning his back and ass. Ignore his beautiful tan skin. Everything about him was perfect. Ignore what you’re feeling, she told herself.
Sin licked her lips and whispered, “Remove the cuffs. Let me touch you, mate.”
His eyes widened. It was the mate word that set him into action. He rose from between her legs and gripped the cuffs. For a second, she thought he was going to break them. Instead, he placed his thumbs on the side of them.
A light blinked and the cuffs clicked open. He caught them when they fell from her wrists. After tossing them onto the other side of the bed, he grabbed her wrists and gently massaged them.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked.
As if he cared. But he really sounded like he cared. Fuck his caring. She was no longer the prey. Her gaze rose to his. She was now the predator. And he was back to being her prey. He just didn’t know it yet.
“Please tell me I didn’t hurt you, treasure.”
Heartless. She had to be heartless. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”
“Good.”
“But I’m about to hurt you.”
She jerked her hands from his and rolled to the other side of the bed. His expression morphed into one of confusion and then rage when fire ignited in her palm. Fire wouldn’t hurt him and every time she tried to hurt him directly, she only hurt herself.
She had to play this smart if she wanted to defeat him and escape. Instead of tossing the ball of fire at him, she tossed it at the bed, causing her blanket of fur to erupt into flames. That damn thing hadn’t been cheap.
Neither was the price of freedom. She crawled off the bed. Her eyes never strayed from his. She watched him grab the blanket and inhale. His eyes never strayed from hers. He looked pissed off.
So, was she. She was pissed off because the fire from the blanket and the bed seemed to be melding with him. He was absorbing it. Fucking dragon. She’d already known fire wouldn’t work.
Perhaps ice would. Her ice dagger that Winter had given her was stored in the icebox. She just had to make it to the kitchen before he caught her. She took a step back.
“You were lying,” he said as he climbed off the bed. “You never wanted to touch me.”
I did.
“You didn’t enjoy me tasting you.”
I did.
“You lied to me so I would uncuff you.”
“You lied to me too,” Sin countered.
“When have I ever lied to you?” His roar caused the windows to shake.
“You tried to kidnap me.”
“You said I lied. That’s not a lie.” He stalked forward. “And I tried to kidnap you before I realized you were mine.”
She retreated. If she could just make it out the bedroom without him lunging for her, she would be ab
le to seal him in the room. Her magic was acting weird when it came to him. She just had to get creative and use it on things around him.
“I apologized for what I did,” he told her.
“As if that makes everything better.”
“It should.”
“Why?” She was close to the bedroom door now. “Why should your apology make everything better?”
“Because it was a sincere apology. I admitted I was wrong.”
“You only feel wrong about it because you believe I’m your mate. Therein lies your lie.”
“What lie?”
“I’m not your mate. I can’t be your mate. If I was, I would know it. I’d feel it.”
“You belong to me. I feel it.” He slapped his hand against his chest. “How can you not feel it?”
She was almost to the door. “Witches aren’t like shifters. We don’t do the whole mating thing. We...”
“Do not lie to me. Witches can mate too. My cousin is mated to a witch.”
“I’m not lying. I said we don’t do the whole mating thing the way shifters do. We don’t feel a mating pull, therefore, we don’t have to give in to a mating call.”
“I know you wanted me. I saw the way you stared at me. You want me just as much as I want you. That can’t be faked. You feel the pull.”
“I felt those cuffs and I wanted them off.” Sin stepped over the threshold and out of the bedroom. “Now I have them off. Thank you and fuck you.”
She grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door shut just as he realized what she was doing and lunged forward. As soon as the door shut, she placed her palm against it and whispered a spell to keep it closed.
She was on the last two words of the spell when the door shook as her dragon slammed into it. Sin jumped back, startled. Shit. Had she uttered the last two words correctly? She flinched when the door rocked again.
It was holding. For now. That rickety thing would’ve burst open with one swift kick without the spell in place. Why am I standing here staring at the door? Sin whirled around and raced to the kitchen area that doubled as her potions station.
A chill raced over her when she retrieved the ice dagger from the ice chest. The dagger was hella cold, even to a fire witch like her. But she could wield it while using her fire power and the ice wouldn’t melt.
