18
Kieran
Just a Taste
I shouldn’t have been kissing her like this.
She hadn’t eaten her full meal. We were only talking. She’d think I was taking advantage, rushing.
But her hands grabbed my shirt and fisted the material. Her soft lips were yielding and pliant under mine. Her tongue warred for dominance. She drank deep. I drowned in her.
Even as I sent a telepathic message to Fredrick, telling him to clear the halls from eavesdroppers and hold off on the next course, I scolded myself for doing this.
Mate. Fuck. Claim.
I had to stop.
My beast raged and fought to break free.
I wanted to bend Ember over and take her from behind, grab a handful of her hair and rut her across the table.
To show her exactly what it meant to be a dragon’s mate as I sank my fangs into her neck, claiming her as mine.
She begs for it, my dragon urged .
She doesn’t know what she asks.
She took our venom. She can take this.
As if Ember heard my inner battle, her hands dropped from my shirt, going to my belt and fumbling with the clasp.
Goddess, help me.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them together before she made me lose all restraint.
Ember bit down on my bottom lip and released it, drawing my focus back to her face as she broke our kiss.
“Promises.” She tsked with swollen lips and hooded eyes.
Mine, my beast roared.
“I’ll take care of you,” I said, lifting her from her feet and kicking back the chair.
She squealed as she wrapped her legs around me and I walked, carrying her to a safer place as her teeth trailed little bites down my neck.
Ember had no clue what she was doing. What her sexy little nips threatened to unleash.
I had to maintain control for both our sakes, denying the need to give into the beast, unable to do so without ruining this fragile thing building between us.
But I could feast.
She gasped as I set her down on the table. I pressed my lips to her shoulder, gums burning with the urge to let my fangs descend. Her body thrummed with anticipation as her nails raked over my scalp.
“Should we go somewhere else?” Ember reached for my hand as I grabbed the hem of her tank top. “I don’t want to ruin your table. ”
“I love this table, and I want you on it.” I slowly removed her shirt, baring her nude-colored bra and heavy breasts beneath.
My cock strained against my jeans as I made quick work of the bra snaps. Stupid contraptions. But at least corsets were out of fashion. Though I did enjoy the tease of releasing each ribbon slowly.
“On the table?” Ember echoed as if she was preparing herself for the ordeal. Little did she know that I planned to fuck her in more places than she could fathom.
Mate. Claim.
But not now.
“On the table,” I demanded as I swept her hair to the side, pushing her back flat against the wood with one hand.
Her nipples hardened when the air rushed over them and I leaned forward, tasting each before I kissed my way down to her stomach.
My balls tightened as she ran her nails over my scalp and neck.
“Not fair,” she said, breathless as I left gentle bites on the soft skin above her waistband. “I want to see you.”
“As you wish.” I stood, taking her image in under the amber candlelight as she lay sprawled across the oak table. Her hair was tangled and wild, spread around her shoulders, and her chest heaved with every breath.
Beautiful.
Mine.
I pulled my shirt over my head, watching as her pupils dilated with desire. The beast within me roared.
Claim. Mate …
I shoved the thoughts away as I lowered myself between her legs, tugging her shorts off and kissing the soft, exposed skin.
Ember writhed on the table.
I placed a hand on her belly, a silent command to stay still as her honey scent heated beneath my gaze.
“Such thin panties. Do you care about them?” I asked.
“What? Um… No,” she panted.
I pressed my mouth to the nude cotton, tasting her through the fabric as I lifted her heels to the table.
Take her. Claim her.
I bit down through the material, latching onto her clit as she bucked against my teeth.
“Ah, that…”
“Hmm,” I hummed against her as wetness gathered, turning the pale color dark. “Look at how ready you are for me.”
Her legs shook against my head, and I pushed them wider, moving the material to the side with my teeth to expose the treasure hidden beneath.
“Beautiful,” I praised. Slick folds, so pretty and so pink, quivered, begging for my touch.
My fangs extended as I gave a quick shake of my head, tearing through the underwear with an audible rip. I forced myself to retract the two teeth.
“You don’t have to do this.” Ember gasped as she tried to sit up.
“I’m hungry.” I pushed her down again with a gentle hand to her stomach and a growl against her center.
She melted, breathing out, “If you insist.”
I more than insisted .
The primal urge to be inside her was clouding rational thought. My tongue darted out, needing to taste her honeyed flavor as my beast shook within me.
I drew on more of my tongue, parting her lips as I stretched her opening wider, and dove in for a deeper taste.
She moaned as I licked the right spot.
Cataloging that reaction, I moved deeper, exploring in a steady rhythm, and dragged my hand down from her stomach to press and grind my palm against her clit.
Her taste…
It was everything.
I’d never had something so sweet.
Need coiled tight. My beast ached to be set free. To take her in every way. To be buried deep. To claim. To ruin her for anyone else.
I put that hunger into my tongue, fucking her with my mouth.
“It’s too much… It’s… Please…Don’t stop…” She cried and begged above me as her clit pulsed beneath my palm and walls fluttered around my tongue.
I growled my approval, letting the vibration travel through her center, as I increased the pace she was riding, coaxing her over the edge.
“Kieran!” Her cry echoed through the room as she climaxed, legs squeezing my ears as her finger nails latched onto my shoulders.
I sucked and licked slowly, trying to lap up each final drop. So good . The taste was made for me.
This woman was…
Mine. My beast paced within, roaring and not ready for me to let her go .
I forced myself to lean back, squeezing my eyes closed as the shadows in the room throbbed around me.
Possessiveness slammed into my chest harder than I’d ever experienced in my life.
My beast rode me hard, demanding I stake my claim and protect this woman from the rest of the world. From the future.
From Earth Herself, no matter the cost.
Ember was my fated mate.
My reason to live.
And the first thing I ever had worth dying for.