Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Ever since Trahern had shifted back to his human form, Grace struggled to concentrate.
The blasted man had never put his shirt back on.
With most men, she’d think it was because he was either hot or wanted to seduce her.
However, with Trahern, she didn’t know what to expect.
They’d both focused on playing with the twins until they’d fallen asleep.
Once she’d moved them to the pram and extended the top over her boys to shade them, as well as made sure they were buckled in, she stood staring for a second to gather her thoughts.
How honest could she be with Trahern about wanting more than a kiss?
The last thing she wanted was to scare him.
And yet, never being truthful meant never getting what she wanted.
Then he stood behind her, his heat warming her back, and his hands went to her waist. As his thumbs stroked her sides, her heart raced and her breathing quickened.
She tried to turn around, but Trahern kept her in place as he nuzzled her neck. “Grace.”
His husky voice rolled over her, and she shivered. “Yes?”
“You’re my mate.”
As he nipped her neck where it met her shoulder, she managed to moan. “Yes.”
“I very much enjoy kissing you.”
His hand moved around to her belly, and stroked it slowly, back and forth. Her brain turned to mush, and she murmured, “Mmm.”
“I would like to kiss you more. Everywhere. With no clothes on.”
Heat flushed her body at the image of Trahern’s head between her thighs.
Maybe she should ask and ensure he was ready for such a big step.
And yet, as he continued to stroke her belly and nuzzle her neck, she didn’t want to break the moment. If he said no at any point, she’d back off.
But for now, she only wanted to encourage him. “Yes, please. I want that too.”
Slowly, his hand moved from her belly up to her breast. He cupped her, and she sucked in a breath as he lightly ran a finger over her nipple.
Then his hand moved further south, until he cupped between her thighs and rocked the heel of his hand against her. She arched into his touch as she moaned again.
“Come with me, Grace. We’ll go under the willow tree, and I can kiss you some more. The twins are close enough we can hear them if they wake up, but we can still have a little privacy.”
She nodded, and Trahern removed his hand. Grace wanted to drag it back, but resisted and allowed him to guide her.
As they walked, she drank in his chest and focused on the tattoo on his upper arm. She traced the design with a finger and loved how her dragonman shivered and groaned at her touch.
Once under the branches of the willow tree, she’d barely noticed the blanket on the ground before Trahern unbuttoned her jeans.
She blinked, but let him undo them and tug them down. She helped wiggle out of them, and then he tugged off her shirt.
As his finger traced her collarbone, between her breasts, over her bra, her clit throbbed and wetness rushed between her legs.
With barely-there touches, Trahern Lewis had made her more aroused than she’d ever been in her life.
Then he trailed his finger to her stomach and stopped where her stretch marks were the worst and stated, “I’m glad you survived, Grace. Both your past and the birth.”
He continued to stroke the marks, back and forth, and a rush of tenderness warmed her heart. “So am I.”
His heated gaze met hers, his pupils flashing a few times before he said, “I won’t claim you completely yet. But I want to kiss your entire body. Memorize every inch. Ensure I don’t leave any part untouched or explored. Will you let me?”
She brushed a lock of hair off his forehead and then cupped his jaw. As she ran her thumb back and forth, he leaned into her touch. “Yes, I want your mouth on me very much.”
It wasn’t the sexiest or most romantic way to say things, but this was Trahern. And with her dragonman, she would always be honest. Innuendoes or dirty talk wasn’t for him.
His gaze heated further, and he ran a hand under the band of her underwear. “Take these off. Please.”
She did, and then stood only in her bra. He traced the edge of the big cup, needed because she was still nursing. “I will kiss these later. When you’re not so sore.”
Maybe it should be embarrassing that he knew how difficult it’d been for her to feed her two dragon boys enough, but oddly it wasn’t. This was Trahern. He simply wanted facts and acted accordingly. He wouldn’t mock her for the truth.
She took his free hand and guided it between her thighs. “Touch me here. Please.”
As he lightly ran a finger through her center, he growled and took her mouth in a fierce kiss. He lapped and stroked, all while teasing her clit and her core, making her pant and squirm and need more. So much more. “Trahern. Stop teasing me with light touches.”
His gaze burned before looking down at where he was caressing her. Watching as his fingers teased her made her even hotter, especially as he determined the pressure and pace she liked.
As she braced a hand on his shoulder to remain upright, her gaze traveled over his muscled chest, down to his straining cock behind his trousers. Yearning shot through her, wanting to drive him as wild as he made her.
But then his words garnered her attention before she could do anything. “I’ve researched what to do, but have never tried it before. Let me see if I can make you orgasm, Grace.” His eyes met hers again. “With my mouth.”
Her knees nearly buckled. “Yes. Please, yes.”
His lips twitched a second before he helped Grace lay down on her back, his body settling between her thighs until his face was a few inches from hers. As he stroked his knuckles down her cheek, he murmured, “My mate.”
She nodded, and he kissed her. First, he lingered on her mouth, making her squirm and hot and desire more. So much more.
Then he went to work, his mouth exploring everywhere, from her forehead to her neck and down her torso.
And after he pushed her legs wider, he stared at her core and stroked a finger through her center. She swore she heard him growl, “Mine to claim.”
But before she could think too much on his words, Trahern took her mouth in a fierce kiss again, and everything but the feel of Trahern’s lips and tongue and fingers left her mind.
Trahern’s penis throbbed and ached, and he was tempted to try claiming his mate fully.
But once he’d kissed his way down her body and was level with her vagina, her scent made his mouth water.
He wanted this.
His dragon spoke up. Then tease and lap and stroke her pussy.
His beast’s words sent more blood to his penis. How he wanted her.
Then kiss her, his dragon stated. No matter what, Grace will not laugh or make fun of us. Stop stalling.
After removing his glasses and spreading his female’s legs wider, he nuzzled one thigh and then the other, more than a little surprised at how much the scent of her arousal affected him.
He’d never really understood the other dragon-shifters and their talks of needing to taste someone.
He’d put it down to them being sedated after surgery and spouting nonsense.
However, as he stared at Grace’s center, wet and swollen, he leaned forward and gave a tentative lick. The taste of her sweetness hit his tongue with a tang of salt, and it shot straight to his genitals.
His beast growled. Cock. Pussy. Use the words. And taste her, drive her wild. I’m being patient, but she’s right there. Don’t hold back.
One of Grace’s fingers ran through his hair, and he gazed upward to meet her eyes. Her lovely brown eyes were heated, half-lidded, but also a tad…impatient, he thought.
Someday, he’d be able to read her emotions as easily as reciting the periodic table.
His dragon growled again. Stop procrastinating. Focus on our female. Make her scream out in pleasure and call our name.
He wanted that, more than anything. To be the male Grace wanted above others, for more than his name and protection.
So he focused on her…pussy. Licking and lapping, using how she dug in her nails or pushed his head closer to judge what she liked. A light swirl, a longer lick, and then he took her clitoris between his lips and suckled.
“Trahern, yes. Oh, yes. Harder. Please.”
He continued to swirl and then suckle as he dared to put a finger inside her.
Grace was warm and wet and tight, and for the first time in his life, he wanted to put his…cock…inside her. To claim her. Enjoy her. And then do it again and again.
His dragon hummed. Yes, yes, she is our female. Our mate. Next time, we’ll claim her with our cock. For now, make her scream and taste her orgasm.
As he moved his finger, in and out, he tried lightly nibbling his female.
Grace’s thighs tightened around him as she cried out and relaxed.
Her inner walls tightened and released as her orgasm played out, and he continued gently kissing and licking her bundle of nerves until she slumped against the ground.
His beast growled, Taste her.
After removing his finger, he lapped at her entrance, groaned, and then thrust his tongue inside her core. There was no reason he should savor her sweet saltiness, and yet he did. Maybe because it was proof she desired him.
Then he wondered how many more times he could make her orgasm with his mouth. How much quicker she could come for him. Maybe he could figure out exactly what she wanted, almost like an equation.
So Trahern kissed each of her inner thighs, pressed them wide, and started devouring his female all over again.
After her third orgasm, Grace finally convinced Trahern to stop torturing her core and kiss her lips again. As he explored and conquered her mouth, she gently stroked his hard cock through his trousers and waited to see how he reacted.
But he didn’t flinch or move away. No, his pupils flashed a few times, so she did it again. Then she blurted, “I want to use my mouth, too. On you.”