Chapter 12 #2
He stared at her, his pupils flashing more rapidly than she’d ever seen. His voice was husky as he replied, “We’ll try. I want to feel you, but I’m unsure if it’ll be too much sensation for me to handle.”
Tracing his jaw, she searched his gaze. Tenderness rushed through her at the mixture of desire and uncertainty.
She kissed him gently before saying, “The last thing I want is to overwhelm you. Just tell me to stop at any time, and I will, Trahern. But at least let me try.” She dared to stroke him and asked, “You like that, right?”
“Yes,” he eked out before groaning.
Continuing to caress him, but slowly increasing the pressure, she watched his eyes. However, there was no panic—just desire, trust, and a sense of urgency.
Considering Trahern had to be about thirty and had never been with a female sexually, she didn’t expect him to last long the first time.
First time. Trahern Lewis would be hers alone, and she rather liked that.
She kissed him and whispered, “My turn.”
After nuzzling his cheek, she moved her mouth over his neck, his chest, down the trail of hair to his waistband, until she could kiss the outline of his hard cock.
“Grace.”
Her name was a plea, not panic. No, as she met his eyes again, wetness rushed between her thighs at his fiery gaze. Trahern was so different from any man in her past. And right now, he looked at her with reverence. She also thought he cared for her, at least a little.
Maybe it was because she was caressing his dick, but she liked to think it was more than that. Maybe his feelings were starting to match her own, both in terms of trust and affection.
It would be easy enough to love this dragonman.
That thought should’ve scared her, and yet she knew Trahern wasn’t anything like him.
Not wanting to dwell on her ex-arsehole, she instead focused on her mate, the male she hoped to be fully hers sooner rather than later.
So she undid his fly and pulled down the zipper. Maybe later she’d smile at his tight, white underwear. But for now, she focused on the straining material and pulled down the waistband to expose his cock.
Damn, her dragonman was long and thick and hard, so very hard.
And mine, rang through her head.
Not wanting to dwell on the latter, Grace ran a fingertip over the head, rubbing the drop of moisture around and around, until another appeared.
Trahern clutched the blanket with his fingers, his husky voice garnering her attention as he said, “Please, Grace. Touch me. I will orgasm soon, and I want to feel your fingers on me first.”
She licked her lips, and Trahern’s gaze zeroed in on her mouth.
Oh, he wanted more than her hand but probably didn’t know how to ask.
Slowly, oh so slowly, she lowered her mouth until she was an inch from his dick and blew. Trahern arched his hips. “Grace.”
“Give me honesty, Trahern. What do you want me to do right now?”
His gaze darted to her mouth, and he hesitated.
Maybe to some, it would irritate them or make them want to roll their eyes at the thirty-something virgin.
And yet, tenderness and a sense of protectiveness coursed through her. It was exactly because Trahern was different that she felt safe around him, cared about him, wanted a future with him.
Her unique dragonman was hers to claim.
So she took the first step. “I want to take your cock into my mouth, Trahern. Okay?”
He let out a strangled sound as his pupils flashed rapidly, then he nodded.
Grace focused on kissing the tip first, teasing the slit there with her tongue, and loving how her dragonman jumped and squirmed. And then she finally took him into her mouth.
One of his hands went to her hair, and he gently pushed her head, which she took as a sign to keep going.
Grace wrapped one hand at the base and squeezed.
He thrust upward, and she managed to swallow his cock a little deeper.
Once she was sure Trahern wanted more, she moved, up and down, learning how firm he liked it, how much tongue twirling he desired, and how wild he went whenever she paid extra attention to the tip.
Far sooner than she’d like, Trahern tugged on her hair. “Grace. I can’t hold back. I’m going to orgasm.”
She wanted to draw his cock deeper, but she respected his wishes and released him. Trahern took his dick, stroked once, and came hard onto his belly. She watched his face, the mixture of ecstasy and surprise making her think he wouldn’t run or push her away.
When he finally slumped and closed his eyes to catch his breath, she brushed some damp hair off his forehead. “You all right, Trahern?”
“Yes. I just…need a minute.”
She took out a wet wipe from the diaper bag, cleaned him up, and then lay down next to him. Trahern pulled her across his chest, and she snuggled close, smiling.
As Trahern stroked Grace’s back, reveling in the feel of her head against his chest, he tried to catch his breath.
While he’d experimented with orgasms by his own hand a few times, none of those compared to his mate pleasuring him with her mouth.
And judging by his penis already hardening again, he wanted more. Much more.
His dragon spoke up. Cock. Our cock is hard. But yes, Grace’s mouth is heaven. It will be even better when we claim her pussy.
His…cock…turned to stone at the thought.
Was he ready? Could he claim his mate? Would she want it?
He asked his dragon, Even if I attempted it, would you be able to hold back, still? I need to be in control the first time, I think.
His beast paused, and then replied, I think so. Although not much longer after that. I don’t need a frenzy. That could hurt our mate since she birthed the twins not long ago. But I would need to claim her, too.
Grace’s voice snapped him out of his head. “Did you like everything I did? If not, you need to tell me.”
His hand traveled down her back until he could rub one of her bum cheeks. He’d never really enjoyed touching before. But Grace was soft and warm, and he felt more connected to her whenever he was skin-to-skin.
Maybe they should always sleep naked. And together. He would sleep better with her pressed against him.
“Trahern?” She lifted her head, and he didn’t like her furrowed brows.
He replied, “Yes, I liked it. All of it. I like you, touching you. Just like with kissing, I think I need to practice with you. A lot.”
She smiled and laid her chin against his chest. “Practice what? Do you mean shaking hands?”
He gripped her butt cheek. “No.”
“Hmm. Maybe sitting together, holding hands?”
His fingers traveled upward, until he could tickle the top of her breast. Grace laughed and rolled onto her back. “That tickles, Trahern!”
He rolled to his side and danced his fingers over the top of her breast again. She tried to get away, and he followed, until Grace laughed and stopped him with a kiss.
Trahern devoured her mouth with his tongue and had just started moving a hand between her thighs when he heard one of the boys squirming. Grace couldn’t hear it yet with her human hearing, but the twins would awaken soon.
Pushing aside his disappointment—the twins were important to him too—he eased his kiss until he could cup Grace’s cheek and look at her slightly blurry face, wishing he had his glasses on.
Regardless, he said, “I won’t claim you fully yet.
But I want you to sleep in my bed with me, Grace. And be naked.”
She stroked his jaw. “The twins still wake up several times a night. They’re getting better, but it’s going to be a few months, probably, before they sleep through until morning.”
“I will help you with them. But I want to feel you next to me, Grace. Please.”
She smiled, kissed him gently, and nodded. “Okay.”
Triumph surged through him just as one of the boys—he thought Eli—started crying. He said, “I’ll check on him whilst you get dressed.”
As he changed both boys and then helped Grace to feed them, Trahern nearly hummed. He might not have had a real family growing up, but he had one now. And they’d become part of his routine, one he’d take seriously forever.