Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
CONNOR
F iona’s mouth is heaven, and I pillage it like mine is an army straight from hell. I give her lips, teeth, and tongue in a bruising, savage kiss that holds all the pent-up, carnal need I’ve been holding back the past five days. This kiss is shooting stars, spinning galaxies, exploding suns. It’s everything. The alpha and the omega. The beginning and the end.
I have her out of the chair and pressed against the wall before I can question it. And maybe that’s for the best. Questioning might mean discipline, control. All I want is her. Now. When my dragon took control and told Fiona she was my mate, I thought for sure I’d gone too far. It’s too much, too fast. But now? I’m happy to give my inner dragon full rein just as long as Fiona keeps kissing me, keeps touching me.
“Mmmm.” Her deep, throaty moan spurs me on, and I dive deeper into her mouth, exploring her taste, the way our tongues battle for dominance.
I grind against her, my dick throbbing to be inside her, to claim her properly. But her pleasure comes first, always. No self-respecting dragon would have it any other way. I work my hand under her shirt and flatten my palm against her abs, then stroke up to fondle her breast, teasing her nipple through the black cotton bra I chose for her. The thought that she’s wearing the clothes I picked out for her, that she’s physically wrapped in my affection, is a fucking turn-on.
She repositions herself to straddle my leg, riding it, rubbing herself against my thigh. It’s so hot I think we might both go up in flames. It’s been a long time for me. A long fucking time.
“Please,” she whispers into my mouth.
“I’ve got you.” I slide my hand down, under the elastic waistband of her pants until the tips of my fingers brush over her clit. My dragon’s rumbling purr sparks in excitement at the feeling of her sex. She gasps when she hears it, and I ravage her mouth again, my fingers gently teasing her slit.
“That sound you’re making, I can feel it inside me.” She blinks slowly, lost in the experience.
“You’re the only one besides me who can hear it or feel it.”
Her eyes pop open, her brows sinking even as she shakes her head. “Anyone can hear that. It’s so loud Zaire must hear it across the house.”
I slow my fingers between her legs. She needs to know this. She needs to understand the connection we share. “You are the only one. Plug your ears.”
She obeys, her face open. Her smile grows. “It’s even louder.”
I increase the pressure, circling her clit with my thumb, teasing her opening. “That’s because you’re hearing it down the bond, from the inside. You’re not hearing it in the traditional sense. You’re experiencing it. You hear my trill the same way I heard your call. I’m projecting it to you. It’s the most natural thing in the world between mates of my kind.”
“Oh,” she says breathlessly as I sink one finger inside her. She tips her head back and closes her eyes, sinking down to ride my hand. “But I’m not your kind. I’m human.”
I give her another finger, massaging her inner wall while I thumb her clit. “Our species are compatible.” And then I lose myself. I push her shirt up to her neck, tear through the cup of her bra, and suck her nipple into my mouth.
“Oh God.” She writhes in my arms.
It’s like I’ve crashed through some invisible boundary. Her fingers find my belt and frantically unbuckle it, then make short work of my zipper. Our kiss grows deeper, more frantic, as her hand wraps around my cock, and she curses into my mouth. Curses about the size of me.
I insert another finger in her tight, hot sheath. “I’m going to spread you wide. I’m going to show you what it means to mate a dragon. ”
She’s close, but her eyes are closed, her head tipped back, lips parted. That won’t do.
“Look at me, Fiona. Say my name when you come.”
She moans but doesn’t obey me.
I take her by the jaw, make her face me. “Look at me.”
She opens her eyes, and I see the pleasure in them, the fire, the passion. But there’s something missing. Something off.
“Say my name,” I growl.
I’ve stopped my fingers, but with a final thrust of her hips against them, she throws herself over the edge, her inner walls clenching around my fingers.
She doesn’t say a word.
“Say my name,” I demand again. I rest my elbow on the wall above her head as her hand starts to move, stroking me, hard and fast. Fuck, watching her come has me wound tight and I’m close, closer now that she’s enthusiastically pumping my cock through my fly. My balls tighten.
Her other hand grabs my jaw and squeezes. “Say my name,” she demands through her teeth.
“ Fiona ,” I grit out because I can’t deny her anything she asks. I come and come and come until her bared belly is covered in me. We’re both panting and raw, our foreheads braced against each other, using the wall to hold ourselves up.
“Why wouldn’t you say it?” I ask, feeling exposed. I grab a napkin off the table and clean us up.
“Will you answer a question for me?”
“Of course. ”
“This entire time, have you been able to hear my thoughts?”
“Some of them, the ones you were projecting.”
She nods. “You told me you could see it on my face. When you took me. You didn’t say you could read my mind.”
“I can’t read your mind. Not exactly. It’s different?—”
“You’ve been manipulating me, using my thoughts to seduce me. You saw what I was thinking that day in the shower, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
She still holds me roughly by the face, her eyes hard and cold as she says, “You know why I didn’t say your name? Because I don’t know you, not really. And this house of cards between us is built on a lie. I can’t give myself to you because a person can’t give away what they don’t have. I’m your prisoner. Nothing more.”
She pushes past me, calling to Zaire that she’ll take her meal in her room.
“Fuuuck.” I tuck my shirt back in and zip my fly just as Zaire enters, still looking in the direction she fled. “Would you like me to do as she asks? Or encourage her to return to the table?”
“Did you give her the password?”
“Yes. She asked me for it, as you predicted.”
“Excellent. Yeah, bring her dinner to her room. Bring her anything she wants.”
“As you wish.” He nods.
He takes off toward the kitchen. I lean my back against the wall, closing my eyes and breathing in the lingering scent of my mate.