3. Henry #3
“Sorry, sweetheart.” I inhaled sharply as she wrapped her arms around my neck, allowing me to bury my nose in her sweet-smelling hair.
I absolutely loved how easily she fit in my arms, and as usual, the woman had a way of calming me down and working me up to a point that was rivaled by none.
It was impressive and terrifying. Even now, despite our company—or maybe because of it and the mood they were unfortunately inspiring—I found myself wanting to ravage her.
“Henry,” she murmured, wiggling against me again.
I pulled away from her hair and examined her bright pink face.
I knew she could feel how much she affected me, and maybe it was because we were both so over this conversation, but I didn’t bother tempering my reaction.
There was no point anyway. If Maya was around, I was hard. It was literally that simple.
“Can’t help it.” I nipped her ear as a shiver ran over her skin.
I was suddenly very glad that Marco and the others seemed so invested in their conversation regarding the other flight.
Although I highly doubt anyone could miss the scent of Maya’s desire saturating the air.
The thought of them experiencing that had a possessive feeling roaring up inside of me.
I pushed back in my chair, adjusting my suit coat before I stood both of us up, her frame swaying against mine as she offered me a heated and excited look.
It was far better than the one Anna had put on her face minutes ago.
“We are going for a walk in the garden,” I explained briefly.
“Just let me know when our food arrives.” Marco shot me a knowing look that I ignored, liking Maya’s small smile far more, especially considering it was filled with lust and an exhilarated sense of excitement.
Whether that was because she wanted to get away from the Council or knew how close my control was to snapping, I had no idea.
No one tried to stop us as we left the table, my hand intertwined with hers as we stepped down the large marble steps that led out into the well-groomed landscaping and cherry blossom garden.
It created a level of privacy from the rest of the hotel, and as usual, I found myself glad that money on Earth realm seemed to provide the resources for privacy away from prying eyes.
I may not like much about Earth, but this was a benefit for sure.
“Where are we going?” Maya asked. The lighthearted energy she carried with her only made me want to get her alone more, not wanting to risk anyone else managing to take that light out of her eyes today.
I led us down a path as we entered into a large shrub maze that instantly brought along with it a silence that had me knowing we were alone.
Pink and red roses began to litter the landscape as I turned three corners of the high bushes, keeping us from sight, before tugging Maya against me.
Instantly I was searing my lips to hers, and her entire body turned soft and pliant as her sweet lips opened for me.
It was like the woman was made for me, and in some ways, I suppose she was.
But more so, it was like she craved the control I so willingly wanted to exercise over her body.
“Fuck,” I growled softly, my cock pulsing against her stomach. “You are so fucking perfect Maya, it drives me crazy. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Don’t then.” Her voice was soft and filled with a need that called to a part of me that knew I could fix it. She was my mate, of course I wanted to provide her with everything she wanted. If it happened to include making her come, all the fucking better.
“Tell me what you need,” I demanded, sliding a hand from her hip up to her jaw and tilting it back so I had access to her throat. I nipped the soft skin there, right under her jaw, causing a whimper to break from her plush lips.
“I have been so frustrated all morning,” she whispered, sounding both confused and a bit shaky, her voice seeped in want that had me feeling eager to fix it for her.
I hadn’t intentionally wanted to make Maya wait for pleasure, but knowing she had been sitting around all morning, turned on and waiting for someone—in this case, me—to fix it?
It offered me a level of control and dominance over her pleasure that I hadn’t realized I’d wanted. I wanted her to need me.
“Do you want me to fix it?” I asked softly.
My fingers pulled up her dress, and as my hand smoothed over her tight, curved ass that fit perfectly in my hand, she arched forward against me.
I let out a low groan, loving how soft her skin was and wanting to see her skin turn pink under my grip as I fucked her.
“Yes,” Maya whimpered, her eyes flaring with heat as a flash of sapphire seemed to spark through them, her magic tightening against mine in a way that had my dragon immediately responding. Apparently that was all the permission we needed.
I tugged her down onto the garden bench behind us, pulling her onto my lap so that she was straddling my much larger frame.
I flipped the straps of her barely there dress from her tan shoulders and cupped her firm breasts, rolling a thumb over her hard, pebbled nipples as my mouth fucking watered at how perfect she looked.
A moan slipped from her throat, and I captured it against her soft petal pink lips, feeling possessive over those noises.
“No sounds.” I nipped her bottom lip. “Or else I stop.”
I wouldn’t actually stop—I loved the idea of someone hearing how fucking good I made her feel—but I could feel the way my order ramped up the surge of desire running through our bond, so I was perfectly fine pretending like something, anything, could pull me away from touching her perfect fucking body.
“Please don’t.” Her voice was a breathless plea as I continued to use one hand to tease her taut skin, my other roaming up her spread thighs to where damp lace kept her wet pussy from me.
I let out a low, frustrated sound at the material as I pushed it to the side, sinking a finger immediately into her wet center, my name slipping from her lips as she rocked against my hand.
I could feel how fucking tight she was, and I knew the minute that my cock was inside of her, I would probably be coming.
It was unbearable. The woman was made to fuck, and I planned on doing so as soon as fucking possible.
Pumping one finger and then adding a second inside of her caused her legs to shake as she deepened the kiss, my tongue teasing the seam of her lips and tasting her sweetness.
What I really wanted to taste was between her legs, though.
“Fuck, Maya,” I groaned, loving the way she moved her body, so naturally intoxicating without even realizing it.
“You don’t even realize how fucking sexy you are.
Do you know how hard it is not spending every single goddamn minute buried inside of you?
Pulling those sweet moans from your lips? You’re a wet fucking dream.”
A tremble coursed through her body as her fingers slid into my hair, tightening while rocking harder against my hand, fucking herself. “Henry, please. I need more.”
“What do you need?” I growled as her fingers immediately jumped down to my belt, unbuckling it with a lack of practice that I even found sexy.
I didn’t stop her, groaning as she unzipped my suit pants, loving the way her breathing hitched as I slowed my movement on her clit, the sound of her wet heat on my fingers filling the silent garden around us.
Fuck. I wanted to bury my mouth between her legs.
Immediately. But I couldn’t give this moment up, not when her soft fingers were so close to how painfully hard I was.
“I need you,” she whispered, her fingers shaking slightly as she pulled my cock from my boxers, the tip of it leaking precum, knowing how close Maya’s tight cunt was.
I wanted to bury myself there, to plant a flag of ownership.
Her lips opened as she looked down at me, a needy hum breaking from her throat.
I knew what those lips felt like around me and what she tasted like, and I was cursing where we were right now because I wanted nothing more than to spread her out and devour her.
The sound she made broke my restraint, and my fingers slipped from her tight warmth, a noise of complaint momentarily coming from her before I tugged her forward by the hips and then gripped her ass.
A low, feral noise broke from my throat as her wet heat surrounded the tip of my cock, not going in but sliding over it as she began to rock against me, covering me in her hot, wet heat.
A small jolt ran over her frame as she slid her clit against me, and I knew without a doubt that she would come soon.
I wanted more than anything to be inside of her when that happened, even though I knew this wasn’t the time.
“Maya, not here,” I bit out, attempting to maintain some level of rational brain function.
I knew that she would regret this, this moment between us not being more special and instead outside of a brunch both of us were trying to escape.
Not that it made it any easier at all to rationalize that when she was rubbing against my cock.
“Please, Henry, just a little?” Her heated eyes, a pleading look filling them, had me nearly taking her to the ground.
I suddenly didn’t care that someone could walk by.
Or that this wasn’t the time to fully claim my mate.
I wasn’t positive how I held onto a small amount of control as the woman began to torture me, the tip of my cock pressing against her tight hole before sliding back against her wet heat.
Her legs trembled as she increased her pace, my fingers leaving a bruising grip on her, no doubt.