Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
Casimir
“And just where do you think you’re taking me?” she purred into my ear as I swept her up into my arms, her body draping sinuously across my chest and arms.
“Top floor. Penthouse suite,” I growled, reveling in the way her lower lip curled under her as the vibrations rattled her chest.
“Oh, my.” Anna looked up at me through her eyelashes. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” I promised her, meaning every word of it.
“Even if I don’t know any information that will help you?” she said coyly, wrapping some wayward strands of hair around a finger.
I couldn’t get up the stairs fast enough. I wanted her. Needed her. My dragon was just below the surface, surging against my restraint with its demands to have her.
“You’ll talk,” I threatened playfully. “My men are seen to. Your friend is recovering and protected by the dragon I trust most in the world. There is no distraction. I can take all the time I need.”
“You’re incorrigible,” she play-whimpered, moving against me as I climbed.
I nearly exploded right there as her breasts rubbed against me, her hips shifting with subtle promises of what was to come. How did I ever get so lucky to have someone so perfect as my mate? I didn’t deserve her, but I was going to work my hardest to become worthy of everything that made up Anna.
“That’s your fault. You shouldn’t have spoken to me that way.” I shifted my grip so I could place one hand firmly on her ass.
“I didn’t know I was doing it.” The play act faded briefly. “Seriously, I’ve never done anything like that before. I don’t know how. It must have something to do with the way my dragon awoke from the mate bond, but I don’t know what.”
“Neither do I,” I admitted. “We’ll look into it when we get back to the citadel. I agree they’re definitely related, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten.”
“So your threat to bring me up here to interrogate me?”
I grinned wickedly as I nudged open the door to the top floor room. “Nothing but a masterful ploy to get you alone.”
“Why would you want something like that?” she asked breathlessly.
“Because my intentions are wicked, and my ideas are even worse,” I promised, setting her down as the door clicked shut behind me.
Anna tried to pull away toward the bed, but I snatched up her hand and yanked her back to me. She gasped delightedly and arched up into the kiss I demanded of her. A soft moan followed as I ran a hand down her side, clutching her waist and pressing her against my hard cock.
The sweet scent of arousal filled the space between us, mixing with the vanilla and hint of cinnamon that always drove me wild when I got close enough to her. It was beyond addictive, and now as her clothes came free, I lived in it, letting it drive me crazy.
“Not fair. You have too much on,” she pouted when she was fully naked before my gaze.
“Then fix it,” I challenged, staring hungrily at the exposed flesh of her perfect body and wanting nothing more than to run my mouth over every bit of it to make her shudder with endorphin-based glee.
She came to me in a rush, grabbing at my shirt and yanking it off with flagrant disdain. I tried to go with it, but in her efforts, she pulled it hard over the still red skin on my wrist. Anna knew me too well, seeing right through my effort to pretend like it hadn’t stung.
“Oh, crap. I’m sorry!” she said, pausing. “Did that hurt?”
“Just stung a bit,” I admitted as she took the injured arm in her hands, turning it over gently to inspect. “I’m fine, though.”
“Will it heal?”
“It should.” I shrugged, looking away. “What’s one more scar if it doesn’t go away, though?”
Anna frowned, letting go of my hand to place her palm on my chest as she stared up at me. “They don’t bother me, Caz.”
She placed a kiss above where she touched me and then, tracing the swirl of her mate marks, moved behind me. Her fingers ran across the bumps of my back, as one by one, she kissed every mark.
“They’re a part of you. And I want every part of you.”
“Isn’t that my line?” I said.
“Not this time, it’s not,” she replied. “You can tell me later that me being grounded or having no early memories is not a problem. You like me as I am, etc. But right now, I’m stealing your thunder, so deal with it.”
I chuckled. It was impossible not to with Anna. “We’re going to talk about that part. Your memories. I want to know more.”
“Not now, we aren’t,” she said. “Right now, you’re going to tell me about your scars. I want to know what happened. How did you get them?”
She was still pressed firmly to my back, her breasts against my spine. It was driving me wild not to have her under me, watching them bounce as I thrust deep into her dripping pussy and making her scream, but I could be patient. For a little while longer at least.
“My father,” I rumbled as she kissed another one, her fingers running every which way against my skin. “Courtesy of his lessons on how life in the kingdom should be.”
“Lessons?” she asked in horrified disbelief between kisses, each one meant to soothe, but instead driving me wilder with need.
“Yes. On obedience. Power. Brutality. He thought it was the best way to prepare me to be a better tyrant. Each one taught with a scale-tipped lash.” I shrugged. “He started young. Before my healing could overcome the cuts. Over time, they built up into … that.”
Anna shuddered. “Your father was a monster.”
“Yes,” I agreed stiffly. “He was.”
“I’m sorry I brought it up,” she whispered, coming back around to the front, where I could admire every curve of her body, the impatience in me growing. I didn’t want to waste another second when I could be pleasuring my mate.
“What are you staring at?”
“You,” I growled with renewed possession. “You and your insane body that I want to do everything to.”
“Oh, really? Everything, you say?”
“Yes. I came up here with bad intentions, and I will not be further distracted by you,” I promised, taking a step toward her.
Anna smiled and backed up a step. Her nipples were tight and peaked, my mouth salivating at the thought of sucking on them, teasing them as she moaned with pleasure.
And that would just be the first step. Between her legs, hidden in the lack of light, I could just barely see the folds of her pussy, begging for attention. My attention.
And not just from my mouth. Not this time. This time I was going to take my mate fully.
I stepped toward her.
“You sure I can’t distract you?”
I shook my head, advancing on her again.
“You’re foiling my plan then,” she whispered throatily. “Whatever will I do now?”
“Hopefully, scream my name,” I said with a growl, snatching her up and pushing her down onto the bed, following her body with mine, naked skin to naked skin.
“Oh,” she gasped and then moaned as I began to explore her perfect body, from mouth to neck to breasts, my hands anywhere and everywhere at once. “Oh, Caz.”
I sank to my knees between her legs, pressing kisses on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before wrapping my fingers around from the outside and pulling her open, exposing her sweet, puffy lips to me for the first time in far too long.
My first lick was slow, soft, and barely present.
Anna hissed, tensing visibly as the movement caused her breasts to wobble slightly.
Precum dripped from the tip of my cock at that sight as I dove in to fully taste her.
She moaned and thrust her pussy at my face, grabbing my hair, hauling me in tightly, and generally making no effort to keep her voice down.
By the time I slipped a finger inside her, she was twisting and begging me to make her come. So I did. I licked and sucked on her clit until she jerked violently against me and cried out with overwhelming pleasure that died off into tiny whimpers.
Licking my lips and sucking her sweet juices from my fingers, I rose onto my knees, a deep growl rolling unceasingly in my chest. My dragon knew what was going to happen next.
What we had waited so long for, held out with all our might for.
Now, finally, at last, our mate was going to let us be with her.
Truly, fully. After this, all that would be left would be to claim each other and complete the bond.
I couldn’t wait.
“Are you going to just stay there and look at me, or are you going to come down here and give me that cock?” Anna asked in a husky, dreamy voice, her eyes wide and filled with a purplish light. “Because I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
“Your wish is my command,” I said, settling over her as she reached between us, wrapping her fingers around my shaft.
I groaned at the touch, my eyes rolling back into my skull. “Fuck.”
Then the warmth of her pussy was there, my dick pressed against her opening, wet, warm, and eager. At her urging, I slid in all the way, until my hips rested on hers.
“Yes,” she moaned into my ear, her arms wrapped around my neck. “Just like that. Give me your cock. Fill me. Holy shit.”
I pulled back and thrust in again. Anna’s eyes were out of focus, her hands twisting up the sheets on either side of her head.
Each thrust brought forth a gasp that drove my dragon to the brink.
I almost roared with it as I slid into her harder and harder.
Her body shook from the impact, her breasts bouncing wildly.
“Harder,” she hissed. “Fuck me, Caz. Fuck me now. I need it!”
I leaned back on my hips and lifted her lower body from the bed, holding it steady as I slammed into her. Fresh warmth ran from her pussy as she creamed all over my cock.
My fangs were sliding down, but I fought my dragon back, holding on without marking Anna against her will. That was not who I was. I just wanted it badly. Wanted her badly, as she crashed through another orgasm. And another.
I couldn’t help it. I wanted her to be mine forever. There would never be another for me, and as I watched her face contort with ecstasy, I knew I wanted to be the only one to ever make her feel that good.
That was the simple fact of it. Nothing more. Nothing less.
“Come for me, my mate,” I growled as my cock grew harder, my balls tightening fast. “Come one more time with me. Together. Like we are.”
“Yesss. Fill me!” Anna’s eyes bugged out, and her entire body clamped down on mine, including her pussy.
She cried out my name and I fell over her, thrusting hard as I did exactly as she wanted, coming deep inside her. Her fingernails scraped hard down my shoulders, and she grabbed at my face, pulling me to her. We kissed once more.
It started hard but softened as our orgasms faded, turning into soft nips and nose rubs as we lay in the bed, me still inside her.
As I stared down at her, watching the swirls in her unusual eyes, I knew my life would never be the same. Not because I’d finally had sex. That didn’t matter to me.
What did matter was who I’d done it with. She was the most perfect woman, the most perfect everything. I had to make sure she knew that. Knew that I would do anything to keep her. Because one thing was certain.
I was falling in love. Fast.