Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
SEB
I’m not sure how many episodes of Schitt’s Creek I’ve binged, but I’m starting to hear David’s voice in my head.
I am suffering romantically right now. “You and me both, David,” I say to the screen.
It’s late. So late, one could call it early.
But I won’t be able to sleep until she’s home.
Fuck, I might not be able to sleep anyway.
My mating sickness is in overdrive. A few minutes ago, I filled a bag with ice for my head. It isn’t cutting it.
Mine, my dragon growls. Find her.
“No,” I mumble to myself. “Not mine. She rejected us, you fucking pain in the ass. We didn’t explain to her what she was getting into in a way she could understand because you hijacked my brain and went all caveman in the shower.”
Zoe in shower, he growls needily.
I move the already melting bag of ice from my head to my dick.
The sound of the front door opening has me tossing the bag aside and springing from the bed.
Technically, Zoe could walk around the side of the house to get to the cottage, but cutting through the big house is the fastest way—and the best lit, considering the time of night.
I walk to the end of the hall and peek around the side, feeling her psychic energy as she nears.
“Did you wait up for me?” She stops and turns to face me.
All I can do is nod. I’m capable of shifting into a two-ton dragon, and I’m twice her size in this form.
But when I look at her, I feel like a child on my knees in front of a god.
She probably doesn’t even realize how powerless I am when it comes to her.
Under any other circumstances, I could take out my frustrations on another woman, anyone who would have me.
But as a bonded male, it will be a long time before my dragon will stomach another.
I mated her. And if she were a dragon, she’d be mated to me.
I could look at her and crook my finger, and she’d happily allow me to take her in any way I wished.
But she’s not a dragon, and she doesn’t know the significance of what passed between us.
And when I tried to explain it to her, she pushed me away.
She rejected what we had together. I have no power in this scenario.
Like a dream, she turns and walks right up to me. “I’m fine, Seb. It went really well. I cleared up the lie without revealing the truth. Everything is fine.”
“I’m sorry to put you in that position.”
“You were just trying to help.” Her eyes meet mine, and I see something in them I hadn’t dared hope to see. Openness, softness, attraction.
Don’t mess this up, my dragon growls.
“To be clear, if you’d been awake, I wouldn’t have taken the liberties I did without your permission.
I hope you know that I do respect your boundaries.
” I wipe sweat from my forehead. Fuck, I’m burning up.
“My dragon is possessive. Even now, it’s taking everything in me to keep my hands off you.
And he’s protective too. It almost killed me to allow you to go without me tonight, not because I wanted to control you, but because I wanted to act as your guard dog.
But I can control myself…most of the time. ”
“Jesus, you look like you’re feverish.” She comes closer and puts her hand on my forehead, and I moan at the feel of her touch. “You’re burning up.”
“It’s the appetency. Mating sickness.” Shit. I have to address this with her so that she understands. “I took you as my mate. I thought you wanted it too. I thought you understood what it meant.” A muscle in my jaw clenches, and I rub it to ease the pain.
“Mate. What does that mean to you?” Her hand is still on my face and I try to look directly at her, but it’s like looking into the sun. I have to look away.
“It means that my dragon wants you and only you. It means that if he can’t have you, he’ll burn hotter and hotter until I’m out of my alignment or we both go up in flames. It means that I’ve handed you the leash to my soul, and while I understand now that you didn’t want it, I can’t take it back.”
She blows out a huffed breath. “I have a leash to your soul?”
“More like a chain. You can break a leash. I’m dragon chained.”
She arches an eyebrow. “And you’re saying that sex with me is the only thing that will cure this fever that’s burning you alive?”
I nod.
“Frankly, Seb, it sounds like a line to get me into bed.”
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second. It does sound like a line. Creator, I feel a hundred years old. “Yeah, it probably does to someone on the outside.” I take a step back from her until she’s not touching me anymore. “In any case, it’s not your problem. I’ll handle it.”
Her gaze scrapes down my body and locks on the raging hard-on that happened the second she touched me.
“How?”
“You touched me. Believe me, that’s all it takes.”
She laughs. “No, I mean how will you take care of it?” The lilt of her voice is sensual heat, her words dripping with hot honey. Her gaze sinks to my erection again. She doesn’t turn away. “Show me.”
My dragon surges against my skin, and it’s as if someone plugged me in to a massive battery.
Lightning ricochets through me. I grab the waistband of my silk pajamas and ease them down.
Her breath hitches at the sight of my cock, and her cheeks warm to an impressive shade of pink.
Yeah, she’s interested, and fuck if I’m going to give her the opportunity to lose interest.
I close my hand around my shaft and stroke myself for her, running my thumb over the head and working the moisture there over my length. The way she watches me is an incredible turn-on. I pump myself harder, wishing I were in her. Wishing I could touch her and give her the same pleasure.
“Does it feel good?” she asks, and I notice her nipples through the fabric of her dress.
“Yes. For now. But it won’t last. It’s not the same,” I grit out.
“Not the same as being with me?”
I slow my hand and shake my head.
She moves closer to me, so close she brushes my cock with her body, and I hiss in a breath. “Let me see if this helps.”
She sinks to her knees and takes my cock into her mouth.
My dragon is doing backflips inside me. I dig my fingers into her hair, my thumbs brushing over the crown of marigolds on her head, and I am undone.
“This crown,” I rasp. “You are a fucking queen. A fucking goddess.” I thrust to the back of her throat, trying not to hurt her but completely incapable of restraining myself. She sucks harder. Takes me in deeper. Faster. And then her blue eyes look up and lock on mine.
I lose all control. My balls tighten. Two more thrusts and I empty myself down her throat. She swallows, but it’s too much for her. It spills out of the corner of her mouth, down her chest, onto the floor.
She stands and wipes the excess from her lips with her thumb, then gives me a heated smile. “How’s that? Better than your hand?”
I’m beyond words. I growl and pull her against me. My lips crash down on hers, and I invade her mouth, tasting myself on her tongue. It revs me up even more. I sweep her into my arms. She squeals when I throw her over my shoulder and start walking toward the bedroom.
“Damn, I guess you know what you want,” she says.
I stop walking. I’m hard again, and it is actually painful for me to consider letting her go, but I ask, “Do you want me to put you down? Let you go?”
In answer, she slaps my ass, hard. “Don’t you dare.”
I make it to the bedroom in three steps and toss her onto the bed. I don’t bother with the buttons of my pajama top, just pull it off over my head and cast it aside. Then I reach for her shoes, popping each of her ballet flats off at hyperspeed.
“How are you hard again?” she asks, giggling. She helps me remove her dress and then stands to slide her black lace thong down her legs.
I knock her hands away when she moves to take off her bra.
“Have you seen you? It’s amazing I’m not hard every time we’re in the same room.
” I slide one of the black straps off her shoulder and then do the same with the other one.
I wrap my arms around her and unclasp her bra, sliding it down her arms.
She reaches up to remove her crown.
“No. Leave it. I like it. Queen, remember?”
She grins and leaves it where it is. I pick her up by the waist and set her back on the bed, watching her as she repositions herself. “You’re so beautiful, Zoe. Like a sunrise.”
“A sunrise?”
“All that blond hair, the blue of your eyes, those pink lips. Every time I see you, it’s like the sun coming out.”
She sighs. “You dragons sure know how to sweet-talk a girl.”
I crawl between her knees. “How do you take care of yourself, Zoe? What do you do when you think of me?”
Her smile fades and her eyes grow hot, and then her hand sinks between her legs.