Chapter 10
Needing no more persuasion, Ruairí slid his free arm under Tamsyn’s knees and got to his feet.
Stalking across the living room, he stopped with his foot on the bottom step.
Leaning down until his lips touched her ear, he whispered, “Tamsyn Elizabeth Ryber-O’Clery, you are the beat of my heart, the very air I breathe.
Until I met you, I was only living half a life.
May I love you with all that I am, and mark you as my very own? ”
Turning in his arms, Ruairí felt her gasp and the skip of her heartbeat before he heard either. Then his heart nearly burst from his chest when she nodded, and breathed, “I thought you’d never ask, Dragon Man.”
That was all the encouragement the Guardsman needed.
He waited several lifetimes to be with the woman made for him by the Universe, and he could wait no longer.
Taking the steps three at a time, he pushed the door at the end of the hall open with his renewed Magic and, if possible, moved even faster.
Crossing the threshold was in the top ten moments of his life, and as he kicked the door closed, his lips found Tamsyn’s while she was still in his arms. The slow burn of their passion rapidly became an uncontrollable blaze as he slipped his arm out from under her knees, turned her to face him completely, and let her body slide down his.
His erection strained against the zipper of the pants, the Black Bear known as Luke called jeans, as his need to be one with his Mate grew into a living, breathing entity within him.
Walking Tamsyn backward, sure not to break their connection, Ruairí stopped only when he knew they were standing next to her bed.
Wanting their first time to last as long as both he and his beautiful Bobcat Queen could stand, Ruairí moved from her lips, kissed the column of her neck, and with little more than a thought removed her wine-colored T-shirt.
Nipping across the apex of her shoulder, he tasted every freckle he could find as the aroma of bluebells and fresh sunshine filled his senses.
When she struggled to breathe and whispered his name, the Guardsman smiled against her skin, thrilled that his Mate was just as excited as he was.
Kissing his way back to her mouth, marking every inch of her silken skin as his and his alone, he kissed Tamsyn until visions of their naked bodies intertwined in breathless abandon filled their minds and their Mating Bond.
Then and only then, did he repeat his efforts on her other bare shoulder.
The more he tasted, the more labored Tamsyn’s breathing became.
Her voluptuous breasts became a temptation he could no longer resist. Kissing across the lace top of her bra, he let his tongue slide behind the soft fabric and tasted the decadent flesh of his One True Fated Mate.
Not only was Tamsyn the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on, but she was also a treat from the Heavens.
His heart beat faster, and his cock grew even harder as she moaned with pleasure and held him close, unable to resist the unbreakable bond between them.
Opening the hooks at her back, Ruairí’s fingers touched every inch of naked flesh as it was revealed, causing Tamsyn to sexily growl, “Oh, Ruairí, please… I-I… I need you. Please… Please… Hurry.”
When he didn’t respond as quickly as his Mate would’ve liked, she writhed against him with renewed passion and tried to grab hands, but the Guardsman was having none of it.
Continuing his slow, passionate perusal, Ruairí whispered into her mind, “Patience, m' ulaidh ort. I’ve waited a lifetime for this very moment, and I plan to enjoy every single second.”
Even as she groaned with disapproval, Tamsyn pushed closer still, her hands touching, teasing, and taunting everywhere they landed on his heated flesh.
His mouth watered as he peeled away the silk of the cups of her bra, revealing all of her ample breasts and the dusty pink nipples begging to be teased and tasted.
Licking across first one and then the other, he was rewarded with an “Oh, sweet Goddess, Ruairí… please… I love… I love… Oh, yes….,” from his gorgeous Bobcat.
“You love who, Mo chroi’?” His lips curling in a smirk, he didn’t even attempt to stop.
Not giving her time to answer, the Dragon took the nipple he’d been teasing between his lips, sucking harder and nipping with a bit more intent until Tamsyn bowed her back, holding him to her chest, and screaming his name.
His hand kneaded her other breast, working her nipple to a hardened point between his thumb and forefinger.
The scent of her arousal grew more intense, filling the room with the aroma of love, life, and his beautiful Bobcat. There would never come a time in all of eternity that he would tire of that scent- or of her, the gift he’d been given from Universe, Fate, and the Ancients.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than did Dorman glare into Ruairí’s mind’s eye and growl, “Stop your games, Boy. You are playing with fire, and I promise to burn your ass for all of eternity.”
“You tell him, Dorry,” Bridgette agreed, using the Mating Bond to add her two cents to the conversation. “You ever hear of a cat on a hot tin roof, Ruairí? Trust and believe, you do not want to meet a Bobcat dancing hot a Dragon’s ass.”
Shutting out the demands of not only his alter ego, but his Mates, the Guardsman released his Mate’s breast, immediately licking the very tip of the other before pulling it between his lips as he pushed the stretchy fabric of her pants over her stunningly rounded hips.
With a mind of their own, his hands lingered on her amazing curves, lovingly appreciating the fact that his Mate was all woman.
His fingers stilled as they slipped under the thin lace of her underwear.
Letting her nipple fall from his mouth, Ruairí kissed the valley between her breasts, loving her sighs of pleasure and moans of delight as he left a trail of heat and seduction down her body.
Reaching the silk of her panties, the Dragon inhaled long and deep, immersing himself in Tamsyn’s wonderful scent.
Kneeling between her thighs, he slid her pants from around her ankles before ripping her panties from her body and throwing the offending material over his shoulder. Looking up her gloriously naked body, his mouth watered with the desire to feast as he saw fit.
Tamsyn was gorgeous when clothed, but naked, she was a thing of unparalleled beauty.
As slowly as his growing arousal would allow, his eyes worked their way from the merlot polish that covered her toes, up her shapely legs that very soon would be wrapped around his head, to her soft, full thighs.
He could not wait to feel her clinging to him.
Her rounded stomach and curves only fueled his extremely vivid imagination and begged to be tasted over and over again.
“Ruairí?” His name on her lips drew his gaze.
“Yes, Mo gràidh?” he sighed, massaging up and down her thighs with his fingers, sure to brush the outer lips of her pussy on every pass, loving that her hips sought out his touch, moving in time with his strokes.
“Ruairí…I need…” She gasped, breathless as his index finger ran up and down her slit, dripping with the proof of her arousal.
“What is it you need, Mo stóirin?” he teased, enjoying her ragged breathing and need to move with him.
Gazing at Tamsyn in the throes of passion, the Dragon thanked the Heavens, the Universe, and every other deity he could think of for such an amazing Mate. He loved that her head was thrown back, eyes closed tight, and mouth open wide as she called his name like a lifeline holding her to his heart.
“I…oh my, Ruairí… Yes, I-I… I l-love you, Ruairí. I-I-I… yes… yes…” Ending with a wail as he pushed his finger into her wanting body, the proof of her arousal flowed freely.
Wetting his hand and wrist, he caught the scent; it was unforgettable and irresistible.
Her pussy contracted around the tip of his finger, attempting to pull him farther into her warm, wanting body.
Adding another finger, he slowly glided in and out, her juices providing the perfect lubrication.
His thumb drew lazy circles around her swollen clit while his fingers continued to work her towards completion.
Every few swipes, he bent the tips of his fingers in a come-hither motion and gently brushed the special bundle of nerves that he instinctively knew would drive his Mate wild.
Needing to taste her more than he needed air, Ruairí quickly removed his fingers.
Chuckling when Tamsyn whined at the loss and grabbed for his hand, he leaned down and thrust his tongue into her pussy as far and as fast as he could.
Her taste exploded on his tongue. Flashes of light burst before his shuttered eyes.
So overwhelmed by love, passion, and need, he devoured his Mate like a man possessed.
Grabbing every drop of her juices, both the man and the Dragon King were fulfilled as never before.
Tamsyn tasted of happiness and home and everything that was good and right in the world- all the things Ruairí had missed for way too long.
The more his tongue moved within her, the drunker he became on his Bobcat Queen. Her hands tugged at his hair. Her legs flew over his shoulders and closed tight around his head. Breathing became almost impossible, and for the most part, forgotten as he consumed all that she gave.
His Mate’s body tensed. He could hear her heart pounding in time with his. Her legs tightened even more against the sides of his head. From one second to the next, she wailed his name as she came on his tongue.
Overjoyed at the responsiveness of his Mate, Ruairí continued to lick and tease as Tamsyn floated back to earth. Looking up, he found her smiling lazily and gazing at him through passion-filled eyes. His only thought was to find a way to keep that exact look on her face for all of eternity.