CHAPTER 101
DAKOTA
I’m panting under my blindfold. My skin is tingling with awareness of Murr, and how close he is behind me. He’s not touching me, but I know he’s there just the same.
And it’s like I can sense what he’s thinking, how his mind is working.
Not full-fledged thoughts. Just vague pricks of ideas that drift into my mind as if they were my own.
Maybe it’s the blindfold heightening my senses after all, but something in me knows that he’s thinking absolutely wicked thoughts.
He’s daydreaming about what he wants to do to me.
Then again, he’s a guy and we’re newly married. Why wouldn’t he be thinking wicked things?
I touch the collar of my shirt, because for some reason, it feels like his focus is there. Does he want me to take it off? “Murr?”
“Yes?” He’s practically purring.
“Are you thinking filthy thoughts?”
“Say more…”
Say more? My head is already whirling with mental images of what we could be doing right now.
His mouth could be pressed between my thighs, kissing me in my most private spots.
He could be kneeling in front of me, worshipping my clit.
His hands could be grabbing my buttocks and grinding my cunt against his face…
And now I know those thoughts aren’t entirely mine, because I have never thought of my pussy as a “cunt” before.
The word’s a little too visceral, a little too carnal of a way to refer to my own body part.
“You are thinking of naughty things,” I breathe, my hand sliding down between my thighs. “About touching me here, aren’t you?”
He groans, pressing up against me from behind. His cock, prominent and hard, presses against my lower back. He slides an arm around my front, cradling my neck and tilting my head so he can kiss the side of my throat, right over my bite. “Dakota hear Murr?”
“Not quite. It’s more like…I get ideas that feel like they’re mine, but they’re phrased in a way that I know they’re not, if that makes sense.”
“Explain,” he says as he nibbles on my skin.
How do I explain that to him? It’d be easier to show. I wonder if I can do the same thing to him, push thoughts he wouldn’t normally have over to him and see his reaction? I try to imagine something that Murr would never think of, something he wouldn’t find sexy.
Aggie’s wigs, I realize a moment later. He finds them puzzling and vaguely unpleasant, though he would never say so to her. So I picture myself wearing “Shakira” and that I’m naked in his arms, his fingers running through my fake hair. I think about it so hard that I give myself a headache.
The nibbling on my neck stops. Murr pauses, and I can practically feel his confusion.
A laugh bubbles up inside me. “It’s not that we can talk, directly. It’s like we’re just sending concepts to each other.”
“No send Aggie hair,” he says, his fingertips trailing down my skin. “Not when kiss.”
“Fair enough. I just wanted to see if it worked.” I smile, leaning back against him. “I wonder if the others realize they can send thoughts to their mate? Or if we just have something special.”
“Dakota special,” Murr says, his hand sliding down my front in a way that sends shivers through me. His fingers move to the waist of my jeans, and he pops the button there. “Taste, perfect. Smell, perfect. All special, all perfect.”
Is it inappropriate to think about tossing your dragon husband to the ground when you’re on a rescue mission? Probably, but I’m still going to do it. I toss the blindfold aside and turn around in his arms. “Lie down for me,” I whisper. “We’ll be quick.”
His eyes light up, swirling a rich amber with arousal. “Dakota…perfect wife.”
The praise makes me chuckle. “I don’t know about that.
I’m not perfect. If I was, I’d probably want to have babies.
” Meeting Gwen had opened my eyes to a few things—namely that a drakoni can get his wife pregnant.
Something about the bite changing my blood to “match” his also rewrites my biology to be fertile to him.
“No babies,” Murr says. “Have Rabbit. Have Aggie. Have Dottie. Have Stella. Cats.” His hands roam over my clothing as I straddle him. “No babies needed.”
I seat myself on his abdomen, leaning forward and stretching my smaller body over his. “Maybe babies at some point. Maybe not. For now, I like that it’s just us together.”
His hands squeeze my ass. “Just us…perfect.”
I kiss him, because I love that we’re on the same page.
I’m not opposed to children, just opposed to the timing at the moment.
Maybe when we’ve got a big garden in front of the bookstore and everyone is happy and healthy, then we’ll think about it.
For now, I can happily touch my man and not have to worry that someone’s going to get pregnant.
Does it mean we can’t go wild and have him finish inside me?
Yes, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.
And we have a lot of fun.
I lift up off him and slide my jeans off in the most graceful way possible, which is not very graceful at all, but we’re so busy kissing and touching each other that it doesn’t matter.
My panties go next, and I seat myself over him again, this time atop his cock.
I arrange our bodies so his length presses between my folds, and rock against him.
“We’re going to have to be quick,” I say again. My hand goes to his abdomen, and I brace myself over him. “But I’m okay with that if you are.”
Murr takes me by the hips and seats me atop his length, lowering me down onto his shaft. There’s his answer. He’ll take me however he can have me. Quick, slow, all of it is good as far as he’s concerned.
I move over him, touching myself as I ride his cock, and maybe it’s the subtle connection of our thoughts, or maybe it’s that he knows just what I like, but it takes me no time at all to come.
Once I’ve climaxed, Murr pulls out and buries his cock in my folds again, my labia cradling his shaft as he moves.
He comes all over my pussy, my hips, and my thighs, coating my skin with his seed.
It’s a good thing I carry his towel-cape around, I decide, as we curl together in the grasses, panting. I can use it to clean up our mess.
Maybe I need to start carrying two capes.