Chapter 35
Thirty-Five
Ella
Dirk peered through the hole in the attic wall, sitting back on his knees and heels with the pose of a master of patience. Which he had to be, given he hadn’t moved for an hour.
Meanwhile in the cramped space, I had my knees drawn up to my chin, breathing in stale air warmed by the midday orblight as it filtered through tiny cracks in the ancient walls and ceiling.
He watched the building across the promenade, and I watched him. He’d said something about it being a front for Mirko, connected via a tunnel with his residence next door. I’d barely listened. My mind wasn’t on the surveillance we were supposed to be conducting.
It was on the watch Dirk had kept through the night. On me.
My dragon stirred with every thought of him, not responding to me but active. Impatient. Focused. The room surely wasn’t as warm as my skin felt.
It was hard to stay calm, thinking about how Dirk had been there, watching and protecting all night long. The lengths he had gone to keep me safe from everything including him. He’d had me vulnerable, and could have done whatever he wanted.
But unlike every other Elite I’d ever known or encountered, he didn’t take advantage of the situation. He actually built a wall between us to show that he knew, and most importantly, that he cared.
I bit my lip as I stared up at my mate, my heart steadily pumping blood at an increased rate.
That sort of dedication and conviction did not grow on trees. I knew that for a fact, having seen the very opposite side and been at its mercy.
Dirk was showing me that he was different. Just as I’d asked him to from the very beginning. I hadn’t known what I meant with my request, as I’d told him, but now, seeing the light, the good in him, and the effort he was putting in … it was doing things.
There was no denying I had lost my initial battle to keep him away.
Now I was struggling not to move too fast. I didn’t want to become lost, but I was losing that fight as well.
Every bit of me wanted to be closer to him.
To experience all Dirk had to offer, and damn the chance that I might be hurt from it.
He’s worth it.
The room was growing brighter around me. My breathing shortened as memories cropped up—the sweet caress of his hand over my skin, the pleasurable goosebumps left in its wake. A gasp. A moan.
And the pleasure, oh, the pleasure.
Wild thoughts swirled in my mind. About things unfinished. My dragon spread her wings. She agreed, I think, though she still wasn’t truly talking to me.
Soft tones of flannel tickled my nose. Dirk’s mate scent was once again in the air, invading my space and my mind with its potent sorcery.
“Ella,” Dirk ground out, his head twitching. “We’re supposed to be watching Mirko’s property.”
“I know,” I whispered, well aware of what we were supposed to be doing, compared to what I wanted to do.
“I need you to … calm yourself,” he grunted, the veins in his neck standing out, even as his head started to come around to look at me.
“Uh-huh,” I said, now fully pressed up against his side, slowly grinding my chest into his arm as I kissed his neck. “I know you do.”
“Then please … stop.” The agonizing frustration in his voice only made me want him more, somehow.
“I don’t know if I can,” I whispered back throatily, leaning on his shoulder and staring down between his legs as his pants grew tight around his cock.
He was getting hard. For me.
An insane picture filled my mind, an idea just as wild as throwing my soaked underwear at him. Where this boldness was coming from, I didn’t know, but my body was already going along with it.
“Ella,” Dirk groaned, his gaze flicking to me and then back to the window as my hand dove between his legs, stroking the firm bulge.
I slid around him, hooking my legs around his waist as he knelt back on his heels, my arms around his neck.
“Are you sure about this?” he groaned, looking at me, then quickly back to the window, and then at me again.
“Yes,” I said, grinding my hips against him. My pussy was going insane, even through multiple layers of clothing. Each time I felt his cock through his pants was a tiny explosion of delight.
Dirk’s hands were around my back, holding me in place as he stared through the gap in the wall, his eyes narrowed to slits with focus. It was admirable.
I backed away just enough to slip out of my clothing.
“No,” I said as his attention was drawn from the hole by my hands undoing his pants.
He froze. “But you just said …”
I grabbed his chin and focused his attention back through the peephole, leaning up to kiss him on the lips fully. “I’m in charge now,” I told him.
Even as I said it, I knew it had to be that way. I had to be in command to feel comfortable. At least the first time.
I undressed him, playfully telling him “the window” every time he looked away to admire my body. His eyes were glowing silver-blue, and his cock was thick and rigid as I straddled him once more, my legs hooking over his hips to dig my heels into his butt cheeks.
My right side tingled incessantly as I lined him up with my eager and ready pussy. I freed one hand to hold his shaft steady, guiding it to me as I lowered my hips between his legs.
This was not how I’d imagined our first time being at all, but when he finally entered me, pushing my walls apart at my own speed, I knew I couldn’t have done it any other way.
Despite my protests, Dirk’s attention continued to slip from the window. I let it happen, though I continually guided him back to it as I pulled my hips closer and then farther, taking him deeper each time.
I moaned into his chest, hanging on for dear life as he filled me entirely. “It feels so good,” I whimpered.
“Of course it does. You are my mate. That should be no surprise,” he growled, kissing me. Hard.
I shuddered and, without cognitive thought, pushed my hips as far against him as I could go. My insides screamed in overworked delight, unused to anything inside me. My dragon screamed in victory.
And I screamed in pleasure until Dirk’s hand covered my mouth. I bit down on his fingers instinctively, but he didn’t shy away. His eyes were bright and full, staring into me as I moved faster. His hands around my hips pulled me in and out to help move.
“Ella,” he groaned, leaning in to bite my neck.
I shuddered, half-expecting him to claim me right then and there with his fangs, but he didn’t. Because I hadn’t asked him to yet. Again he was holding back. Keeping himself under control. For me.
“I can’t do this for long,” he said, his face tight, breathing hard. “Too good.”
Each word was short, clipped, almost broken as he forced them out. His hands held me fast, his mouth attached to mine.
“Then don’t.” I was already growing sore, despite the incredible pleasure, and I knew I would be tapping out soon as well. “Let go, Dirk. Come for me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I moaned into his ear. “Come. Fill me. Come deep inside me, Dirk. Take my body as your own.”
Dirk’s body exploded upward as he rose onto his knees, his arms like coiled cables holding me still as he thrust into me hard. Over, and over, and over. My body shook, my breasts bouncing and drawing his eyes to them as he stared at me with wild animal eyes.
I cried out, telling him I was going to come, and that sent Dirk over the edge.
His cock swelled as my insides clamped down on it.
My brain turned off as ecstasy flooded it from between my legs, pummeling the world into nothingness as I rode the wave and his cock.
Warmth filled my insides in the most right sensation I had ever experienced.
My eyes widened as I flopped onto his shoulder, watching the explosion of brown and gold marks. They ran up his neck, stopping at his jaw while continuing up and over his shoulder and down his arm. The stopped just shy of the elbow.
A second later I gasped as Dirk’s cock hardened and he prepared to fill me again with his second orgasm in just seconds.
I hung on tight for all I was worth, not wanting to spill a drop of his seed. It somehow was right that it belonged to me. Just as Dirk did.
And now he had the marks to prove it.