Mica (7 page)

“Exactly! You said to me, without giving me a
choice
or a
voice
!” Abruptly, she came back to herself, pulling her body back from the advancing attack and straightening away from him. Her tone was calmer, but the words were no less on the offensive. “I acknowledge your motives were noble and pure. It
doesn’t
change the fact you were wrong. You don’t get to speak for me, or decide for me. You
don’t
get to choose my path. All you’re allowed to do is give me the facts and respect my decision.”

“It would be a false decision.” She was too loyal. Too caring. She’d dismiss the risk to herself. She’d count it as negligible, when to him, she was above everything. If it came to making the choice between the Clan and her…

It would be her.

It would always be her.

He flung his hand towards the door. “Leaving you is my choice. You don’t have the right to demand someone stay with you when they don’t wish to. Isn’t that right? I’m not staying with you, so leave.”

Mica waited for the explosion of words, followed by the slamming of the door, but instead, her body relaxed, her face calm and almost pleasant.

Every instinct screamed at him to beware, and a cold sweat broke out along his forehead.

She walked around his couch; unconcerned, unruffled, at ease and in control again. “So…I’m not your Only? You didn’t leave me because you are terrified of me being hurt in this war and decided to do what was right and noble by leaving me to keep me safe? You’re saying instead, you left me because your only goal was to have some fun with a girl you found attractive, and after you did, you were bored and done with me?”

Danger, danger
, but…he didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t know the path to take, the words to use, with her in this mood. All he could do was keep playing his part. “That’s right.”

“I understand. I still have a problem though.” And holy
fuck
, her gaze ran over him like she was using them to strip him bare before her, like she could already feel his cock inside her and liked how he was using it.

He cleared his throat, demanding his nerves settle. “What problem?”

She brought her first two fingers and slipped the tips into her mouth, that pink poking out to wet them, before she slowly took them out of her mouth, dragging her red bottom lip down as she did so. “The problem is you got me addicted to your cock, and you didn’t give me the heads-up of what was happening. I’m
aching
,” and she used the same hand so recently in her mouth to press against her crotch, the skirt indenting with the action and showcasing the curves of her inner thigh. “I think you owe me one last night. Let me use you to get off one last time. Think of it as being a gentleman and giving me a proper goodbye.”

No.
Absolutely not. If he was inside her again, he’d claim her. His dragon had been fighting from the beginning about claiming his mate, and this week it had been near mad with grief and rage. If it got the chance now, it would be impossible to hold back.

“You need to leave.” But he couldn’t force her to go. He couldn’t touch her. Putting his hands on her would lead to claiming. Doing anything to her would lead to claiming. He had to somehow get her away.

And she seemed to realize his problem, if the self-satisfied smile on her face was any indication. “You know how much I love that beard.” Had she ever sounded like that before, low and practically purring. “You promised you’d let me feel it against my pussy. You’re not going to break a promise to me, are you?”

His mouth watered at the thought of getting his tongue deep inside her. It had been in his dreams constantly this last week, the fact he never got to taste his mate tormenting him. Not having his hands on those curves. Not having her moans echoing through his ear. Not having her smiles or giggles or making him food or looking after him or being allowed the privilege of looking after her.

Just fucking being without his mate had been nothing but torture and torment, and he hated every damned second of it.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

And then…oh
fuck
…and then Sophie turned so her back was to him, and bent forward so now her arms were resting over the back of the couch, her back arched and her ass sticking out towards him. With one hand still supporting her upper body, she used the other to pull up skirt, and all the while she was looking over her shoulder at him, her eyes daring him to turn away.

No underwear.
Oh fuck, she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and that perfect juicy ass was laid out before him like a banquet for a starving man, and her pussy was wet and pink and perfect and he could smell her sweetness.

His dragon roared and raged inside, demanding to get to its mate, and his dick felt like it was about to strangle him for his stupidity in not going over there and sinking inside that delectable body
right now
.

Her clever,
clever
fingers stroked over the folds of her pussy, glistening with juices he wanted to suck off them. “Your mouth would feel so
good
, Mica. Everything I would need. You wouldn’t leave me unsatisfied, would you? You’d take care of your mate. Everyone would look at me and know how well you fuck me, wouldn’t they? Any man seeing me would know he’d never measure up.”

Hell yeah they would. They’d see her marked and sated and smug, and they’d know she was taken by a mate who adored her. A mate who would pull their lungs out if they got any ideas about her.

Sophie pushed two fingers inside herself, a low groan escaping her as she began to pump them in and out of that pink hole, and the dragon snapped its teeth. It was
his
right to be inside his mate’s body. It was
his
pride to cause his mate to make those sounds. Why the fuck was Mica allowing her to carry on without him.

Sophie’s hips began moving to a rhythm, driving those fingers in deeper, but the frustrated edge to her cries told how she couldn’t get them deep enough. “Mica,
please…
”

Dragon and man both snapped at that, and Mica lunged, moving her fingers so he could plunge his tongue inside her.

Sophie threw her head back and keened at the sensation, but Mica didn’t pause. She wanted this, had
begged
for it, and now he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied.

On his tongue was the earthy, sweet taste of woman, and he needed more. He pushed deeper, filling her as much as he could, letting her inner walls clamp against him as he took in more and more of her juices.

Her hips rocked back against him and he gave a small slap to her ass, a reminder who was now in charge, and a gush of wetness met the action, making him growl harder and go deeper.

Her first orgasm was going to be on his tongue, and by the sounds tearing from her throat, by the shuddering of her thighs, she was close. One more push, his fingers on that little nub, and she fell over, a loud shout above him as his tongue worked her through every aftershock.

As she came back to herself, he kept his mouth light on her, letting her settle but keeping an edge there, an edge he was going to build back into an inferno as soon as she was ready. He stroked over her ass and thighs, petting those gorgeous legs so nicely spread before him. Coating his thumb with her own juices, he placed it over the little pucker of her asshole, gently rubbing the sensitive skin there.

Sophie keened and pushed back against him, her heat starting to build again, the smell of her becoming more pungent and inviting. Damn, this woman turned him inside out. The way she opened responded to the little bit of petting, the small push inside that had her letting out a long moan, told him this was something they needed to explore in the future.

Right now though, he had another fantasy to fulfill, and he needed to claim his mate. The dragon inside him would allow nothing else, and the man was tired of fighting himself, the dragon, and the gorgeous, brave, sexy-as-fuck woman before him.

She was his mate, and if his mate demanded something, it was his place to provide it for her.

Mica rose to his feet, and his one smooth stroke buried himself inside Sophie. “That what you wanted? You wanted to be bend over and let me ride you?”

She was sobbing, that gorgeous hair moving over her back, begging him to gather it up in his fist. So he did, pulling her head back, the long line of her neck exposed to him, and he ran his tongue from her neck to the lobe of her ear as he gave an extra deep thrust.

The tables were turned, and she was at his mercy, able to do nothing except brace herself while he fucked into her and speak her pleasure. “Love you inside me.
Need you inside me.
Fuck me harder.” She pushed her hips back, an echo of her earlier edge coming through.
“Fuck me.”

His thrusts sped up and he pulled on her hair to bring her ear close his mouth. “Fuck you like that, you mean?” His other hand came around her stomach to her breasts, where he grabbed the neckline of the shirt and
pulled
, ripping the fabric and causing her breasts to spill out. Now they bounced with every thrust, his large hand cupping one of them, pinching the nipple between his thumb and finger in a way that had her hips stuttering against his. “That how to fuck you? Is only my cock going to fill you from now on?”

“Only if you mate me.” The anger from earlier now laced her voice, and she forced her pussy walls to clamp down on his cock, slowing his thrust, the sensation enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head. “You want this pussy only for you? Then you
mate
me. Otherwise, I’ll be on my hands and knees for someone else.”

Oh
fuck
no! He threw his head back and roared. He stopped his thrusts and used the arm on her belly to lift her while she still was connected to his cock, her feet no longer touching the ground.

Shifting to the side, he put her with her knees on the couch, pushing her head and shoulders down, keeping her hips lifted, her position leaving her as open and vulnerable to him as possible, letting him get inside her as deep as he could.

His cock pounded her now, forcing deep inside her, so deep she’d never question who she belonged to. “This body is mine. You think anyone else could fill you like this? You think anyone else could make you
scream
?” He did just that, shifting until the angle was perfect, where it hit that spot inside her that lit her up while his fingers played with her clit, alternating hard and gentle with the smallest edge of occasional pain, and she was a sobbing mess underneath him, fingers clenching at the fabric, mouth open and helpless to stop the cries that escaped, skin soaked with perspiration, sweat and pussy mixing in the air, bringing his dragon to the surface.

And her pussy was tightening on him painfully, her cries echoing, getting louder, and he took his hands to push apart her ass cheeks, watching his cock disappear in that sweet flesh, and
fuck
, he was possessing her, he was
inside
her, his dick pistoning in and out as he watched. His balls tightened, needing to pump into her, to make her a leaking mess full of nothing but him, and his vision went white as she screamed and clamped tight around him, as his balls emptied themselves, as the dragon emerged, demanding his mate, demanding they be joined, and Mica was helpless against it all.

Sophie…Sophie…SOOOOPHIE!!!!

Awareness was slow to return. Drips and drabbles. The tick of a clock. The refrigerator’s hum. The deep, grasping breaths of the woman underneath him.

“Fuck.” He pulled away, not having meant to fall atop her. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

She was giggling, her hand covering the side of her face not buried in the couch. “I can’t believe I did that.”

He laughed to, his chest expanding in happiness. His mate was here with him, and she had fought to be with him, to bring them together. There would be worries in the future, there would be fear. She was his world, and he placed her in an uncertain position. Still, here, now, there was only joy that she had chosen
him
.

Mica pulled out of her, missing the closeness as soon he was free. He pulled her up and into his arms, going to his bedroom. There was a long night ahead of them, and he wanted her to be comfortable for everything he was going to do to her. “You are a fearsome creature.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile breathtaking, allowing him to carry her with no pushback. “How so?”

“You broke a dragon’s will. Few beings can claim that.”

“Mmmm, claim.” She reached up and nuzzled under his neck. “I think you should show me more about claiming.”

That, he planned to do – tonight, and the rest of their lives.

Chapter Nine

Granite was as still as unmoving as his namesake as he stood on the roof, his eyes fixed on the open window of the apartment three buildings over. A woman was visible, bent at the waist, towel-drying long white-blond hair while the faint strains of the pop song she had on drifted through the air to where he watched.

She had on a white tank and jeans so washed they were as pale as blue could get, the same color of her eyes. Eyes he couldn’t see now, but eyes he would never forget, never after that first sighting, her fierce and ready to tear into him, though her prominent ribs showed her starvation and the multiple bruises and dried blood spoke of beatings upon beatings.

She was still too thin, a thinness that came from hunger and not her body’s natural shape, but – and here a curl of pleasure spiraled inside his chest – he saw the pastry box opened and on her table. She’d accepted the gift and had eaten at least one.

Even if she didn’t realize it, she allowed him to care for her.

It was a start.

A rustle of wings, and Bas stepped next to him. As the other Claw, he and Bas had a connection, a bond, that they could claim with no one else, not even their Clan Leader. It made others wary of them, but Obsidian knew that their loyalty was to him and the Clan, so he did nothing to interfere or lessen it, as other leaders in their history had sometimes done.

“Your Only is beautiful.”

“She is fierce and wild and a protector. To call her beautiful is to call out the least of her.” The woman straightened, flinging the towel to the side and letting that cascade of hair fall down her shoulders, framing a face that would make angels weep to behold it. “But yes, she is beautiful.”

Bas clamped him on the shoulder in support, not saying anything else, because what else was there to say? He knew the details of Granite’s pain. Nothing could be added now that would change anything.

Clearing his throat, Granite asked, “What brings you here?”

Bas’s face lit up, the smile breathtaking in its joyfulness. “I have news on another Only, and it is your place to tell our Clan Leader…”

And in the space before Bas finished his sentence, a certainty fell over Granite, a peace filled him, and he knew their world would forever be changed.

“…I have seen Ashirah.”

"What's that?"

"Who's the woman chained to your bed?"---

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