More Wicked Alphas, Wilder Nights: Sizzling Collection of Paranormal Romance (Wicked Alphas, Wild Nights Book 5) (6 page)

She should slow down. Take a step back. Get to know the man—and the dragon—before she committed her life to them, but the she-dragon inside her already knew what it wanted. Jolts of pleasure had streaked through her at the sting of his teeth against her neck, and he hadn’t come close to breaking the skin, much less mark her as his own. She wanted it, though. And at that moment, she was willing to do just about anything to get it.

Pushing her hair back, Sloane uncovered herself for him, waiting, watching as he took her in. Mateo clenched and released his hands, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. His dark, piercing eyes lightened to brilliant amber, the pupils elongating into long slits. Beneath his skin, the shadow of black scales advanced and retreated, never quite breaking the surface.

“Sloane,” he whispered.

The garbled plea was all it took. Before she could process what she was doing, she had her arms around his neck, and her body plastered to his. His hands came down to cup her bottom, pulling her tighter against him. Every hard ridge of his chest pressed into her soft flesh, and his cock strained against her lower belly. Lips and teeth collided as he took her mouth. She opened up to him, needing his invasion.

His fingers curled, the nails scraping lightly at the skin of her ass cheek, then with a sharp tug, her delicate panties were gone.

Mateo moaned into her mouth—the sound deep, satisfied. When he pulled away, leaving her breathless, and her lips tingling from his kiss, she leaned in wanting more. But he was already moving. He dropped to his knees before her, keeping his gaze locked on hers as he grasped her ankle. Mateo waited for her to brace herself with a hand on his shoulder before lifting her foot and slipping her shoe from it, then did the same for the other.

With the gentlest touch, he traced the lacy edge of her stockings with a rough fingertip, then dipped his head, following the same path with his tongue, ending on her inner thigh. His fingers tightened on her hips as he took a deep breath. His heated exhale teased her skin, making her moan and clutch his shoulder tighter. Her pussy throbbed, and her legs trembled.

His grin widened, then without breaking her gaze, he bit her inner thigh. Sloane gasped and closed her eyes as need blossomed from that spot to fill her entire being. “Mateo, please,” she begged. The slow throb that had her dragon panting morphed into a pulsing desire so desperate she couldn’t think.

He brought his face closer. His hot breath fanned her tender folds, making her whimper. “What do you want, Sloane?”

Her fingers trembled as she tunneled them through his hair, tilting his face up a little. “You. Now. Right now.”

His nostrils flared, and in an instant, rather than have his face buried between her thighs as she’d expected, he had her up in the air and in his arms. One moment she was clinging to him, the next, her back was pressed against the floor to ceiling windows. His shoulders supported her thighs, and the only thing she could hang onto was his hair as he dove in, taking a long lick of her pussy.

He slid the velvet tip of his tongue all the way up, circling her clit, then down again before plunging it inside her. With his arms on either side, he kept her where he wanted her, secure, yet unable to do anything but hold on and take what he gave. His pleasured growls vibrated against her with every stroke, making the pulse in her clit throb harder.

“Too much. It’s too much, Mateo,” she pleaded even as she fisted his hair, pulling him closer.

Rather than slow him down, her pleas had him lashing his tongue across her clit over and over. When her moans became a steady litany of his name on her lips, he sucked her clit into his mouth. The soft sucking on her throbbing flesh had her closing her eyes and pressing her head against the glass. He increased the pressure, sucking harder, flicking his tongue over the tip, then sucking again. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t help it, as she thrust her hips forward, taking more—needing it all.

His fingers dug into her waist where he held her steady as he feasted. His hungry growls grew louder along with her whimpers. Fiery heat bloomed in her chest, filling her, spreading through her until pure pleasure exploded through her entire body. Her screams filled the air as she held on tight, her body shuddering and shaking.

Mateo slowed but didn’t stop until the very last tremor and contraction subsided.

She was vaguely aware that Mateo was moving and taking her with him. It wasn’t until he’d set her down on the bed that she dared open her eyes. She’d taken everything, and given him nothing in return. Well, that was about to change. Mateo stood next to the bed, his chin still glistening with her juices and his eyes half-lidded. His cock, long, and hard, stood against his belly. Licking her lips, she looked up at him again.

His dark hair stood on end where she’d grasped and tugged at it in the throes of her orgasm. And now it was his turn. She couldn’t wait to taste him, touch him, learn every part of him.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his voice deep, raspy.

“What?” she asked, blinking up at him as she got on her hands and knees facing him.

“As much as I want those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, there is no way I’m coming anywhere but inside your sweet pussy right now.”

She moved a little closer. “Who says you can’t have both?”

“Not this time, mate. One swipe of that hot little tongue of yours and I’m done.” He took hold of his shaft at its base and stroked up to the tip, then released it with a moan.

Sloane sat back on her heels, spreading her knees further apart when his gaze traveled down her chest and past her belly. She brought one hand up to her breast, tweaking her tight nipple while she slid the other between her legs.

“Mine,” Mateo growled.

She hadn’t reached her clit before the bed dipped in front of her, and he was there, pushing her back. He followed her to the mattress, pressing her body into it, his weight a welcome burden. His cock rested between her legs, hot, and hard, but not inside her where she wanted it most. She tried to move, to get more friction, but he pinned her to the bed and lowered his lips to hers in a slow kiss that stole all reason.

She was the one who was supposed to be driving him wild, making him lose control, just as he’d taken her control moments earlier, yet she was getting lost in him all over again. It was time to take her dragon mate by the horns.

She pulled her lips from his, and kissed his jaw, scraping her teeth along the hard edge, teasing him as he’d done to her. When she reached his ear, she nibbled the shell, and his whole body stiffened against her. He moaned and thrust his hips, rubbing the hard length of his cock against her.

Damn, but that felt good.

“Do you know what I want, Mateo?” she whispered the words into his ear as she scratched her fingernails down his back, before cupping his ass in her hands, squeezing it, and pulling him closer.

“Tell me,” he commanded with a hiss.

She nipped his ear again. “I want to feel that hard cock of yours inside me.”

He groaned and pressed his lips to her shoulder. He thrust against her again. “I’m holding on by a thread, mate.”

“Don’t hold back.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He scraped his teeth along her shoulder, back and forth, his tongue darting out to taste her as he did. When he thrust against her again, another throaty moan slipped free.

“Please, Mateo, I need it. I need you.” She accentuated each sentence with a small bite, each one a little harder than the last.

“Sloane,” he growled against her skin.

“Now,” she demanded before she bit his shoulder hard. The coppery taste of his blood flooded her. She hadn’t intended on giving him her mating bite, but when the spicy taste of him coated her tongue, the she-dragon inside surged forward. Her teeth pointed, and when she clamped down, they sank deep. Pleasure rushed from her soul, saturating her entire being. His roar shook the walls, rattling the framed picture hanging there. He lifted himself from her body long enough to adjust his position before he plunged all the way in.

He paused with his cock buried inside her, and she could hardly breathe. Not because of his chiseled chest crushing her into the mattress, or how he filled her as full as she could be, stretching her to the very edge of ecstasy and pain. It wasn’t even the waves of pleasure pulsing from where their bodies joined. No, it was the intensity of his stare as he looked her in the eye.

“You’re mine, Sloane. Forever.”

She tilted her head, knowing what was coming—needing it. His hot breath reached her neck first, then his lips. When his teeth pierced her skin, pleasure exploded from that spot—consuming her. She closed her eyes and pressed her neck deeper into his bite, savoring the throbbing heat overwhelming her senses.

Mateo, teeth still clamped on her flesh, pulled his hips back, then thrust fast and hard, taking her soaring ever higher as he did it again and again. Each time he did, she licked or nipped at his mating mark. His sexy growl filled the room, broken only by her moans, as he pounded into her.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, she met him thrust for thrust, taking her mate, giving herself to him.

“Come for me, mate,” he commanded as he snapped his hips, driving into her. His pelvis brushed against her clit with every thrust, and she was powerless to stop. Waves of ecstasy washed over her as she squeezed and released around him, gripping his cock as he kept plunging and retreating.

His smooth strokes faltered as he slammed home one last time and held himself deep inside her. His jerking cock sent her flying over the crest again as he filled her with his seed.

They lay there for a long time, neither of them speaking. Eventually, he turned onto his side, allowing her to breathe a little easier. Not that she would complain, she loved having his weight on her, but snuggling against him as he stroked her skin had her, and her dragon, practically purring with a contentment she hadn’t had in a long time—if ever.

Her eyelids grew heavy. How long had they been lying there, just holding one another? She pressed a kiss to his chest and closed her eyes. She was drifting away when a hard knock came at the door.

“Laundry service,” a harsh male voice came from the other side of the door, startling her into a seated position.

“Go into the bathroom, and lock yourself in. Don’t open the door until I tell you to.” Mateo hissed.

In an instant, he was up and standing between her and the only exit. She didn’t argue, didn’t question. She grabbed her dress and shoes and did the only thing she could. She hid.

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Keeping His Dragon
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Pausing, my hand inches away from the door, I listened as my mate’s voice rose in anger, his frustration biting into every word. He hadn’t slept in days, the constant worry eating away at him, his responsibility to the pack—to me—weighing heavy on his shoulders. Every night, he came to bed late, falling into my arms with a frantic abandonment that spoke volumes, our passion burning bright until the sun pierced the shadows, signaling the start of a new day.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open. He needed me, and he most definitely needed the coffee and sandwich I was carrying.

“James?”

His dark head jerked up from where it was resting on the desk. The large oak monstrosity had been his father’s, and dominated the room through sheer size and ugliness. Snapping his cell phone shut, he leaned back in the worn, leather chair, his eyes brightening as a slow grin curled his lips. “My love, you didn’t have to,” he said, but his hand was already reaching for the food, another sliding around my waist to tug me down onto his lap.