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Growing up in the foster system had kind of made ‘make the best of it’ Felice’s war cry growing up. How to make the best out of a supremely uncivilized dragon shifter that apparently wanted to mate with her, Felice pretty much had no idea. She sighed and swung her bare feet out of bed. She thought she should go find the dragon and try to figure out what was supposed to happen next.
She startled when she felt a hand curl around her ankle. Donovan was laying on the floor next to her bed. He lay in his canvas pants and no shirt. With one hand behind his head, and his legs crossed at the ankle, he was the picture of relaxation. Except for the fact that he was laying on a wooden cabin floor.
“Why are you down there?” she asked, cocking her head to one side. Willing herself not to drool over his sculpted chest and tousled blonde hair. He looked so at ease, so comfortable in his skin. It was very appealing.
“I was protecting you while you slept.”
“Protecting me from what?” she asked, a slight tremor in her voice. Come on, there was a dragon shifter sleeping at the foot of her bed. Who knew what else could be out there?
“From everything,” he said and tugged her down from the bed.
She gave a small yelp and landed in a heap on top of him. He quickly rearranged her so that she was tucked into his side. He ran a hand over her long hair, smoothing it down. Felice found she didn’t mind. In fact, she found herself pushing into the feeling like a cat.
“I’ll always protect you, True” he murmured. Felice felt his lips against her hair. It sent a delicious shiver skipping down her spine.
Felice lifted her head to look in his face and the question she was going to ask got stopped up in her throat. She realized that his eyes were the same color as his scales when he was in his dragon form. The lightest, green. Celery green. How had she not noticed that before? Sure, she’d had a lot on her mind over the last few hours. But his eyes were seriously gorgeous. She felt like she could see clear through them. Into him. Straight into the dragon that lived somewhere in there. The thought sent another, not unpleasant, chill through her.
She was unsurprised when her hand found its way to her neck again, seeking the jewel from her dream. The one that didn’t exist. The one that was the same green as his eyes, as his dragon scales. A green that called out to her even in her sleep.
“Why do you call me that?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“I call you ‘true’ because you’re my true mate and I’m yours.” The small, darkening cabin seemed to shrink around them as they both went still at his blunt statement.
“Is a true mate what it sounds like? Because we just met, buddy. That’s a little presumptuous.” She sat up and shook her hair back, staring him in the eye. She could bluster her way out of this intensity. She’d been doing it her entire life.
His eyes travelled down her sumptuous form, taking her in. He came up on one elbow. “I could explain what a true mate is. But it would be easier to show you.”
Felice suddenly felt every molecule of air that was touching her skin. She couldn’t think past the feeling of her soft legs pressing into his warmth. And she was very, very aware that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Let me show you,” he said and her eyes dropped to his lips, watched them form the words. She found herself licking her own in response. One of his hands tracked up her bare arm and tangled in her hair.
“Let me show you what a true mate is, Felice.”
It was her name in his mouth that did it. Broke the thin veneer of logical thinking that Felice was hiding behind. His voice saying her name felt like he was calling her home. Calling her back to something she’d been searching for her entire life.
She felt herself nodding. Heard her own voice speak. “Show me.”
The words had barely left her mouth before he was standing, rising with her in his arms. Felice expected to be laid gently on the bed but he tossed her instead and she bounced slightly. Donovan straightened and dragged a hand roughly through his hair. He paced a small line in front of her. Felice wasn’t sure what got him suddenly so agitated.
She opened her mouth to ask, but words suddenly exploded out of Donovan in a rush.
“True mates want naked. All the time.” He turned and looked at her. “You told me to put pants on. But I’m taking them off.”
He ripped his pants off and tossed them away. “Get used to it.”
Felice’s eyes traveled the length of his body and then the length of his very awake cock. She felt a coal start burning deep inside her. Her body gripped at the heat and soon she felt it between her legs. In her breasts.
“I want you naked,” he growled at her.
Felice nodded and reached her hands down to slip off her camisole but he was there, in front of her, tearing it off over her head and throwing it to the side. Next he grabbed her leggings by the ankles and ripped those off too, whipping them across the cabin as if they’d personally offended him. She sat on his bed in just a pair of red lace panties. Her heart raced in her chest. She’d never been naked with a man before and she’d always thought that she might be self-conscious. That maybe she’d attempt to hide herself from his gaze. But there was no hiding from Donovan. His eyes raked over her body. She felt his gaze as if he were touching her. She felt proud of the heat that reared up in his expression. She’d put it there.
He leaned forward over her and slid her panties off her legs. They fell limply from his hand.
“Show me all of you,” he said in the voice of a man on the edge.
Felice knew what he was asking for. She slowly spread her legs, let him see her core, wet and aching for him.
Donovan fell to his knees like a man in prayer. “Mine,” he murmured, turning his lips to one of her knees, but keeping his eyes on her pussy.
“True mates are two halves,” he said, rocking his cheek against her inner thigh and scratching his stubble lightly against her.
Felice’s muscles tightened but she found herself opening her legs even farther.
Suddenly Donovan was standing again, two feet away from her. Felice found herself reaching her hand out to him, lamenting the loss of his closeness.
“I’m going to show you what a true mate is. I’ll prove to you what we are.” His light eyes caught a beam of the setting sun and showed silver. His hair was rumpled and tumbling over his brow. And on his face was an expression of such vicious will, such intense, focused heat that Felice could barely catch her breath. His feet were planted and his hands flexed and opened at his sides. He looked like a warrior about to go into battle.
“First I’m going to kiss the red right off your lips. And I’m going to touch you until you can’t go on without me.” He took a step toward her. “I take care of you now. I’ll make you come. You might not even have to beg.” Another step. “First I’m going to make you come with my hand.” Closer. “And then my mouth.” Even closer. “And then my cock.”
Felice didn’t even have time to gasp before he was on her. He was on all fours on the bed, caging her in. His face was inches from hers, looming over her.
“You’re gonna know you’re my true mate,” he growled against her lips. “Your body won’t give you a choice.”
It was Felice that closed the distance between their mouths. His lips were a hot slash against hers and she found herself moaning on contact. At first touch all she could process was the heat of it. It was like there was fire in his mouth. She’d never experienced the fever of passion like this before. And it was still just a closed mouth kiss.
Her mouth came open just slightly and she couldn’t help but take his bottom lip in between hers and suckle it gently. But that was as far as she got before his hands spiked through her hair.
Donovan tipped her head back and opened her mouth with his. Felice’s body was as fiery as the setting sun out the window behind them. His kiss was brutal, unforgiving, uncivilized. His tongue swept through her mouth, meeting hers and sparring. This was the kiss of a brute. A wild man.
She co
uldn’t get enough.
The air in the cabin was close and hot as their naked bodies pressed together and began to slide against the slick of their skin. Felice tilted her head in the other direction and pushed up into him, meeting his fierce kiss with her own. Their teeth clacked in their hurry to get closer and it reminded her to use them. She bit down on his lip and dragged it between her teeth.
Growling, Donovan tore his lips from hers and planted his own teeth on the pulse point of her neck. He bit down, his tongue instantly soothing the ache, and Felice arched off the bed.
“Yes,” she moaned, almost incoherently. This was what she’d been lonely for. This was what she’d needed. She had no idea how he knew what her body was asking for, but he knew.
His hand raced down her side and tightly gripped her ass. He circled her bottom with his palm like he was going to spank her and Felice pressed her ass into his hand, asking for it.
Sliding down her body, Donovan met her gaze and quirked a small smile, but he didn’t spank her. Instead he flipped her over onto her stomach and bit her, right where his palm had just circled. She pushed back into it and moaned. God, why did she like that? She’d never done anything like this but it felt so right. So perfect.
His kisses and bites worked their way up her back in a delicious path that had Felice moaning into the mattress and pushing back on him. When his mouth reached the crook of her neck, she pushed back into him hard enough that she felt the top of his thigh against the wetness of her thigh.
“Fuck, Felice.” His hand slid down her side and over her ass as he pressed his chest into her back. “You need me, don’t you, true?”
She nodded, the side of her face pressed into the mattress. His hand slid over her ass and cupped the heat between her thighs from the back. The sunset broke the horizon and painted the room a golden red on it’s way out. Felice’s hands fisted in the sheets as she felt Donovan press into her with one finger. Her muscles tensed as she spread her legs and opened for him. She was so ready it and wasn’t going to take much to get her there.
“You’re so wet.”
She felt his forehead fall to her shoulder as he pressed his second finger into her. Felice rolled her face into the mattress and let out a loud moan.
Donovan started to work his hand in a rhythm that had Felice screaming into the mattress, writhing and untethered. She was grateful when the weight of his chest came down over her even more, pinning her still so that all she had to do was feel. His free hand snaked around her front and she turned her face into his shoulder instead of the bed.
She opened her mouth over his skin, baring her teeth as he brushed his thumb over her clit. Now she was screaming into his shoulder as he pushed, pushed, pushed her toward acute pleasure. He was twisting the fingers inside of her, hitting some magical spot inside her that she could feel all the way up into her belly. His thumb laced in circles around her clit.
“Just feel it, true. Feel what I can do for you. Feel what it means to have found the half you’ve been missing.”
His hand worked even faster into her and her orgasm hit her like a train. She wasn’t ready for it, barely had enough warning to prepare. She screamed into his shoulder, vaguely aware that she was biting down. Her ass pushed back into his hand and into his hip where he still had her pinned down. But he was so heavy on her that she could barely even gyrate her hips against anything. All she could do was let the tight ecstasy wash over her.
She sagged as the orgasm ended and was shocked when he instantly flipped her over. She opened her eyes and moaned aloud at the sight of him, bathed in the lavender light of sundown, kneeling between her spread legs. For a second, she thought he was going to take her right then. But then he was scooting backwards, shouldering her legs apart and fusing his mouth to her pussy.
There was no finesse, no ramp up, nothing but a man starving for his mate. He ravaged her as she pushed herself into his face, desperate for everything he was giving her. His tongue circled her clit before he plunged it into her pussy, licking her in circles that had her hips circling too. The scratch of his stubble against the sensitive skin of her thighs was so delicious, so overwhelming, she found herself clamping her thighs against his face to ride him.
He planted one arm over her hips to keep her in place and moved his mouth up to tongue her clit, to suckle her. This time she came like she was falling over a waterfall. The inevitability of it, so lovely, so relaxing, but the tumble was a long stomach flipping free fall. She heard a voice scream his name and didn’t even recognize it as her own. He sucked her through her release but promptly flipped her over onto her front again, raising her to her knees.
He came over the top of her, planting his hands on either side of hers, completely caging her in. His voice was low in her ear.
“You may not know it yet, Felice. But I’m your true mate. It’s my job to make you feel this good whenever you want it.” He dragged his cock through her wetness and she pushed back, trying to take him in. “I take care of you.” He dragged himself across her again. “I keep you warm at night. I feed you. I fuck you.” She moaned and tried to take him in again but he held himself back. “I give you unbelievable pleasure.”
Her body trembled as she felt him rear back. The head of his cock pressed at her entrance and he pushed in an inch. She wanted to push back on him, but one of his arms came up and circled her waist, holding her still.
“You’re mine, Felice.”
With a finger curling jolt, Donovan thrust the rest of the way, bottoming out inside of her. Felice felt him break through her virginity, and she braced against the sharp bite of pain. But he held still while it faded, while she got used to his size inside her. He withdrew an inch and gave it back to her.
Felice dropped onto her forearms, her forehead against the mattress with the pleasure of it.
“Yes.”
“Mine,” he growled again, following her down he licked into the shell of her ear and buried his face in her neck.
“Yes,” she moaned as he found his rhythm pounding into her.
She took everything he had. And gave. Her hips pushed back to meet his on every thrust. The two of them grinding against one another as he pushed in, like they couldn’t get close enough.
She could barely identify the feeling that was rising inside of her. It was pleasure, oceans of it. But somehow, through it all, Felice felt something else growing inside of her. She felt roots. She felt impossibly tethered, lashed to him more and more with every stroke he took inside of her. He was going so deep it was like he was becoming a part of her. Every time he pulled out of her Felice had to admit that when she was filled up by him, she was completed.
He was right. He had to be. It was the only explanation for this feeling that was exploding inside of her.
The arm anchored around her waist moved and she felt his hand at her clit. Working her. He was driving her to the edge but she had no idea how fast it was going to hit. Almost at the first swipe of his finger across her, Felice’s pussy gripped down on his cock, exploding. Her eyes bit closed at the sharp pleasure of it. She screamed into the mattress as he pounded into her from behind. Pounded her through the orgasm that threatened to tear her apart. It started in her pussy but radiated out to the tips of her toes. Her nipples tightened and as if he could read her mind one of his hands found here there. Tugging and kneading her breasts, prolonging the orgasm that had her forgetting her name, that she was even human.
She was every color of the rainbow as she tensed around him in tight, straining pleasure. His thrusts became frantic and deeper as he neared his own release. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she felt him tightening too. Heard him growl out her name. He pushed her up, up, up and over again. Into yet another release that had her sagging against the mattress when it was all, finally wrung out of her.
He collapsed onto her, but rolled off right away, taking her with him. He pulled out of her and tucked her neatly into his side.
A low, satisfied noise rolled out of his c
hest. His eyes were half closed. Felice wanted to strut around the room like a bird of paradise knowing that she was the reason for that look on his face. They panted against one another like they’d just run a race, their bodies shining with the sweat of their sex.
“Fine,” she gasped, kissing at his neck, sucking her way down his chest. “We’re true mates.”
CHAPTER SIX
“I hurt you,” she said, squinting up at Donovan through the dim, evening light.
He snapped to attention at her voice but his eyes remained closed. He hadn’t been dozing, he’d been reliving every second of the ecstasy he’d just endured. He’d known she was his true mate. He knew it in his chest the second he laid eyes on her. But he didn’t know it was going to be like that.
Utterly life changing. Soul rearranging. In the moments he just spent inside of her, his identity changed. It stretched and augmented to accommodate another person who was now a part of it. Half of it.
“Hmmm?” he asked her, unsure of what she was talking about.
Her fingers traced lightly over his shoulder, he felt a faint tenderness of pain under her touch.
“I bit you when I came.”
Her words had his eyes coming open. He looked down at his shoulder where she was tracing a red bite mark. Her bite mark. That she’d left because he’d made her come so hard. He grinned at it and at her. She blinked like she was looking into a bright light.
“It doesn’t hurt. It feels good,” he said, but then his thoughts clouded over with memory. “But I hurt you.” His hand automatically went between her legs, cupping her there protectively. “I wasn’t as gentle as I should have been.”
Now she was the one grinning. “You were perfect. Got it over quickly. It really didn’t hurt as bad as I heard it might.” A faint pink stole over her cheeks, fascinating him. “Were you surprised?”
“That you were a virgin?”