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And gods, does he make it easy to want everything.

Power fills me. A strength I never knew I had. Even on my knees, I feel it.

It’s a womanly right if ever there was one, and I lean forward to wrap my lips around him for the first time.

Zeke’s thighs tense beneath my palms, and I feel the power in them—the restraint.

He is holding still for me, just barely.

I let my lips brush over him, slow and reverent, tasting the heat of his skin, feeling how sensitive he was as I tease along the ridge.

His hands fist by his sides, and the low, guttural sound he makes sends a thrill straight through me.

I take my time, learning what he likes, how he moves, how his body responds when I curl my tongue just right or suck gently.

Then I bob my head, taking him as deep as I can until he isn’t saying words anymore, just my name, whispering it over and over like a prayer.

“Casey. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

I take his hand, putting it on the back of my head, holding it there as I continue to suck and moan around his dick.

“CASEY!” Zeke’s roar rattles the shower door. Literally.

It should have freaked me out, but I’m so lost to the sensation and taste of swallowing his release I barely notice.

I barely have time to breathe before he’s lifting me up and carrying me to bed.

We’re both dripping wet, but Zeke doesn’t care. He just sits with me on his lap and slams his lips to mine.

Then he lays down, pulling me with him until I realize what he’s about to do.

“I can’t! Zeke, I’ll crush you,” I say, half embarrassed, and the other half so turned on I know the moisture between my thighs has nothing to do with the shower and everything to do with him.

He laughs, that deep, possessive growl in his throat sending a shiver through me.

“Need to feel you come, Petals. On my tongue. Now be a good girl and sit on my face so I can fuck you proper,” he growls the words, sounding more beast than man.

There’s no teasing in his eyes now.

Just hunger and heat and something that looks very much like love.

So I let go.

I straddle him, trembling, heart pounding in my ears.

I’m helpless to do anything but obey. If this is what being mated to a Dragon means, then I am in.

Oh boy, am I in.

His growl pulses through me as I position myself with my thighs on either side of his head, then I lower my hips and groan as his big hands cup my ass, holding me in place.

And when he shows me just how deeply he means it—how much he really wants me with his lips, his tongue, and even his teeth—my entire body trembles and I fall even harder.

His tongue traces every inch of me like he’s memorizing the shape of my soul, and my entire world tilts.

Zeke’s growls and groans reverberate through me like thunder rolling through the hollow of my chest, echoing in places I didn’t even know existed.

I cry out, the sound torn from somewhere deep and sacred.