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Elle

I closed the gap between our lips. Licked out to taste him. Why would I ever resist this man when he held me so securely? Took so much care with me? Tried so hard to find compromises with me?

His arm banded around my waist, and he groaned into my mouth. “Elle.”

My heart melted, and I tugged him down for another kiss. He bent to my touch, but his hands on my waist were still too chaste for my taste, not straying above or below.

His erections grew against my core. A twist of my hips, and his ridges slid against my sensitive flesh through the thin material of our clothes. My pussy grew wet in response.

I nipped his lip. He crushed me to him.

His arm tightened around me, and the kiss turned filthy. His claws raked down the exposed skin of my back, sending shivers through me. Still, it wasn’t enough. Even now, he wasn’t pushing.

“Take me to bed,” I whispered against his lips while moving one of his large hands to my breasts.

As if a switch had been flipped, he hoisted me into his arms, lips locked on mine. My legs wrapped around his waist, hooking under his wings. The brush of leathery wings through the thin material of my leggings sent shivers through my body as he carried me to the bedroom.

He dropped me to the bed a moment later. I fisted the hem of my T-shirt and ripped it over my head.

He sliced into the sides of my leggings with his claws, tearing them off my body.

His eyes greedily licked over my skin, sending heat sparking through me. He nudged me back onto the bed, then knelt and wrapped his large hands around my thighs, tugging until my lower body dangled off the side of the bed. Anticipation flooded me at the dominant move.

One finger trailed along the seam of my pussy through my panties, a whisper of a touch that made me squirm in his grip. He glanced up at me. “I promised to eat your pussy until you passed out.”

I spluttered. Was that even possible? God, I’d like to find out.

“Would you like that, Elle?”

I squirmed in his grip. “Some other time.” From anyone else, I’d assume those words were exaggerated bravado, but from the determined glint in his golden eyes, I suspected Az meant them. “I want you inside me.”

He traced a finger down the seam of my lips through the thin satin of my panties, drawing moisture out. “I want to taste you first.”

I shoved my hips forward. “Yes.” As long as he touched me soon.

He growled, low and rumbling, before diving into my pussy with enthusiasm, teasing me through my panties with light strokes of his forked tongue. Gentle scrapes of his claws rasped the sensitive skin of my thighs until all I could do was moan and gasp.

A quick flick of his claws and my panties disappeared, cool air kissing the bare lips of my pussy. Then his mouth descended, and I thrust my hips helplessly into his face. Quick swipes of that forked tongue, my legs stretched wide around his flat face.

His hands grasped my ass, holding me in place as he feasted. His tongue delved deep inside me before coming up and teasing my clit. Deep inside, then teasing my clit, until I gripped his shoulders and ground into his face.

“Please, more, I’m almost there.” I panted around the words.

“Anything you want, Elle.” With a few expertly timed swipes of his tongue on my clit, I tipped over into ecstasy, clenching while his tongue delved inside, lapping up my pleasure like I was his favorite drink.

When my spasms subsided and I tried to squirm away from the excess stimulation, his hands clenched around my thighs, holding me open as he continued to feast.

My sensitized walls clenched around his tongue. He replaced it with one finger, then two, and I groaned in relief while my clit screamed out, although for what I didn’t know. More? Less? Too much sensation coursed through my body to pull apart the desires.

His thumb pressing down on my clit rocketed me into another orgasm, this one more earth-shattering than the first.

As I lay in a panting heap on the bed, he peeled off his suit jacket. My eyes focused in time to watch his shirt come off and confirm that, yes, his scaled skin moved from deep red to that golden color across his chest and down, disappearing into his pants.

How odd that I’d seen his dicks multiple times, but this was the first time I’d seen his chest.

“Are you ready for me, Arum ?”

“Yes. God. Please.” I weakly canted my hips, feeling so empty where his finger had filled me a moment ago.

Then his pants were gone and his erections jutted in front of me, huge and ridged and gold and scaled, and I remembered that somehow I was going to have to fit both of those inside me.

I grabbed for him.

He dodged out of the way and spread my thighs with his massive hands. A quick adjustment pulled my ass a little farther off the edge of the bed and brought me to the perfect height to take him.

The tapered tip of one cock notched at my entrance, the other brushing my labia. I squirmed, trying to get more .

He steadied me with a hand on my hip. “Careful, Elle. You’re so tiny.” His claws pricked my skin. When had he pulled them back out? Did he know those tiny pinpricks drove me crazy?

I nodded, then shook my head. “Please.” If I didn’t have him inside me soon, I might die. It ached so badly.

His wings flared behind him, looming over me, and fuck that was hot. “I promised to take this slow,” he said thickly.

He pressed down on one cock, grinding it against my clit as he pushed inside an inch with the other, creating a slow, delicious stretch that radiated throughout my whole body, muscles and nerves giving way. I rolled my hips, seeking more.

He cursed. More rubbing on my clit, another slow press inside until the slight flare around his cockhead lodged in place. The stretch was immense, almost too much. It burned so good.

I grabbed his hips, urging him on. Each millimeter pushed me closer to another earth-shattering orgasm, and I wanted to know what it felt like to break apart while he filled me.

He slipped in farther, then a little farther. That first ridge popped inside, my pussy trying to suck in more. That texture would feel amazing when he started thrusting. I rolled my hips and, fuck, yes, the tapered head, the ridge inside me, all pushed me closer .

“Hold still,” he bit out. He pressed down on my clit with his other cock, and I came apart, stars bursting behind my eyes as I writhed and clenched and moaned on his thick shaft.

“So pretty when you come for me.” His claws dragged along my sensitive inner thighs, shooting sparks through my body and sending me into yet another orgasm as the overstimulation rewired my brain to feel him and only him.

Panting, I lay in a boneless heap as his hands wrapped around my hips, bracketing them as he returned to his slow press, forcing his way through my trembling muscles. Each ridge that popped inside set off another shudder of pleasure.

“More,” I mumbled.

He shook his head, continuing to enter me in a series of small strokes while keeping steady pressure on my clit. Finally, finally, his hips were flush to mine, one cock buried deep, the other pressed down on my clit with one scaled palm.

Oh god. I shivered as sensation wrecked me.

He ran the backs of his claws along my inner thigh, setting off another ripple of shivers and an involuntary moan.

“My sensitive little human,” he murmured.

He withdrew slowly, and I whimpered and rolled my hips. Then he was back, and I was a creature of pure sensation. Nothing but his cock inside me, his hands on my hips, my ass, my breasts.

“Demanding mate, aren’t you?”

A palm on my ass, a flick of my nipples, I leaned into every new sensation, blood on fire, mindless with desire.

He nipped his way down my neck, and I tilted my head to allow him more access. Down, down, down, more kisses trailed to my chest, to one breast, and he rolled the nipple in his teeth. I writhed for more.

“You want more? ”

“So bad.”

He pounded into me in sure, steady strokes. I had just enough strength to dig my fingers into his shoulders. Rasping scales and hard muscle and the way he moved inside me, and then he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic.

Hot jets spilled inside me as he convulsed. Then he withdrew and thrust his second cock inside, and I came on a scream. His thrusts drew out my orgasm into infinity, until I floated in space. Nothing but pleasure and Az’zael’s nips and hands and pinpricks from his claws to anchor me.

He shoved himself deep inside me one last time with a bellow before collapsing on top of me. He quickly rolled over, drawing me across his chest as he sucked in air.

I nuzzled into his chest. It was warm and nice. His bed was comfortable, and I’d barely slept last night.

Az nudged me awake sometime later. The sun was still bright, but my stomach growled. A quick glance at my phone confirmed it was a little before noon.

At least a dozen messages stared back at me. I ignored them. Last night, someone had posted pictures of me and Az on social media, and my phone had been blowing up since. I hadn’t figured out how to respond.

“Let me feed you.” Az’s rumbling voice broke into my thoughts.

“Sure.” I rubbed my eyes. “No, wait, I have something in the picnic basket.” Closer to a snack than a dragon-sized meal. I’d hoped we’d do that in a day or two, so I could have some time to actually make a nice lunch. This morning, I’d hastily thrown together a few sandwiches while my mind turned over all the reasons he should send me packing.

The rustle of cloth and the creak of tiny hinges from the living room drew me out of bed. I hope he likes it.

I grabbed the nearest piece of clothing off the floor—Az’s shirt—and wrapped it around myself before trotting into the kitchen. It was just as opulent as the rest of the house, with marble counters, spacious cabinets, and a massive island in the center.

Az had a sandwich in his hand. It had leafy greens and tomatoes poking out from under the bread.

“That one’s mine.” I rummaged through the basket. “Feel free to try it, but this one’s for you.” It was little more than a pile of meat between two slices of bread.

“Thank you, Arum. ” He took it with reverence.

Half the sandwich disappeared in a single bite. Considering I’d thrown it together in an anxiety-induced fit this morning and it’d sat on the counter for several hours since, it probably wasn’t the best sandwich he’d ever had, but he chowed down on it like it was plated in gold leaf.

I took a few nibbles of my own meal, my stomach suddenly too full of butterflies to eat.

Once he’d finished, Az’s attention fixed back on me, his gaze tentative. “Will you consider taking the apartment now that you know what I meant by it? It’s just going to sit empty if you don’t.”

“So, um.” I grabbed a napkin from inside the basket and wiped my fingers. “I was really upset that I asked you not to give me one and you did anyway. Packing up and moving is a big deal, and I don’t like that you tried to make a unilateral decision for me.”

Comprehension dawned, his eyes going wide. “Oh. I didn’t…I thought you were playing coy. I didn’t think ab out the logistics…”

“Because you’ve never had to. I get it.” I started tidying up the counter, my mind floating back to the apartment and how upset he’d been when I’d turned him down. It felt less weird to take it when I realized that, if I ran it through dragon logic, it was a declaration of intent rather than a run-of-the-mill sugar baby gift he could take away at any time.

He wasn’t planning to kick me out at the end of the lease. He wanted to marry me. And if we could get our communication in order… “I’ll take the apartment if you can promise to listen next time.”

“Yes. I promise to listen to you.” He dragged me into him and kissed me soundly. Not the panty-melting, filthy kisses he’d given me earlier, but a full-body, enthusiastic exploration. His hands roamed up my sides, down my thighs. Gentle, so gentle.

“How long should I put on the lease?”

I shifted against him. “It seems unfair to ask you to go by human standards.” He’d tried so hard to make me comfortable, even if he missed the mark sometimes.

“I can do four months. Or five. Maybe six, if you really think you need it.” But the corners of his mouth turned down, and his forehead wrinkled.

I nuzzled into his chest. I’d noticed he always relaxed with a little physical affection. “Az, I don’t know where you got that number from, but two to four years is way more common for humans.”

He recoiled. “Years?!”

I ran a hand down his arm. “Yeah, but I thought about it a lot last night, and this is so unlike any other relationship I’ve ever had that I’m willing to decide within four months.” Az had been so sincere, so open with his emotions. Unlike any man I’d ever met. It was one of the things that initially attracted me to him, that intensity, his open enthusiasm for everything. Four months of that, and I’d be a goner .

There was just the small part of me that believed it might be a front. All my boyfriends had been nice to me at first. It always wore off after the first few weeks.

His claws dug into my hips with little pinpricks. “Four months.”

“Yep.”

His flat face wrinkled. “You’ll want to keep your job all four months?”

My stomach tightened when I remembered all the times Dwayne had gotten my mom fired. “I need—”

Loud banging interrupted me. Az groaned. “Don’t move. I’ll tell whoever it is to go away.”

He clomped out of the kitchen. I poked my head around the corner as soon as I heard a feminine voice from the doorway.