Page 13 of Bound to the Dragon (Wild Fated Shifters #3)
MADISON
P layfully, I hide in the closet of the main suite, trying to envision how my clothes will fit in here, along with Blaze’s things. Can we make it work this time? Or are we just going to end up fighting again and again?
The only thing we can do is try and hope for the best. I know I’ve been holed up in the suite for the past half hour, eager with anticipation.
I feel every hair on my arms rise as I wait for the Alpha to return to his suite.
He finally makes it back, and I slink further back in the closet to wait for him.
The bedroom door opens, and Blaze enters. I watch him pull off his shirt through the crack in the closet doors, his head turning left and right as he searches for me. “Maddi?”
He stands with his back to me, muscles rippling as he starts to throw himself onto the bed. In tandem, I bounce out of the closet. He turns, surprise etched on his handsome face.
“There you are!” Pure joy colors his eyes. “I was starting to think I’d missed my?—”
I don’t let him finish. I’m across the room in a heartbeat, pressing my body to his, capturing his lips. He grunts in surprise but responds immediately, arms banding around me, pulling me impossibly closer. Like last time, it’s as though our flesh seeps into each other.
This kiss is different from before, somehow—hungrier, more urgent. Blaze walks me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. His solid form pins me in place as he takes possession of my mouth. I moan, arching into him, craving more. Our hearts beat in rhythm.
“I want you,” I breathe against his lips. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for hours.”
Blaze peers down at me, sweeping away a stray strand of hair from my cheeks. “I’ve been counting the minutes to be here with you.”
In answer, I boldly reach between us, cupping the hardness of his erection through his pants, feeling the length and girth that I’m already dreaming about filling me again. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.
He hisses, hips bucking into my touch. Our gazes lock intently.
“I want to move in here with you.”
“Really?” Something snaps in his hazel eyes. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he claims my mouth again, kissing me so thoroughly I feel it down my throat, tickling the back of my neck.
His hands roam my curves, sliding under my top to palm my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, adding delicious sparks to the heat building in my core.
“Too many clothes,” he rasps, tearing at the hem of my shirt.
I raise my arms to help him, and in seconds, all of our clothes are off, and I’m bare to his heated gaze. Self-consciousness starts to creep in, but the raw hunger on Blaze’s face as he drinks me in stops it.
His mouth is on me again, trailing scorching kisses down my neck. He pauses to suck on my collarbone. I tangle my fingers in his hair, urging him lower. He obliges, closing his lips around one straining nipple.
I cry out at the sensation, my head thumping back against the wall. Blaze laves my aching peaks with his tongue, teasing mercilessly until I’m writhing against him.
“Blaze, please…”
His fingers dip between my thighs, groaning at the wetness he finds. “Is this all for me?” His voice is a low rumble that I feel in my chest.
“Yes,” I whimper, grinding shamelessly against his hand.
He rewards me by thrusting two thick fingers deep inside with a slight hook, and I mewl.
The pleasure spirals tighter and tighter, and my center clenches around his digits.
In and out, his fingers move, and I push my center against him, matching his rhythm, trying to create the friction I so desperately need between my thighs.
His thumb finds my clit, circling the sensitive nub until I’m trembling on the precipice of letting go completely.
“That’s it. Come for me, Maddi,” he coaxes.
I shatter with a hoarse cry, his name a plea on my lips.
Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me as he works me through the intense peak.
Before I can catch my breath, Blaze is lifting me, urging my legs around his waist, and my back rests against the wall.
His grip on me is firm; I’m secure in his arms as his tongue slides down my neck, and then back up, before taking my lower lip between his teeth.
I respond with a fervent kiss, opening my mouth to allow his tongue entrance.
My need for him is intense, and my body pulses with desire. I circle my hips against his length, feeling his hardness rub up against my clit.
I’m mad with desire.
“Blaze,” I beg, unable to take his teasing any longer, permitting him to do whatever he wants to me.
The thick head of his cock nudges my entrance, and then, with one powerful thrust, he’s sheathed to the hilt inside me.
We both groan at the exquisite stretch and fullness. He stills, giving me a moment to adjust to his size, peppering my face with soft kisses.
When I experimentally roll my hips, he takes it as the green light. Blaze sets a deep, driving rhythm, taking me hard and fast against the wall. The slick slide of him inside me, hitting that perfect spot on every thrust, has me quickly careening towards another peak.
“You feel incredible,” he pants against my neck. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
“Harder,” I plead, nails digging into his muscled back. “I’m so close…”
He increases his efforts, his hips positioning furiously, a male possessed.
The obscene slap of flesh against flesh mingles with our moans and gasps, a sensual symphony.
With every thrust, his pelvic bone stimulates my clit, sending pulses of euphoria throughout my body, making every nerve tingle with pleasure.
His firm grip on my ass pushes and pulls me over his erection, and the feelings are so intense, I can’t breathe.
“Come with me,” he demands.
His command sends me hurtling over the edge into mind-numbing bliss. The walls of my pussy clench around him, milking his release as his thrusts turn erratic. With a guttural moan, he spills himself deep inside me.
Sated, I cling to him as we both try to regain our faculties. Blaze holds me like I’m something precious, showering me with gentle kisses as he carries me to the bed.
He lays me down and curls himself around me protectively, our sweat-slicked skin cooling in the afterglow. I burrow into his warmth, savoring this blissful cocoon we’ve created, just him and me.
Perhaps this crazy, impulsive leap into the unknown is leading me exactly where I’m meant to be.
With a contented sigh, I drift off to sleep.
Everything will be all right. All those doubts between us are diminishing more and more every day. There’s no point fighting the mate bond. In the end, it will always get you.