Page 42 of Claimed By the Dragon

She blinked, but let him undo them and tug them down. She helped wiggle out of them, and then he tugged off her shirt.

As his finger traced her collarbone, between her breasts, over her bra, her clit throbbed and wetness rushed between her legs.

With barely-there touches, Trahern Lewis had made her more aroused than she’d ever been in her life.

Then he trailed his finger to her stomach and stopped where her stretch marks were the worst and stated, “I’m glad you survived, Grace. Both your past and the birth.”

He continued to stroke the marks, back and forth, and a rush of tenderness warmed her heart. “So am I.”

His heated gaze met hers, his pupils flashing a few times before he said, “I won’t claim you completely yet. But I want to kiss your entire body. Memorize every inch. Ensure I don’t leave any part untouched or explored. Will you let me?”

She brushed a lock of hair off his forehead and then cupped his jaw. As she ran her thumb back and forth, he leaned into her touch. “Yes, I want your mouth on me very much.”

It wasn’t the sexiest or most romantic way to say things, but this was Trahern. And with her dragonman, she would always be honest. Innuendoes or dirty talk wasn’t for him.

His gaze heated further, and he ran a hand under the band of her underwear. “Take these off. Please.”

She did, and then stood only in her bra. He traced the edge of the big cup, needed because she was still nursing. “I will kiss these later. When you’re not so sore.”

Maybe it should be embarrassing that he knew how difficult it’d been for her to feed her two dragon boys enough, but oddly it wasn’t. This was Trahern. He simply wanted facts and acted accordingly. He wouldn’t mock her for the truth.

She took his free hand and guided it between her thighs. “Touch me here. Please.”

As he lightly ran a finger through her center, he growled and took her mouth in a fierce kiss. He lapped and stroked, all while teasing her clit and her core, making her pant and squirm and need more. So much more. “Trahern. Stop teasing me with light touches.”

His gaze burned before looking down at where he was caressing her. Watching as his fingers teased her made her even hotter, especially as he determined the pressure and pace she liked.

As she braced a hand on his shoulder to remain upright, her gaze traveled over his muscled chest, down to his straining cock behind his trousers. Yearning shot through her, wanting to drive him as wild as he made her.

But then his words garnered her attention before she could do anything. “I’ve researched what to do, but have never tried it before. Let me see if I can make you orgasm, Grace.” His eyes met hers again. “With my mouth.”

Her knees nearly buckled. “Yes. Please, yes.”

His lips twitched a second before he helped Grace lay down on her back, his body settling between her thighs until his face was a few inches from hers. As he stroked his knuckles down her cheek, he murmured, “My mate.”

She nodded, and he kissed her. First, he lingered on her mouth, making her squirm and hot and desire more. So much more.

Then he went to work, his mouth exploring everywhere, from her forehead to her neck and down her torso.

And after he pushed her legs wider, he stared at her core and stroked a finger through her center. She swore she heard him growl, “Mine to claim.”

But before she could think too much on his words, Trahern took her mouth in a fierce kiss again, and everything but the feel of Trahern’s lips and tongue and fingers left her mind.

Trahern’s penis throbbed and ached, and he was tempted to try claiming his mate fully.

But once he’d kissed his way down her body and was level with her vagina, her scent made his mouth water.

He wanted this.

His dragon spoke up.Then tease and lap and stroke her pussy.

His beast’s words sent more blood to his penis. How he wanted her.

Then kiss her, his dragon stated.No matter what, Grace will not laugh or make fun of us. Stop stalling.

After removing his glasses and spreading his female’s legs wider, he nuzzled one thigh and then the other, more than a little surprised at how much the scent of her arousal affected him. He’d never really understood the other dragon-shifters and their talks of needing to taste someone. He’d put it down to them being sedated after surgery and spouting nonsense.

However, as he stared at Grace’s center, wet and swollen, he leaned forward and gave a tentative lick. The taste of her sweetness hit his tongue with a tang of salt, and it shot straight to his genitals.