Page 13 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss (Mated to the Monster: Season 3)
Chapter Thirteen
MINE
Khanner Rokoth
I have never been the kind of man to lose focus.
I run the finances of an empire, oversee multi-billion-dollar transactions, ensure that Vormugh Enterprises stays dominant in a ruthless corporate landscape.
And yet?—
I have no idea how the rest of the quarterly business meeting went.
And honestly?
I don’t care.
Because this?—
Sunny in my arms, her lips against mine, her breath mingling with mine?—
This is what I need.
More than breathing.
More than power.
More than anything.
She is fire in my veins, a treasure I never knew I was missing, and now that I have her, I can’t imagine ever letting go.
She showed me a piece of herself today.
Her determination.
Her passion.
Her soul.
And I have never wanted anything more in my entire life.
I tighten my arms around her, tilting her head back, deepening the kiss until she’s soft and pliant in my hold.
Her fingers curl into my shirt, gripping me like she needs me just as much.
I want to tell her.
I want to tell her she’s mine.
That I will never let her go.
That she will never have to hide from me again.
She pulls back, breathless, her dark eyes wide, almost dazed.
And then?—
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I go still.
For a moment, I don’t understand.
“Sorry?” My voice is hoarse, raw from holding back too much.
She swallows. “For… for lying. For sneaking out, for?—”
“No.”
I don’t let her finish.
I cup her face, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks.
“You don’t apologize to me,” I say, voice low, firm, absolute.
“But I?—”
“I should be apologizing to you.”
She blinks, startled.
I take a slow, steady breath.
“I only thought about how much I benefitted from you,” I admit. “From your work, your efficiency, your ability to handle everything without complaint. I never stopped to ask what you needed.”
Her lips part slightly, like she wasn’t expecting that.
I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in.
“That was not right,” I murmur. “I didn’t allow for a mutual, open conversation. That changes. Starting now.”
She softens beneath my touch, her hands resting on my chest.
And then I kiss her senseless.
Because she is mine.
Because she deserves to know it.
Because I will never stop wanting her.
Not now.
Not ever.
She softens beneath my touch, her hands resting on my chest.
And then I kiss her senseless.
Because she is mine. Because she deserves to know it. Because I will never stop wanting her. Not now. Not ever.
She melts into me, her warmth a perfect contrast to the hunger clawing at my insides. My hands roam her curves, mapping the places where she shivers, where her breath hitches, where her pulse flutters wildly against my lips.
I lift her effortlessly, carrying her to the hotel suite without breaking contact, without allowing a single moment of hesitation. She is fire and silk, molten heat and soft gasps as I lay her down, my body covering hers completely.
I kiss my way down her body, tasting the salt of her skin, the sweetness of her breathy moans. Her thighs tremble beneath my grip, her hips arching, chasing the pleasure only I can give her. She is bare beneath me, open, vulnerable, and it undoes me.
“You are mine,” I growl against the sensitive dip of her throat, nipping at her pulse. “And I intend to prove it.”
Sunny shudders as I slide lower, my tongue tracing the path of fire down her abdomen, dipping between her thighs. She gasps as I part her folds, my tongue flicking over her swollen bud, lapping at her sweetness until she is writhing beneath me, begging for more.
I give her no reprieve. No mercy.
Only pleasure.
Her hands twist into the sheets, her breath coming in short, desperate pants as I drive her higher, until she is trembling, until she shatters against my mouth with a broken cry. And still, I do not stop.
She tastes like heaven. Like something I will never get enough of.
When she is soft and boneless beneath me, her skin flushed with the aftershocks of pleasure, I rise over her, my own hunger burning through me like wildfire.
Her gaze drops between us, pupils blown wide as she takes in my arousal. My twin phalluses throb, the upper one smaller, ridged, already slick with her heat, while the lower one is thick, full, pulsing with need.
She bites her lip, a teasing smile curving her swollen mouth as she wraps her fingers around the smaller length, sliding her palm along the ridges. A sharp hiss escapes me, my hips jerking forward at the contact.
“Khanner,” she breathes, her voice full of wonder. “I want?—”
I silence her with a kiss, claiming her lips as I position myself between her thighs. My lower cock presses against her entrance, teasing, stretching, until I sink inside, filling her inch by inch.
She arches beneath me, gasping, her nails digging into my shoulders as I begin to move, slow and deliberate, dragging out every sensation, every breathless moan, every whispered plea for more.
She rocks against me, the slide of her heat against my upper length igniting every nerve in my body. The friction is exquisite, unbearable, her slick folds caressing me in ways I never imagined.
And when I finally spill inside her, marking her with my essence, bathing her in the scent of my claim, I don’t give her time to recover.
I flip her onto her stomach, my mouth tracing the line of her spine, my fingers sinking into the softness of her hips. I press my lips to her ear, my voice rough with need.
“You’ve rested enough.”
A shudder runs through her, anticipation and surrender woven into one. She turns her head, meeting my gaze over her shoulder, her lips parted in silent invitation.
I growl, positioning myself again, and when I drive into her, she arches, gasping my name in a way that makes my blood turn to fire.
And I swear, in this moment, she is mine in every possible way.
Forever.