Page 27 of Dream Lost (The Fae Universe #12)

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B as’s head was still mush hours later. He had carried Bridget upstairs, taken off her jacket and boots, and collapsed into bed beside her.

Apollo had seemed quieter than usual on the way home, and Bas had been too tired to ask what he had found on his exploration of the hospital. Whatever it was, it had given him a lot to think about.

Bas would worry about his brother later. At that moment, he had better things to do.

Bas tucked his arm around Bridget and wriggled closer to her. She fitted neatly into the curve of his body, and there was nowhere he would rather be.

Bas thought about the power boost she had given him in the hospital. Reeve knew that mates could share magic when they needed to. It was just another confirmation of what Bas already knew. Bridget belonged to him.

His dragon rolled to the surface whenever he thought about it. It was even louder about claiming her after what had happened in the library that morning.

Bas found blowjobs uncomfortably intimate at the best of times, but Bridget’s mouth on his cock? Pure fucking heaven. She knew just what to do to make him lose his mind. For Bas, that was a rare occurrence. He couldn’t wait to return the favor. His mouth watered, and his dick hardened just thinking about it.

Bridget sighed in her sleep and rolled over in his arms to face him. Her big eyes opened, and she smiled sleepily. She was so gorgeous, it hurt.

“Hey. What time is it?” she murmured.

“Don’t know. Don’t care,” he replied. His fingers trailed up her arm, fascinated by how soft her skin was. “How are you feeling? Today was a lot.”

“I’m good now I’ve had a nap. You did most of the work. How are you?”

“Good. Waking up with you is nice,” he said.

Bridget grinned. “Have you been watching me sleep, you creeper?”

“I have, but not in a creepy way.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s no non-creepy way to watch someone sleep, Basset.”

Bas laughed and brushed his fingers over her cheek.

“I was more awe-struck than creeping. You’re so fucking beautiful, Bridget.”

She turned her face into her pillow, embarrassed. “You can’t say stuff like that to me first thing after I wake up. I don’t know how to respond to it.”

“The best response is to kiss me,” he said.

She lifted her head and pecked him on the lips. “There you go.”

“That’s not a kiss,” Bas said and rolled her onto her back. When she didn’t object, he brushed his mouth teasingly along hers. He kept it light, tasting her gently. He didn’t want to make her feel pressured into getting physical if she wasn’t ready for it. Just having her so close to him made his heart pound in his chest.

The tip of her tongue flicked out, and his breath caught as a tingle ran straight to his dick.

When they both moaned, he deepened the kiss, his body angling over hers, pinning her. His dragon growled, and Bas realized the sound had come out of his throat.

“That a good sound?” Bridget asked, her hand resting on his cheek. “Your eyes are glowing.”

“Very good sound, and it’s my dragon. He likes how you taste,” he replied, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.

Bridget’s other hand slipped under the hem of his shirt and stroked the skin on his lower back. “Why does that sound extra dirty when you say it?”

“Because it wants it to be extra dirty,” Bas replied. He brushed his thumb over her full bottom lip. “It wants to thank you for the excellent blow job this morning.”

Bridget grinned. “Is that so? How does it want to do that?”

“By returning the favor. I promised I wouldn’t push you into anything, and I won’t,” Bas reassured her. “But if you let me, I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll see colors.”

“Big boast from a man who has never been near my pussy.”

“I got close enough this morning to have a thorough plan mapped out in my head on exactly how I’m going to make you break. You’re not the only neurodivergent in the room with an attention to detail, sweetheart,” he told her.

Bridget’s grin turned devilish, and she thrust gently against the hard bulge in his pants. “As long as I get a chance to get on this tonight.”

Bas rolled the rest of the way on top of her. “You can get on it any time you like, but I’m going to make you ready to take me first. Just so you know, I’m clean, and I can’t get you pregnant because I have a sigil.”

“A sigil?” Bridget asked.

Bas pulled down the side of his jeans and showed her the ink tattooed on his hip. “You didn’t notice this morning?”

“I was a bit distracted by a massive dick in my face, and not much else registered,” she replied. She bit her lip and ran her fingers over it. “I like it and will get acquainted with it later.”

“You can get acquainted with any part of me you like,” he said and kissed her again. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of her sweet sounds. His hands moved under her shirt, gently petting her. Bridget took his hand and moved it up to her breast.

Bridget said, “I should probably also warn you that I’m not a sexy lingerie girl either. Lace makes me itchy and?—”

Bas silenced her with a firm kiss. “I don’t care how it’s wrapped, love. If it makes you feel better, I can only wear one brand of cotton boxers, and I can’t have tags on my clothes.”

“Fuck, you are perfect,” Bridget said, kissing him harder. Her fingers tugged through his hair, and he ground up against her core. “Get me out of these clothes. I need to feel your skin against mine.”

Bas wasn’t going to second guess that order. He let her sit up long enough to get her black T-shirt off. She was wearing a sports bra with a zip at the front.

“Gods, that’s the handiest bra I’ve ever seen,” he said, delighted and fascinated. “Why don’t they make them all this easy to get into?” He tugged the zip down, and both sides parted, freeing her breasts. They were a perfect handful with dark nipples that he got into his mouth straight away.

Bridget’s hands tightened in his hair, and she squirmed under him. “Fuck, Bas.” He took that as a sign that she liked her nipples being played with, so he took his time figuring out just how much stubble and tongue to use to make her pant and grind beneath him.

Bridget undid her jeans and started to wriggle. “Taking too long, Bas.” He flicked his tongue against her nipple once more before grabbing the waistband of her jeans.

“Lift,” he said and pulled the jeans off her golden-brown legs. She was wearing plain black cotton panties and was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

“Get your shirt off already. I want to see what you’re hiding under there,” Bridget insisted. She got up on her knees and tugged at the buttons on his shirt, and he let her pull it off his shoulders. “Fuck, I knew you would be the perfect level of hairy.” In a curiously erotic move, she ran her cheek over his pecs and made a happy sound. “Yup. Perfect.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Bas said with a soft chuckle.

“You don’t get it. I’m weirdly tactile, so I’m never going to stop stroking your chest now,” Bridget said and put her face in between his pecs. “Yeah, this is where I live now.”

“I feel the same way about the skin on your neck. Finally, someone as weird as me. I’m so fucking happy I stumbled into your mind library on Midsummer,” he said, burying his hands in her hair and tugging her head back a little so he could look down into her smiling face as he kissed her.

Bridget flicked her tongue against his and, while he was distracted, slid her hands down the front of his jeans.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Bas growled, capturing her hand and pulling it free. “He can wait, trust me.”

“Yeah, but who says I can?” Bridget asked and flopped dramatically backward.

Bas stared down at her and debated the merits of giving her what she wanted, but the scent of her arousal made up his mind for him. He needed to taste her.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised and kissed the bump of her belly. She was a wonderland of strength and softness that he was never going to tire of. He nuzzled her mound, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders. His dragon shifted restlessly under his skin, the scent of her driving it crazy. Bas licked the soft fabric where her wetness had already soaked it.

“Fucckk... Stop edging me,” Bridget complained.

“No.” Bas blew hot air through her panties, making her lift her hips and moan. He was going to make her come so fucking hard if it was the last thing he did. His mate’s pleasure was everything. She needed to be wet and ready to take him because when he got inside her, he wasn’t going to be patient or soft. He was going to claim her so completely, she would never think about letting another male near her again.

Bas’s teeth tightened on cotton, and he watched her face cycle through surprise and horniness and back again as he slowly pulled them all the way off and tucked them into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Such a freak,” she whispered, eyes wide.

Bas smiled and trailed the tips of his fingers up her inner thigh. “Spread them.”

“So bossy.”

“If you don’t like it, say so,” he said, meaning it and challenging her to prove him wrong. He had seen her bliss out when he had taken over in the library. Knew that she needed to feel safe enough to let someone else take charge and get her out of her brilliant mind.

Bridget wet her lips. “I like it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to spread these pretty thighs of yours and let me look at you,” Bas repeated.

Bridget swallowed hard and opened her legs wider for him. Bas’s dragon slid into the forefront of his mind, and he couldn’t hold in the growl when he looked at her glistening pussy. Just as fucking gorgeous as the rest of her.

“Bas...” Bridget whimpered. His hand on her thigh tightened, and he licked her in one slow swipe. Fucking hell, he was going to fill his jeans and didn’t care.

Bridget’s moans were the sweetest thing he had ever heard as he nipped and sucked. He was taking his time and wouldn’t be rushed. She tasted too good, and he wanted her to feel like her pleasure was important to him. Her hands were gripping his hair so tight, and it felt so good. He was never going to get enough of the taste of his mate. He slid a finger inside of her and fought not to swear. Gods, she was so tight and hot.

“Bas, I…” Bridget said, her body tensing.

“Stay with me, little hawk,” he replied and let her feel everything he did. How much he loved the musky, sweet taste of her, how she looked naked and spread out for him like a feast he would never tire of. He wanted her to know how obsessed he was with every little thing about her.

“Holy fucking shit, you need to warn a girl,” she gasped, her pussy clenching around his finger.

“Where would the fun in that be,” he teased softly before stroking her G-spot. She made a strangled little cry and covered her face with her hands. “I’m so embarrassed that you make me so noisy.”

“I love your noises. It lets me know I’m doing something right,” Bas said and sucked on her clit at the same time as he hit the little spot inside her again. Her hands flew from her face to grip his hair. She ground her pussy against his face and came with a wrecked shout of his name.

Fuck. Yes.