Page 31 of Dream Lost (The Fae Universe #12)

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B as was disorientated when he woke later in the day. His days and sleep patterns had been smashed to bits in the past weeks, and it was starting to get to him.

Slay the monster. Get the girl. Win the sleep routine back , he told himself.

Bas did a body scan, and despite the agony of shifting the night before, he felt suspiciously good. He would have to get Apollo to check him out in case the dragon shifting had kicked off some kind of healing ability. He needed to experiment with shifting back and forward as well. He remembered parts of being a dragon and not others, and that worried him.

Bridget was his constant. She was what the dragon had focused on most the previous night. It had let him share their mind when she had begged him to come back to being human, and that had led him back to himself. Shifting back into a human hadn’t hurt at all.

Bridget was still lying curled up beside him. She hadn’t run from his dragon or after it. She had looked after him. Cooked for him. Made sure he had showered.

He would have rejected anyone else helping him when he had been so vulnerable. Bridget was different. His mate caring for him unlocked a yearning in him he didn’t know existed. He had spent so long looking after everybody else that he had forgotten what it was like to have somebody return the favor.

Bas stared at Bridget. The smooth brown curve of her back, the way her shoulder met her neck, and at their junction, the marking bruise that claimed she was his.

He had to tell her. It was getting to a point where he couldn’t avoid it for much longer. She had said the previous night that she loved him. Maybe she would accept him as her mate after all.

As if sensing that she was being watched, Bridget murmured in her sleep and rolled over.

“Morning. Or afternoon? I can’t tell anymore,” she said with a yawn. “How are you feeling?”

Bas placed one of his big hands on the curve of her hip. “Grateful to be waking up next to you. Eager to show my thanks for how well you treated me last night.”

Bridget’s eyes widened. “Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?”

Bas’s hand traveled up her rib cage to cup her breast. “I thought I would start by eating your pussy until you come on my face and then watch you ride my cock until you come on it as well. Just for starters.”

“All of that before coffee?” Bridget said, a teasing smile starting on her lips.

Bas’s thumb brushed over her nipple. “You know that as soon as we leave this room, it will be on. We will have to deal with the family and then go out to the Ironwood estate to plan how we are going to corner and kill the Brollachan. There won’t be a moment’s peace before it’s done.”

“When you put it like that.” Bridget reached up and patted his cheek. “Don’t you have a pussy to eat?”

Bas nipped at her fingers, making her giggle, and damn if that wasn’t the greatest sound ever. He doubted many people had been blessed to see this side of Bridget, and he wanted to keep it all to himself.

He didn’t think he would ever get enough of the taste of her skin, the feel of its softness against him. Bas loved her breasts and every sound Bridget made when he sucked and teased them into hard buds.

Bas noticed his senses were heightened even more since the shift. He knew because he could smell her musky, sweet arousal already building in between her thighs. He teased his fingers through her wetness, adding a little pressure on her clit.

“Fucckk,” Bridget groaned, her hands tightening on his forearm.

Bas took it as a sign to do it again. “Never going to tire of making you come. You squirm so sweetly.”

“Shut up,” she said, throwing an arm over her red face. “It’s completely unfair that you can wreck me so easily.”

Bas kissed his way over her stomach. “Wrecking you is my new favorite hobby, little hawk.”

She looked up to glare at him, and Bas took that moment to make full eye contact and lick her pussy. Bridget’s eyes rolled back in her head, her fingers twining in his curls and tugging him where she wanted him.

Bas pressed a finger inside of her, gently working her to take him. He wanted her to come because he needed to be inside of her like he needed to breathe.

Bas nudged at her mind and got a blending of hot images and sensations back at him. She was close to being beyond comprehensive thought, so Bas doubled down and, in a few more moments, found her G-spot to play with too.

Bridget swore as she buckled underneath him, crying out his name amongst the swear words. He lifted his head, moving to kiss her thigh and leaving a suck mark.

Mine , the dragon whispered. It didn’t seem so far away anymore, as if the two sides of him were finally coming together.

Bridget grabbed him by the shoulders. “Get up here and get on your back. I have a dick to ride, and I’m all out of patience.”

“Music to my ears, sweetheart,” Bas said. He moved up beside her and rolled onto his back. He ran a hand over his dick, trying to relieve some of the ache. Bridget moved it away.

“That’s mine,” she said and deep-throated him in one heart-stopping move.

“Fucking dark gods,” Bas stuttered, freezing up in surprise.

Bridget came off with him a pop. She winked. “Just want to make sure you’re ready, baby.”

“I’m more than ready. If you pull another stunt like that again, I’m likely to blow like a teenager,” Bas panted.

Bridget pouted and pumped his dick in her small hand. “Can’t have that. You aren’t allowed to come until I’ve had my fun first.”

Bas thought his heart was going to stop as Bridget guided his cock inside of her. He watched it disappear, inch by inch. He was sweating by the time she had hit her limit.

“Fuck, Bas. I could come just sitting here,” she breathed, her hands moving over her breasts. She rocked in a slow circle of her hips that had him gripping her thighs.

“Oh, gods, do that again for me,” he begged.

Bridget did, and stars glittered behind his eyes. Had there ever been a pussy more perfect? He doubted it. This one was made just for him. His.

“Your eyes are glowing, Bas. Do we need to stop?” Bridget asked, her brows furrowing.

Bas shook his head. “No. Don’t stop. Fuck. The dragon isn’t trying to push through. I swear.”

Bridget stroked her nails over his chest. “Good. Keep it together, Greatdrakes. I’m not done with this cock yet.”

“Best start riding it, sweetheart, or I’m going to take over,” he warned her playfully.

Bridget only gripped his chest for leverage and proceeded to fuck him senselessly. Bas moved his hands to hold her bouncing tits, squeezing them in a way he knew she liked. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but he needed her to come again. He pressed his fingers to her mouth, and she opened for him, her tongue flicking against them. She was reading his mind, after all.

Smiling, Bas dropped that last psychic barrier between them, wanting her to feel just how much he was losing it.

“Fuck, we need a warning word if you’re going to do that,” Bridget gasped.

Bas dropped his wet fingers to her clit. It’s more fun to see the surprise on your face. Come for me, Bridget. I need to feel this tight pussy of yours clench before I fill it up.

Bridget rode him even harder, and Bas felt the wave of her pleasure wash through her and into him. He couldn’t hold back, his orgasm exploding out of him to tangle with hers. Bas sat up so he could wrap his arms around her, needing her closer. Always closer.

“Mine,” Bridget panted against his lips and kissed him hard.

Bas’s heart clenched. That word in her mouth undoing him completely. “Yours, my little hawk.”