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Page 4 of Wild for the Wyvern (Mated to the Monster: Season 3)

Three

Drayce

I lean on the island and watch her blush the most delicious peach. Keeping the large slab of granite between us feels necessary. The space allows me to act as if every moment with this human woman isn’t significant, despite my monster’s voice in my head telling me to claim her as my own.

She looks down at the countertop, then meets my gaze through the waves of her chin-length hair. “I thought I was being kidnapped, and maybe I am, but I’ve never felt safer in my life.”

There is nothing sexy about what she said, but my cock thickens just the same. “You are safe, Kori. I will never let anything harm you.”

With her arms crossed and leaning on the granite, her breasts push up between the folds of my robe. I’ve never been more jealous of a piece of material. She licks her bottom lip, then pulls it through her teeth. “What was that trap supposed to catch? Was it for the thing I saw?”

It’s strange that though she knows she saw my wyvern, she won’t acknowledge him. “No. It was to embarrass someone who wronged me.”

“Who?” She shakes her head. “Sorry, it’s none of my business.”

“I think I’d rather save that story for another time. If I told you now, you’d form an opinion of me that I don’t think I would like.” Thinking about it, I don’t like it either. The fact that I went back while she was sleeping and reset the trap makes me feel even worse.

“You make it sound as if we’ll be seeing each other after today.” She grips the edges of the robe and pulls it tight around her neck before walking to the wall of windows that look out over the valley and the mountains beyond. “How long have you lived here?”

“I built this house fifteen years ago but I’ve lived in the Catskills all my life.” The wyvern prompts me to get closer to her despite knowing it’s a bad idea. She’s human and has no knowledge of monsters. She passed out just from the sight of me when I carried her here. This isn’t where she belongs.

“Do you go to town much? I noticed a nice little bistro when we drove through the other day.” She wraps her arms around herself but doesn’t look at me.

A foot from her, I stop and force myself not to reach out and touch her, not to pull her back against my chest, and not to slide my hands inside the robe covering her from neck to her shapely calves. It’s pure torture. “Rialto. It’s a very nice Italian restaurant. I go to town from time to time. I’m not a shut-in, but I do prefer these woods and my home to crowds.”

“What do you do for a living?” She peeks over her shoulder.

“I trade in precious metals for exclusive clients.” Unable to resist, I run my hand from her shoulder to her elbow. There’s an inch of terry cloth between my fingers and her flesh, yet it still feels intimate.

The little hitch in her breathing increases my longing. “It sounds interesting or illegal.”

Fuck but she’s adorable. “I like it so it’s interesting to me. I assure you, it’s perfectly legal.”

When she turns, it brings her even closer. Arching her neck to look me in the eye, her lips part on the hint of a gasp. “None of this is any of my business. You saved me from myself in the woods. You’re not obligated to tell me anything. It’s only…”

My hands ache to feel all of her and my wyvern growls inside me, practically screaming for me to take her, mark her, and make her ours. I skim my thumb along her soft jaw. “I would tell you anything. Everything.”

“Is that all you want? To talk?” She leans her head against my hand and presses her lips to my palm.

The monster’s growl makes its way through me and escapes as an audible moan. “Kori, what exactly are you offering?”

Inching closer, she rises to her toes and kisses my neck. “I’m not like this. I don’t get rescued by handsome men. However, I do often need rescuing. I never go home with men I don’t know. It’s only, there’s something about you. My brain says one thing and my body says another.”

Lowering my face to her wild, wavy hair, I breathe in her scent as if it’s my last gulp of air. “Which one are we listening to?” I let my hand rest on the small of her back and ease her close enough that my painfully hard cock presses against her. “Because I think my desire is apparent.”

“Because you’re into damsels in distress? I know men like women who can’t take care of themselves. You didn’t really see me at my best today.” She stiffens but doesn’t move away.

I thread my fingers through her hair. “No. Not because I think you’re helpless. It’s deeper and very difficult to explain. Everything about you summons me.” Without explaining the entire nature of monsters, that’s the best I can do.

“Maybe you could kiss me now?” She meets my gaze with utter faith that I won’t hurt her.

Cupping her cheek, a bubble of joy wells up within me. I’ve never felt anything like it. I press my lips to hers and the rest of the world falls away. It’s only Kori and me in the entire universe.

She grips my shoulder and lifts up onto her toes again.

While I band my arm around her back, I nibble her bottom lip and run my tongue along the seam.

Her warm tongue touches mine, and she makes the most guttural deep moan. She wraps one leg around mine, pulling her center tight to my shaft and grinding forward.

The beast growls and I press my tongue inside, exploring every centimeter of her lips, tongue, and teeth. “Kori,” I mutter against her lips.

She answers with a longing cry.

Giving the tie on the robe a tug, I free it and slip my hand along her hip to her soft thigh. “I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret. I want to be a gentleman.”

Looking up at me, she stills and brushes my hair out of my eyes. “You think I’m being hasty?”

Kissing the palm of her hand, I brush my knuckles along her pelvic bone, then along her abdomen, to just under her perfect tits. “What I think doesn’t matter. I want you. I long to bury my cock deep inside you and make you come a dozen times. I want to taste every inch of you then start at the top and taste you again. But only if that’s what you want and need, sweetheart.”

The haunting sound of yearning that breaks in her throat is nearly my undoing. “I feel safe with you. Even now. I haven’t had that many places or people who make me feel that way. I know I should play coy and tell you to take me back to the resort. Still, I can’t make myself do it. I want you to make me come a dozen times. I want to give you pleasure and maybe for you not to forget my name the moment I’m back in the city and you’re here.”

I wrap one hand around her ass and then the other before lifting her off the floor.

She grips me with her legs and arms, watching me with questions in those steel-blue eyes.

Passing through the kitchen, I shift her weight to turn off the stove before carrying her down the hall to my bedroom. Carefully placing her on the bed, I follow her down. “I will not forget your name, Kori Devers, or any other part of you.”

“Do you promise?” She slips her arms out of the robe.

Easing back, I strip out of my clothes and take in every inch of her perfect body, from her rounded tits that my hands ache to mold, to the swell of her hips. She’s petite and luscious. Breathing in the scent of her longing, the wyvern keens deep inside me.

I kneel on the floor and pull her toward me until her thighs hang over my shoulders and the heady perfume of her sex intoxicates me. “I promise.”

She gasps and lifts her hips. “Drayce. Please.”

I slip my fingers between her folds and find her so wet, my cock throbs to be inside her. I lap up those sweet juices and circle her clit before sucking and pressing my finger deep.

On a low keen, she grinds against my digit and mouth. “That’s. I’m so close. I…”

I suck hard and her body pulses with her release.

I lick my finger, then lap up those intoxicating juices. Looking up the length of her sweet body, her cheeks and chest are pink. “That was beautiful, Kori.”

“I couldn’t hold off.” She covers her face with her arm.

Kissing a path up her stomach to her perfect tits, I suck one nipple into my mouth while gently adjusting her to the center of the mattress.

She arches her back and says my name. I want to hear my name again and again from her.

“I never want you to hold back. Your pleasure is everything.” I suck her other nipple while worrying the first between my fingers. “I want to show you how much rapture is possible. Promise me you won’t hold anything back.” I use my teeth on the sensitive bud, then lick.

“I… I promise. God, that feels so good.” She turns her head from side to side and bends her leg, opening for me.

Slipping my fingers into her wetness, I tease her clit and she gasps and jerks. I gentle my touch but don’t pull away completely. Slowly circling and teasing, as light as a feather. “Does that feel good?”

Lifting her hips and lowering in the same slow cadence as my fingers, she says, “Oh, god, yes. I’m. I can’t. Oh, fuck.” Her orgasm crashes a second time.

Before I go for a third round of her pleasure, she wraps her hand around my cock. “Kori.”

She runs her hand from tip to base gently, then bolder. “I’ve never come twice in such a short time before. You’re magic.”

Closing my eyes, I let her pleasure me with those soft fingers, teasing, then stroking, then brushing soft as a feather again. I want to tell her that she’s the magic one. I long to tell her about my real magic and see if she still desires me when she knows my nature, but I can’t speak with her hands on me.

Before she takes me too far, I grip her hand and groan. “If you continue, I’ll come, and I’m hoping for the privilege of being inside you.”

Her hand around my cock and my hand around hers, she stares into my eyes. The sunlight streaks through the bedroom window, making the reds and golds in her hair shine. She’s a goddess. “I want you inside me more than I want to draw another breath.” Bending both knees, she lets them fall open.

The beast inside me pushes forward, wanting to claim her, mark her. I breathe and fight to control him. Scaring her away is the last thing we want. She’s not ready for that . He roars within but pulls back.

Covering her body, I notch at her sweet, wet pussy. I brush her hair off her cheek. “You can tell me no. There is no point of no return.”

With a smile, she lifts her hips. “I don’t want to tell you anything but yes and more.”

“Kori.” I press in an inch, stretching her.

She moans and her breath quickens.

I kiss her cheek, and her jaw, then take her lips possessively. Every molecule wants to fill her, but I’m big, and she’s tiny. I push another inch and let her adjust before continuing to fill her, one excruciating stretch at a time.

Her eyes close, and she winces.

I pull back and let her juices ease me in over and over until she’s pressing up to meet me, and I’m buried to my balls. Nothing has ever felt this good. She’s perfection. Her pussy was made to be filled with my cock.

Kori tilts her pelvis and wraps her legs around me, bringing me in deeper. “Oh. My. God. You’re. I’m.” Her body pulses, and she screams through the orgasm.

Holding perfectly still, I let her pleasure ebb before I ease back and fill her again. “You’re the magic one, sweetheart. I could die here.”

Her nails bite into the flesh on my shoulders. “More. I need more.” She rocks her hips.

I start slow before quickening my pace. Thrusting hard and fast, my orgasm builds as a tingle at the base of my spine. I hold back, sliding my hand under her ass. That lets my shaft rub her sweet clit and her pussy milks my cock, sending me over the edge.

The tingle of a knotting hold begins at the base of my cock. Panicked, I pull free and spill my seed between us before the knot can set. Wrapping her in my arms, I roll so she’s sprawled on top of me. I kiss her temple, her hair, as emotions swell inside me.

Mate. My beast growls.