The low thrum of his voice caressed over her skin like a lover’s touch, and her mouth went dry as a desert. She was in deep trouble, but not in the way she thought she was.
Chapter Eight
After last night’s debacle, Daniel knew staying away from Sarah for now would be the best thing. He’d been curt to her, and he hated that those were the last words she heard from him, but he didn’t know what to do. It had been a long, tiring day, and arguing with her only agitated his grizzly even more. His animal didn’t know why their mate was being belligerent when they only wanted to protect her and why she didn’t want to stay in their den. But he couldn’t make it understand, and when he told it that he didn’t want to argue anymore, he had inadvertently said it out loud, and Sarah thought he had said it to her. He wanted to explain, but it was obvious she wasn’t hearing any of it.
So, he went to bed, got up early to grab some groceries, and left for work. He stayed inside the office, only because he didn’t want to have to face anyone else, though all he wanted to do was go back home and see Sarah again.
His grizzly snarled at the thought of her alone with that other male. His human side knew that the dragon shifter had no interest in Sarah, but all his shifter side saw was a rival for their mate’s affections. No amount of explaining or pleading could convince the bear otherwise.
Finally, it was time to clock out, and he drove home. Thoralf was nowhere in sight, but he had the distinct feeling that the dragon shifter was somewhere around. Probably using his creepy-ass ability to Cloak himself so he could lurk around the perimeter unseen.
Seeing as Sarah wasn’t downstairs, he went up to the bedroom, intending to apologize. She didn’t answer when he knocked or even when he called her, so when he heard her shout, his protective instincts went into overdrive and he burst in. His imagination ran wild. Did The Knights find them? Were they holding her in there? Or was Thoralf in there with her, and it was a different kind of scream? His grizzly was ready to burst out of his skin at that point to tear any rival off her.
But this … this wasn’t what he was expecting.
Jesus Almighty.
She had that deer in headlights look as she stood in the shower stall, dripping wet and dressed in that sinful red concoction. “T-this isn’t what you think it is.”
Daniel knew what he should do. He should act like a gentleman, back away, and close the door to give her some privacy. It’s what he’d been taught all his life, the principles he lived by. Wait. Be patient. Ask, don’t just take.
But he was tired of that. Of being the nice guy. He wanted to take, to claim. He wanted Sarah. “Oh yeah?” He moved a few steps closer. “Do you want to know what I think this is?”
Her plush lips parted, and her gaze lowered, her sweeping lashes leaving shadows over her dusky cheekbones. Fuck. Seeing her like this … dressed in nothing but red lace … She trembled as he stepped into the shower. “Sarah.” Reaching out, he touched his finger to her chin and tipped her head up. “Sarah,” he repeated.
Her lids opened, those soft brown eyes looking up at him with unmistakable desire. His finger traced a trail down her chin, to her throat, his entire hand covering the bit of lace around her neck in a gentle, but possessive grip. Her pupils blew out, and the scent of her arousal teased his nostrils.
Fuck it.
He slammed up against her, pressing her body up the tiled wall as his mouth slotted over hers. His blood sang in his veins, and he knew this was not the first time their lips had met. She didn’t hesitate in responding either, as she opened her mouth to him and slid her hands up to his shoulders to pull him closer.
Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he tasted her sweetness. Bits of memories flooded his brain telling him he knew this taste and this body pressed up against him. That didn’t make him want her less, in fact, he craved more of her. He devoured her mouth, and she eagerly let him, giving him more, her lips and tongue tasting and battling his. Feisty. He groaned at her eagerness, wanting more. And he would take it.
His hands planted at her hips, sliding up her lace-covered ribcage to cup her breasts. This, too, seemed familiar, the weight of her breasts in his hands. Pulling away from her, he licked and kissed a path down her neck.
“Daniel.” Her warm husky voice laced with longing went straight to his cock. Now fully hard, it strained painfully against his pants. Squeezing her breasts together, he licked at her cleavage, eliciting a moan from her. His thumbs found her nipples through the wet lace, and he covered one with his mouth.
Fingers raked through his hair and gripped the roots. That only made him groan against her breast and suckle the stiff nipple through the lace harder. Her hips start to roll against him, and he knew what she wanted.
Moving even lower, he kneeled in front of her. He saw the snaps holding the teddy between her legs, and he pulled them apart. “Ffuucck.” Her pussy was pink, shaved, and absolutely perfect like everything about her. Lifting one knee up, he hoisted it over his shoulder. The smell of her was powerful, and his cock twitched painfully, but he was determined to give her pleasure first, so he teased her by licking around her thighs.
“Daniel,” she panted. “Please.”
The word coming from her
