And yet this woman, with her wide green eyes and feistiness, was just that. His Fire Mate.
How could it be possible?
Druid magic.
Damn it, he didn’t like that idea at all. Druids were sneaky bastards with hidden agendas, ulterior motives, and peculiar aspirations.
But it didn’t matter. Right now, all that mattered was the insatiable hunger burning through him for the woman gazing up at him.
He’d get to the bottom of it all…after he surrendered to the potent force of the mating fire and lost himself to the pleasure of her incredibly lush body, creamy pale skin and full pink lips.
The fact she’d answered the door wearing nothing but a towel to hide her beautiful curves only fed the fated sexual need blazing through him. As did the raw, carnal way she’d responded to his kisses.
Kisses he wanted more of. Now.
Right now.
You don’t even know her name.
Names could come later. Now, he needed her lips against his…
Holding her gaze, he smoothed his hands down over her hips, her flesh warm against his palms, and lowered his head to hers. He saw his desire mirrored in her eyes a heartbeat before he took possession of her lips.
Fresh pleasure flooded through him.
A heartbeat before she drove her knee up into his balls.
White-hot pain exploded in his groin.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snarled, scurrying backward.
Bent over, breathless, his balls and cock a world of agony, he watched her bounce away from him like a wired boxer.
His body reacted to the rise and fall of her incredible breasts. His dragon growled with hungry impatience and appreciation.
Pulling in a slow breath, he straightened to his feet. “I deserved that,” he murmured. “Shoulda asked before I kissed you again.”
Her eyes narrowed and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth for a second. “Well, yes. Yes, you should have.”
A wry chuckle rumbled deep in his chest and he raked a hand through his hair, his body’s preternatural ability to heal itself already dealing with the collision of knee and scrotum. “You really don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?”
Feet now firmly planted on the floor, stance wide, fists raised—no doubt ready to smack the crap out of him if he drew close to her—the goddess glared at him.
Hell, it was hard not to throw himself at her, flatten her to floor and bury himself in her sweet—
“I have no clue who you are,” she shot back, eyes blazing with a ferocity he admired. “And with the way you’re going on about dragons, I’m also hazarding a guess you’re on some crazy drug that’s making you fucking nuts. That’s what I know.”
With another chuckle, Ari smoothed his hand over his jaw. Did he risk the punch she would swing at him if he moved to kiss her again? She would surrender to the mating fire eventually. Of that he had no doubt at all. What happened during their joining would completely mess with her head—a human clueless to dragon shifters and the mating fire would have little hope of understanding the concept of being engulfed in blue fire during a soul-deep orgasm—but she would surrender to the pleasure of it regardless.
She had no other choice. The joining of Fire Mates didn’t answer to choice, it answered to primal magic. Destined force.
He took a step forward.
She didn’t retreat.
Instead, incensed determination flared in her eyes. “Try it, buddy,” she snarled, balled fists clenching tighter. If it weren’t for the potent scent of her undeniable arousal, Ari would consider backing off.
Her scent, however, her pleasure and her need, threaded through his every breath. Stirring his own. Stroked the dragon that he was…
He took another step, and then stopped.
The reality of the mating fire, the magic of its force and power, the flames… If she truly was only human, and knew nothing of what it meant to be a Fire Mate, he needed her to understand what was happening. What was going to happen. Or at least, she needed to hear him explain it. He didn’t want her terrified when the blue flames engulfed them. He wanted her to give herself over to the beauty of it all, share with him the power of it as they came together.
“Tell me your name,” he said.
Did she realize how delicious she looked standing there naked before him? Hell, just the sight of her neatly trimmed pubic hair—waxed into a thin strip he desperately wanted to stroke with his tongue—flayed at his sanity, let alone the rest of her. He could lose himself in her dips and curves and die a happy dragon.
She bared her teeth at him, fierce fight in her eyes. “Fuck you.”
He chuckled, another wave of admiration and approval rolling through him. Yep, fierce alright. Damn, she was perfect. “Shall I just call you Fuck? Or do you prefer Ms. You?”
Her eyes narrowed, even as her lips fought with a smirk. “Ha. So you’re a funny, insane Viking biker. Just my type. Not.”
Ari laughed, even as the craving to take her, claim her, pleasure her, rocked through him.
Risking his jaw, he took a slow step closer. “Look, I know this is going to make no sense to you, but that undeniable, ravenous lust you’re feeling right now? The desire to strip me naked and do wicked things to my body?”
She snorted, rolling her eyes.
He let out another low laugh. “Don’t try to deny it.”
She snorted again.
“What you’re experiencing is called the mating fire, and it’s happening to you because despite the fact you’re human, and I’m a dragon shifter, we’re destined by ancient magic to be mates. For life. An ageless magic more powerful than any you could imagine has wrought its force upon our biology, our spirits, our very existence, and nothing but each other’s pleasure, bodies and desire will ever sate us again.”
She stared at him, lips parted, breaths shallow. “Holy crap,” she whispered.
