Deo kneeled next to her and put two fingers up to her neck.
What was he doing now?
“No. Your pulse seems normal. I would say you are fine.”
Okay. She didn’t actually mean she was dying.
“Right. Okay. Thanks. Well, once my legs stop shaking you can walk me home.”
Deo nodded. “Yes. Also, should I retrieve that male? So you can tell him you don’t need him?”
She squinted in the night distance. “Uh, yeah. No. I think he’s making good time. He’s probably circling back anyway, since you know. Home’s over there.”
Aisha hated to admit the next feeling. Pride? No. Giddy excitement? Maybe. Mr. Sexy-dragon had just chased someone over her. Sure, maybe it had been strange. But still.
It felt kind of good.
Deo reached for her. “If you’ll let me, I will carry you home?”
“Oh. Okay.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her. This was new, and she liked it.
She really liked that she didn’t need to try to make her legs function again for a few minutes.
6
Deo stood on her porch, listening to her lock the door. He would not leave until she was safe. Or at least until he knew that Tan would not be coming back.
He expected to hear her feet as she walked away, doing whatever it was a woman might do. But instead, a soft rustle against the door caught his attention.
He sniffed the air. She was still there. Still close. He put his hand up against the wood, as if he could feel her through the surface. The dragon in his head snarled. She was so close. They could take her. She wasn’t leaving. She was close. She was staying. They could claim her.
Deo fought back the need for her. His muscles burned with restraint against his dragon, who was pissed they were waiting. His dick throbbed. Denying what he was meant to do sucked. She was his.
His hand shifted from dragon claw back to human as he argued with his soul. He would not push her. Again, Kal had proved that point. Eadric, however, he’d taken things slower. Much slower and it had paid off. Deo would learn from them.
Maybe. His dragon's claws dragged against the wood as he pulled them away.
The door swung open and inside was Aisha, breath-taking, flushed. Deo felt his own breath catch. Goddess, he wanted her.
He wasn’t strong enough to resist. Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed her up and kissed her like his very life depended on it. And perhaps it did. She healed the ache within him. The ache of loss and failure and the fear of losing himself to the dragon.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked inside the doorway, slamming the door closed behind them with a kick.
She tasted like heaven. Deo couldn’t stop his hands from wandering, gripping her ass as he pressed her into the wall. She moaned against his mouth as he pressed his aching dick against her. He would not hide his intentions. He wanted her, needed her. God, he needed her.
The scent of her arousal pushed him forward. She wanted him.
Running his hand over her back, up her side, he rubbed his palm over her breast, feeling the taut peak under the fabric of her shirt. He gently pinched the nub and enjoyed the moan it elicited.
He growled at the fabric. There were entirely too many layers between him and his mate.
Clenching his teeth, he fought the need to mark her. It wasn’t time, not yet. But he could take the edge off a bit. A moan rose in his chest as her hand slipped down his waistband.
Fuck.
He broke the kiss, dragging in a breath of air.
Goddess, her touch.
She pulled her hand out of his pants and frantically started yanking at the snap.
He wanted to tell her to stop. He needed to work on the trust he’d promised her but fuck it.
Claiming her lips once again, he lowered her feet to the ground, giving him better access to her own pants. They needed to go and now. His dick sprang free as she lowered his zipper, and he nearly lost it as she grazed her hand over the head.
No. He would pleasure her over and over. And only then would he allow himself to come.
She kicked off her shoes as he released the button of her pants and yanked at the zipper. She wiggled out of the fabric and frantically went back to working on him.
Her soft palm grazing the soft sensitive skin of his hard on. He breathed through the pleasure and desire before he lost control and grabbed at her hips, lifting her again. He did not want to wait.
Running his hand between them, slicking his fingers in her juices as he slid a finger down her slit, spreading her, Deo explored Aisha. He found her sensitive nub and rubbed it between his thumb and finger. Her hips bucked against him. Sliding his fingers lower, he found her entrance and slipped a finger in, eliciting a whimper from her soft swollen lips.
As he stroked her, Deo slid in a second finger. She began to pant under his touch, and her muscles quivered around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed her slick heat against his own hard on.
“Yes,” she moaned.
Deo needed no other invitation to quench his own throbbing need.
With one quick thrust, he pushed in, her tight muscles stretching around him. He bit back his own groan of pleasure. Her legs tightened around his waist in answer to the new pace he set, all need and desire. Instinct.
He kissed her again, swallowing her cries as he thrust in over and over. She felt so good. He wanted her need to mirror his own; he wanted her desperate for him.
His hands gripped her ass and lifted her, pulling her down against him, increasing the pressure. He would make her want him over
