After a few minutes, he couldn’t stop himself as she let out a cry as the muscles between her legs, her core, pulsed around his shaft. He pushed into her once more, and only then did he allow himself to spill into her. Perhaps his dragon wouldn’t be happy they didn’t fully claim her, but he wouldn’t mark her for now. She would bear his scent. And that would have to be enough for tonight.
Resting his forehead against hers, their breathing came rapidly for a few more moments.
He didn’t want to leave her; he didn’t want to stop.
“Want to come upstairs?” she asked between pants of air.
A smile he couldn’t stop crossed his lips.
“What is upstairs?” he asked.
Aisha looked away. “Uh. My bed?”
Yes, Deo liked this idea very much.
“If you put me down, I can show you?” she asked.
He pulled out and lowered her to the ground; her legs shaky as he held her for another moment.
“I have never done this before,” she said, finally looking up at him.
Deo stood a bit taller. Her words pleased him.
“I mean, I’ve done it. But I’ve never done this. I- “she stopped for a minute and ran her hand through her hair.
“Is sex always this good with you?” There was a giggle in her voice as she looked around and grabbed up her pants.
Deo stepped away and tucked himself back into his own pants.
“Nothing is ever as good as it is with your fated mate. With you, it will always be better. Our bodies were made for each other.”
Watching her, she nibbled her lower lip as she seemed to contemplate something.
“Well. I don’t actually know that fate is real, but I do know that I’ve never felt like that before. I’ve never had an orgasm during, you know. And just wow.”
Watching her talk, Deo’s mouth already watered for another taste of her. He stepped forward and kissed her. As he pulled away, he whispered in her ear. “Well, show me your bed and I can make up for lost time.”
An encouraging hitch in her breathing had his pants growing tight again.
She turned away, pulling him along by his hand.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered.
Deo pulled her back, stopping her.
“You do not have to do anything. I will do all the work.”
She gave a little hiccup laugh.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Deo closed the gap. He wanted to erase the unease. Mates were meant for each other. Time had no meaning. It didn’t matter if you’d met an hour or a year ago; you were meant to be, and fighting it did nothing but make the hunger for the other worse. The goddess had known what she was doing, except that she had made life rather difficult for her chosen.
“You are not doing anything that isn’t meant to be. Denying me is like denying your soul's deepest desires.”
He placed his hand over her heart.
“The goddess designed us to love, to connect ourselves with the one that grounds us and keeps us connected to our humanity. Without you, I would cease to exist as you see me now. The magic too much for my soul to control alone. You, Aisha, are my chosen one.”
The sound of their breathing filled the silence as she studied him. He opened his soul to her. He’d allow her more if she found the courage to love him.
His eyes shifted from human to dragon as he watched her, his soul searching, trying to allow her the proof she needed to trust.
Aisha raised her hand, resting her palm against his cheek. He nuzzled into the warmth of her touch.
“For tonight, let your soul do the feeling.” He touched her temple gently. “This has a tendency to ruin the things our hearts know.”
Raising on her tip-toes, she reached for him. He met the silent call of her lips with his own. This time the kiss was soft, desperate for the touch rather than the release.
He lifted her again and walked up the stairs without breaking their connection.
As they reached the landing, she pulled away. “That room, there,” she said and pointed.
He licked her earlobe and grabbed her ass as he moved toward her room.
The interior was dark, with only a sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains. As he moved toward the bed, he gently laid her down. Allowing himself to gaze down at her.
Her ebony hair pooled around her shoulders and spread out against the bed.
More. He wanted more. Pulling his shirt over his head, he planned to do this right. Take his time loving her body.
A gasp from her had him pausing.
“You glow?” she asked.
Deo looked down. His markings were mostly on his torso, less conspicuous than some of his brothers. “My markings glow from emotion and power. You, my dear mate, are my emotion.”
He lowered himself, bracing above her.
“You are fascinating,” she said, running a finger absently down his markings. A shiver ran down his spine at her touch.
Her fingers traced his skin. The more she touched, the brighter they glowed. Lifting her head off the bed, she kissed him.
“I don’t understand you, dragon shifter, but I’m willing to see where this goes.”
His dragon purred as Deo kissed a trail down her body, pushing aside the cotton of her shirt as he worshiped her body one inch at a time until he was between her bare thighs.
Running his hands down her body, he clutched her thighs and licked the soft bud between her legs, down her slit.
She arched into him.
“Take off your pants,” she moaned.
“Eager, aren’t we?”
She wiggled her hips. “You’re the one going off on the soul mates crap. So soul mate me already.”
A heat pooled in his belly, hitting him straight between the legs. His dick strained against his jeans. Yeah. Maybe she had a point, and who was he to deny his mate.
He stood up and pulled at the waistband of his half-fastened pants. Shoving them down his hips, the strain of his hard-on freed.
The rapid beat of Aisha’s heart called to him. She felt more than perhaps she let on.
Climbing over her, he slid his thigh
