The Healer's Hellion - Miranda Bridges Page 0,33

and the second it touches Braxton, he halts.

Right before I slam him against the trunk of a nearby tree.

His widened gaze meets mine, but I don’t let him go. The satisfaction I feel with him being at my mercy makes my blood heat and pound furiously in my veins.

“Release me,” he says.

I shake my head, a smirk pulling my lips upward. “You say I’m your mate, so that means you are also mine. You, Braxton, belong to me.”

“Why is it now that your Dravian instincts are showing?” he mutters. However, I don’t hear any derision, only a mild curiosity.

“I don’t know,” I say with a dainty shrug. “Maybe they’ve always been there, pulling me to you. Trust me when I say I’ve tried to fight my feelings for you, but I’m not doing it anymore.”

While keeping my left palm facing him, effectively keeping him pinned, I wiggle my fingers on my free hand, my smirk widening as the zipper of his flight suit lowers.

“Skylar.”

The sound of my name, clearly a warning, sends a wave of arousal straight to my sex. Not that I was planning on it, but now I’m definitely not letting him go.

With one downward swipe of my right hand, his body is bared to me. My lungs collapse as I take in the beauty of him and the tattoos that grace his skin. His chest is so toned, so tight, that I lick my lips at the thought of touching him. I let my gaze drift lower, taking in his rigid stomach and then his cock. Now I’m licking my lips for any entirely different reason. I drag my gaze from his cock, run it down his muscular legs, and then stop at the flight suit pooled around his ankles.

Braxton is fucking hot.

I know that I won’t be able to touch him while immobilizing him with my gift, so I manipulate several vines, tying Braxton to the tree. Just to be extra cautious, I make sure they bind not only his wrists, but his ankles as well with his legs spread. Seeing him this way dampens my sex all the more.

I saunter over to him as if he’s my prized possession and reach out a hand to touch him. His heart thunders under my palm, and my clit throbs in answer. I trail my fingers down until I’m skimming the head of his cock. Braxton sucks in a breath and then releases it on a groan when I fist him. Running my thumb over the slit, already wet with his arousal, I bite my lip while I watch Braxton writhe and twitch under my touch.

“Skylar.”

This time my name is spoken like a prayer as this powerful male succumbs to my seduction.

“You are mine,” I repeat even though he doesn’t need the reminder. I say it for myself because I love the sound of those words. As I stroke him, running my fist the length of his magnificent cock, I lean into him and press my lips to his neck. “You will come for me,” I say, increasing the pressure and speed of my caresses. “You will surrender your body to me and not hold back any part of yourself. You may be powerful, but so am I, and I can take anything you want to give me.”

His groan reverberates in my ears, encouraging and exciting me. I lick the length of his neck, trailing my tongue upward. It slides across his smooth skin, and I don’t stop until I’ve reached the tip of his pointed ear. I take it into my mouth, sucking and nibbling, which has Braxton thrusting into my hand as he clenches his teeth.

“I not only want to see you come,” I whisper into his ear, making sure my lips brush it, “but I also want to hear you.”

Against me, Braxton’s entire body goes taut right before his low groan hits the air. I don’t stop pleasuring him until his orgasm subsides, leaving him limp, his head falling forward. Right now the vines are the only things keeping him from falling. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I love seeing him sated and exhausted from the pleasure derived by my hand.

I lick the tip of his ear, and he jerks his head up, his gaze locking onto mine. After cleaning my hand, I grip his cock once more, unable to stop the widening of my eyes when it goes hard.

“Already?” I murmur.

“I will always want you.” He sets his jaw, a challenge in