my mate, the woman I loved, but the woman to bring together our flight, and hopefully… as long as it was something she wanted, the mother of our own whelps. A concept that had me nearly groaning as I tried to take myself from that thought process.
Slow. I needed to take all this shit far slower than my dragon was demanding.
Something that was far more difficult than you would imagine, because in truth, if Maya had come from any other situation or from the Dreki realm, we would not only have already been bonded as a flight probably but would have spent most of her mating heat producing a small flight of our own baby dragon shifters.
Muttering a curse at how thrilled my dragon was at that concept, I tried to run through the correspondence I had so far with the royal physician to distract myself from that mental tangent. Luckily, Lucas had been able to connect us before arriving at the realm, and it seemed like we would be able to see her sooner rather than later. I didn’t want to spend longer in the Dreki Realm than necessary.
I had no doubt that Maya could handle herself if the mating heat did come before we had a chance to talk to someone about being a phoenix, but as I mentioned, I never wanted her to feel uncomfortable, especially when it came to us. I really wasn’t positive that any of us had the ability to tell Maya no when it came to anything, let alone that. Even I could admit that if Maya crawled on top of my lap and asked me to fuck her, I wouldn’t even question that shit. Her pleasure, the feeling of her wrapped around me, was far more important than anything else.
Inhaling sharply, I ran a hand over my cock that was not only uncomfortably hard now but pressing against my dress pants as my frustration began to boil over. It didn’t help that the entire space smelled like my mate and her soft body was close enough that I could easily taste and touch her if I wanted. Somehow, despite how goddamn gorgeous she had looked at the event, she looked even more stunning right now. Her makeup was cleaned off her face and her hair was undone, brushing over her shoulders and against her soft skin, reminding me of what an intoxicating tease Maya was, usually unintentionally.
The woman was so fucking sweet. A fucking piece of candy that I wanted to devour whole. I would be a happy man if I could walk around with the taste of her sweet candy cum on my lips all goddamn day.
My eyes darted over her tight body, her curves pressed against her pale pink silk nightgown and matching robe, the material riding up on her thighs from how she was laid against me. I let out a low rumble, my fingers drifting up her smooth skin as I wondered if the lace panties she was wearing were soaked, her body reacting to mine unconsciously like I seemed to always be doing with her. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as she shifted slightly, mumbling sleepily, as her skin broke out into shivers as if feeling the lust through our connection, her nipples pebbling against the silk material and making my goddamn mouth water.
Fuck.
My jaw clenched as I considered waking her up. How would she react if I just pulled her on top of me, pushing her lace lingerie to the side and sinking my cock completely into her? I could practically hear the soft, sweet moan or gasp of surprise that would come from her lips at realizing how deep I was inside of her, her tight cunt completely filled by the need she inspired in me.
Before I could consider making my fantasy a reality, Atlas stepped in from the balcony, looking over her frame before offering me an amused expression. No doubt about my constant internal conflict of taking care of Maya and wanting to absolutely ravage her. I narrowed my gaze at my flight brother, wondering how he managed to take Maya’s teasing with such ease. I knew it had nothing to do with him not wanting her, either. I actually think it was rather the opposite.
I think Atlas didn’t even bother to fight it, and that probably meant that when Maya did accidentally—or purposefully—push him too far, he would just snap and give into it. Although, I highly doubted