Can't Get Enough (Dragon Kin) - G.A. Aiken Page 0,55
ass. He released one breast and used that hand to stroke her pussy, already wet and hot and all his.
Then, when he had her writhing, had her begging, he dragged his tongue across her lower back. Shalin gasped and groaned in pain even as her body shook under his, even as her pussy gripped his fingers. He stroked her clit while his tongue continued its journey across her lower back.
“Gods,” she moaned desperately, her body shaking. “Ailean…”
“I love you, Shalin,” he told her as he pushed her over the edge, the mark of his Claiming burned into her flesh. “I’ll always love you.”
“I know,” she sobbed before she came all over his hand.
Then Shalin was his.
Reaching up, he untied her bonds, determined to keep the leather thongs for later. Ailean grabbed Shalin’s hips and flipped her over while pulling her down on the bed and under him. He kissed her and pushed his cock inside her, gasping at how hot and tight she was.
He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs and rested his forehead against hers. “I love you.”
She smiled, her hands cupping his face. “Finish it, Ailean.”
Ailean started off slow, taking his time so he could enjoy every second. He kissed her as he drove into her, wanting to touch every part of her. Shalin’s legs wrapped around his waist, her grip on him near-painful.
“Gods, Shalin,” he told her, “you feel so good.”
He took her harder, deeper, until Shalin climaxed again. He came with her, his head thrown back, his own body shaking in release.
Gasping, exhausted, Ailean collapsed on top of her. He grinned when he heard her grunt, laughed when she started hitting him.
He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. “I only needed a moment to relax.”
“You’re as big as an ox,” she growled at him.
“I was recovering,” he said before he pulled her close and started kissing her throat.
Shalin giggled and pushed at his shoulders. “I thought you were recovering!” she squealed desperately.
Grinning, Ailean pushed her to her back, “I recover quickly.”
“I don’t.”
“Guess we’ll have to work on that,” he sighed as he sunk into her again.
Shalin stared up at the ceiling in the dark bedroom and wondered how late it was. She’d lost track of time hours ago. Ailean simply didn’t give her time to think about anything but him.
“Ravenous beast,” she whispered softly, smiling.
“You called?” Ailean asked, reaching for her again.
“No!” she squealed, slapping at his hands. “Rest! I need rest!”
He snuggled in close. “Fine. Another ten minutes.”
“Very generous.”
“Keep that tone and it goes to five.”
Ailean’s arms were wrapped tight around her, keeping her warm and safe.
“Where did you go this morning?” he asked, one hand stroking her forearm.
“To see my father.” She turned her head and looked at Ailean. “He means too much to me not to have talked to him before—”
“There is nothing to explain to me, Shalin. I understand.” And he did. She could see that in his eyes. “You know, Shalin, there’s this nice little cave not far from here, close to my mother’s. If we fixed it up nice, think he’d mind living there?”
“It—it depends,” she stuttered in surprise. “Knowing my father, we could probably move him and all his things without him ever complaining as long as we don’t disturb his current work.”
“We’ll do that, then. I worry about him. He’s older and alone. I know you’d feel better with him closer.”
Letting out a shaky breath, Shalin said, “That would mean much to me, Ailean. Thank you.”
“Nothing to thank.” He kissed her temple, her cheek. “Family is family, luv.”
He stared at her intently and said, “Rest is over, Shalin.”
“That was not ten minutes.”
“Too bad.”
She batted at his hands and slipped out from under him. “Wait. Wait. I want to see.”
She scrambled off the bed and went to the tall mirror in the corner of the room. She had to wipe off all the dust first since it seemed never to have been used and probably belonged to the humans who’d once lived there.
Turning so her back faced the mirror, she looked over her shoulder at what Ailean had burned into her flesh. “Huh,” she said in surprise.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s so small.” It truly was. A lounging dragon burned into her lower back. The point of its tail aimed right above the cheeks. Over the years she’d seen and heard of some very elaborate Claimings. Brands covering an entire arm or leg, sometimes an entire back or chest. One day, she’d mark Ailean as her own