I just been lying to myself? Telling myself that, because he’s not my usual type, I’m not interested?
Suddenly, she realized she was in his place, on his lap, in his arms.
And she liked it all.
Claire looked up, and from the wry smile Pietro gave her, she knew those thoughts were broadcast easily enough for him to interpret by the looks on her face.
If I am interested then…what happens next?
All at once her mouth went dry, and the room shrank around her as tension between the pair pressed in from all sides.
What do I do? Do I let this happen? What happens if I do?
What happens if I don’t?
Claire didn’t have any answers. But Pietro didn’t seem to care.
He bent down to cover her mouth with his anyway, taking charge, and leaving Claire with nothing to do but decide whether or not to let it happen.
What will I choose?
Chapter Nineteen
Claire
The choice was all but taken away from her as desire surged up without warning, filling her body with a singing need. A need that could only be quenched by one thing. By one person.
Pietro.
Claire didn’t just want him, in that moment. She needed him. Needed his touch. His taste. His smell. His everything. Her body reached out to latch onto that, both physically and mentally, pulling him down to her with a feral, nearly primal noise that was unmistakable in its intention and its ferocity.
No longer content to lean back, Claire’s hands moved of their own accord, pushing his shoulders back down into the couch. Squirming out of his grip, she clambered onto his lap, riding Pietro down into the cushions, pressing her body up against his.
Fingers tightened around her waist, and she hissed in delight at the pressure, the hunger that simple gesture indicated. Pietro kissed her hard, his tongue pushing her mouth open, taking her, controlling her, despite her position on his lap.
Claire moaned and rocked against Pietro. Part of her wanted to claw the clothes off him, to settle on his hips and feel him enter her without further delay. The fire that had been flickering unknown, deep within her, was blossoming with unexpected intensity.
Was it really so unexpected though? Or have I just been willfully pushing it aside, denying it to myself?
Pietro traced his way past her mouth and along her jaw, to her neck, where heat once more bloomed, a wave that washed over her mind, blurring everything, and crumbling her thoughts into nothing that could be termed cohesive.
Her shirt disappeared at some point as Pietro’s touch grew more intense, eagerly searching out more of her soft skin. The rushed, almost frantic exploration brushed aside any insecurities she might normally have had about her body. There was no faking the lust rippling off Pietro’s rock-hard body in successive waves, overwhelming her.
With a growl, he lifted her clear from the couch, standing up with a mighty flex of his body, muscles standing out under the skin. A seam on his shirt ripped somewhere, but she barely noticed as he rushed across the room and pressed her into a wall, tearing at her bra. The material was flimsy and weak in his hands, and the mighty dragon shifter nearly ripped it from her body before he could get it undone with one hand, the other wrapped around her waist to support her.
Claire gasped as his mouth quickly found a nipple, sucking it, rolling it around in circles and even applying gentle spikes of pressure that blasted her mind with unexpected pleasure. He knew her body somehow, knew how to work it, how to play it intimately, and there was little that Claire could do except go along for the ride.
Wrapping her hands around his head, Claire pulled him in tight to her, gasping and moaning in near unceasing confirmation that his touch was good.
No, not good. Great. Phenomenal.
“Take me,” she hissed in his ear. “Bedroom. Floor. I don’t care. Just take me now.”
Pietro twitched at her unexpected forwardness, but to his credit, he recovered swiftly, pulling back from her breasts to look in her eyes.
She didn’t know what he saw when his blue-green orbs stared at her, but something was answering within him. Something alien awoke deep in his gaze. Claire gasped. It was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Something almost…inhuman. And it was focused entirely on her.
Was this his dragon that she was seeing? The other entity that lived within him? Was it now awake and interested in her?
A shiver ran down her spine, tightening skin