Prince of Spies - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,63

a breathy whisper as Drake’s hand came down on Estella’s ass once more, followed by the Jinn woman’s feminine moan of pleasure.

“It can be a loving give and take of dominance and submission. Among dragons, the male dominates his partner in the mating flight. They say the female revels in her mate’s power as he does in her submission. It’s the way of things.” He licked a trail down her neck. “For dragons.”

Drake was more aggressive now, interspersing stokes of Estella’s generous curves with slaps to her ass and thighs. The Jinn woman moaned and begged for Drake to continue his sensuous torture, clearly loving every minute of it.

“I’m half dragon, my love, as are you. Don’t you want to submit to me in every way? Doesn’t your inner dragon long to be mastered by mine?”

Riki’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes mesmerized by the most erotic thing she’d ever witnessed. Nico’s hands and words inflamed her senses while Drake’s mastery of the Jinn woman was titillating her desire.

She hadn’t realized this kind of play could be anything but painful. What she’d seen in Lucan’s chamber had been a cruel mockery of the sensual, seductive, sinuous dance of dominance she now witnessed. Drake demonstrated his total control of Estella’s freely given responses and Riki began to wonder what it would be like to surrender so completely and utterly to the man she loved.

Nico’s question bounced around in her brain. Dare she admit how hot the thought made her? Would he hurt her if he knew he could have anything he wanted from her? Anything at all?

The answer shouted through her mind—an immediate, resounding no. Nico would never hurt her. He was her mate. The dragon that shared her soul knew Nico and wanted nothing more than to submit to him fully. Riki found her human side wanted the same thing. She wanted to learn all he could teach her of pleasure and passion.

Nico’s hands tightened. One hand clamped her waist, the other squeezing a nipple. Riki squirmed in his hold, more excited than she’d ever been.

“Don’t you want to surrender, my Arikia? Answer me.”

Riki moaned as he pinched her nipple just hard enough to send a flame shooting from the taut peak straight to her womb. She was on fire!

“I do. I surrender to you, Nico. Only to you.”

He turned her in his arms, dragging her close against his body. Nico kissed her hungrily, invading her mouth and asserting a dominance he’d heretofore held in check. She wanted it all now. She wanted his dominance, his roughness, his daring.

And he gave it to her.

Drake and Estella were forgotten as Nico took her to the floor, covering her straining body with his own. She fought with the ties on his leggings, wanting—no, needing—more of him, all of him. And suddenly he was there, as naked as she, as vulnerable. Nico was the master of her passion, the master of her heart. His strong body covered her, his eyes holding hers as he joined them as one.

And then it was done.

Bodies met, souls met, more fully than ever before. Riki’s complete submission joined them fully. Rather than tearing her down and being consumed by his dominant personality, it felt more like Nico’s power flowed into and around her, cupping her in warm arms of energy, holding her safe and urging her to fly with him.

Riki saw into his soul through the hazel green fire in his eyes and she knew he was seeing into hers as well. They were one now, in all ways.

Then he began to move.

The slow dance of seduction and pleasure quickly turned to an inferno neither wanted to tamp down. Nico took her hard and fast, almost brutally, but she wanted every inch of his domination, every surge of his powerful body and spirit. She was his as he was hers.

The powerful climax hit them both at the same time, Nico gasping as Riki cried out in ultimate pleasure. It was a hard, fast climb to an unbelievable pinnacle, over too soon, but necessary to join what would never be put apart again.

“I love you, my Arikia, my wife,” Nico whispered in her ear as they both had a chance to recover.

“I know,” Riki said softly, loving the feel of him on her and in her. “As much as I love you.”

He kissed her then, a tender, powerful claiming, affirming what they both knew in their hearts, now beating as one.

Riki must have dozed a bit, for