The Protector (Fire's Edge #4) - Abigail Owen Page 0,47

and two fingers slid inside her. But he didn’t just pump. He stretched her, and twisted, and while his fingers were working that magic, and his tongue devastating her, and the fire adding to the burn, she thought that was the most she could bear, mewling at the torrent of sensations.

Then he did something with his thumb, pressing up and through her folds and steady at the base of her clit, lifting that bundle of nerves so he could suck.

Once. Twice.

On the third harsh drag, he tripped an orgasm that slammed through her like wildfire, only he didn’t let up and all she could do was hold on for the ride as he milked every last shudder from her body.

With a final cry, she went limp against the floor, the hand behind her no longer holding her upright.

“I’ll add the way you come for me to the list,” he murmured in a self-satisfied voice.

If she’d had enough energy, she would’ve smacked him. Vaguely she was aware of strong arms scooping her up against a solid chest. She floated through into his bedroom. “I didn’t know we could hold a steady stream of fire and use our mouth and tongue at the same time,” she murmured drowsily against his neck.

His low chuckle reverberated against her. “I’ll show you how, and you can return the favor.”

The sudden image of doing just that had her smiling secretly. What sounds could she drag from his body? Already recovering, thanks to that accelerated healing which meant most dragon shifters could spend a lot of time getting off if they wanted to, her body thrummed with energy that image gave her. That and something more. A giddiness that she hadn’t experienced since maybe the first time she’d shifted. Needing a place to redirect it, she bit down on his bicep.

Just a playful nip.

Levi jerked with a grunt. “Don’t do that unless you want payback in kind.”

The dark slide of his voice, his dragon so near the surface, sent a shiver through her. “Oh? And where would you like to bite me?”

“Everywhere.”

Like creatures in the wild, other predatory shifters like wolves often bit when they claimed a mate, or to mark their territory. Because of their unique mating marks, dragons didn’t do that as much. But the instinct was still there. Just buried.

With a wicked wiggle, she sunk her teeth into him again, then licked the spot, liking the red welts that showed. Yeah. This marking thing was satisfying in the strangest way.

“That’s it.” He tumbled her forward.

With a squeal, she sailed through the air to bounce across the bed, still neatly made with a red and black plaid quilt. In a flash, he pinned her with the bulk of his body and bit down on her arm in the same spot she’d done to him. Only he wasn’t finished. He nuzzled his way across to her breast, stopping to suck on her nipple once, bowing her back off the bed as she chased his mouth, then released her and bit the softer underside.

A sting of pain…followed by heat…followed by a rush of need.

Lyndi moaned and felt his smile against the softer skin of her belly as he nuzzled down to the curls at the juncture of her thighs where he paused to tease with his tongue just long enough to get her hips moving before he sank his teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh.

Lyndi jackknifed with the sensation. More heat. More rush. Only to squeal again as he flipped her to her stomach. Hands explored the backs of her thighs, the globes of her ass, then, as he slipped a finger inside her, he bit again, marking her right cheek, pumping that finger that wasn’t nearly enough through the sting.

A telltale tingle started to gather, and she whimpered. And somehow he must’ve heard in the sound how close she was. Because she found her ass hitched up higher, knees spread wide and a hard cock pressing at her entrance.

She stiffened. “Not from beh—”

He wrapped a hand in her hair and tipped her head so that she had to go down on one elbow.

“Look at me.”

She obeyed, all instinct and wanton need, to encounter molten copper eyes in a beautifully harsh face. The slash of his cheekbones flushed, straight eyebrows drawn together in a fierce frown of command. His gaze ate her up, and suddenly she had an idea of what he was seeing. Her splayed for him, vulnerable and open, her hair a riot