I wanted to watch her move around our house in paint-covered overalls while she did whatever the hell she wanted to do all day long. I had the ability to give her that, and I would do my damn best to make sure she never thought that she had to do something again because it was ‘normal.’ I couldn’t express how glad I was that she wouldn’t be attending that stupid fucking school. I did, however, need to find a tutor. A female tutor, specifically.
That was one thing that I was glad Maya didn’t seem to mind. My overbearing sense of possessiveness and jealousy when it came to her. I mean, it wasn’t just me, but my dragon forced out my reactions far more than the others. I shook my head, thinking about our argument only the other day. I hadn’t been lying to her about ‘walking the walk’ and not just ‘talking the talk.’ I knew that a level of independence for Maya was essential after everything she’d been through.
Just because I knew something didn’t make it easier to accept in any way, shape, or form, though. It didn’t remove the urge I had to wrap her up completely and lock her in our house, in a contained, controlled environment where I could ensure nothing ever hurt her. It didn’t change the fact that every time someone threatened her happiness I felt a seething anger that had me acting in ways that I would normally be able to control. I didn’t like to make a habit out of killing people, but every time that someone hurt Maya? I was brought there. Partly because my dragon thought it was the easiest solution, and partly because I hated that someone would even question if they could hurt her, let alone do it.
I didn’t exactly take well to being questioned in the first place. Well, unless it was by Maya. Despite our continued attempts to dominate her when she did so, I found myself enjoying our back and forth, wondering how much of my dragon pushing forward it would take until she decided to listen to us. Somehow when it didn’t work, something that should have frustrated the hell out of me as an alpha, I found myself turned on.
Always fucking turned on around Maya.
A low rumble caught in my throat as I began imagining her on one of these many vacations that I planned on organizing. Immediately, one of the over-the-water cottages we owned in Bora Bora came to mind. I hadn’t even wanted to purchase the damn property when Sai had insisted on it, but the more I imagined being able to stare at every single inch of her golden skin laying out underneath the Pacific sun in a bikini? Or better yet, nothing? The more thankful I was for the purchase.
My cock hardened fully, imagining her naked on the water-level patio out back, laid out and napping, making it all too easy to just slide right between her silky thighs and spend my afternoon devouring her sweet heat until she was moaning out my name and her legs were trembling. Better yet? How easy it would be to roll her over and slam home inside of her tight pussy while biting down on my mating mark, making sure that the entire island heard those amazing sounds that came out of her perfect lips while I fucked her.
Shit. I honestly had no idea how I ever lasted inside of this woman. Even the thought of doing any of that shit had me feeling as if I was going to come in seconds. Although, if my cum wasn’t filling her up, I knew the action would feel hollow after experiencing the real thing. Despite my initial guilt, I was still far too pleased at the concept that I had come deep inside of her, marking her in such a primal and instinct-driven way. It also had me wanting to not only do it again, but to fill other parts of her with cum, specifically that mouth. I inhaled sharply, imagining my cum on her lips and how fucking good she would look on her knees staring up at me with my cock in her mouth.
This… I inhaled and tried to shake the overwhelming lust running through me. This was ridiculous. Why had I thought it would get easier after being inside of her? As if my frustration physically would have been eased in some way? No. This was far worse. Knowing