Vladimir (Russian Dragon Heat #1) - Carole Mortimer Page 0,40

pain the moment Tanya had bared all that pale, silky skin.

Instead of accepting her invitation, he tilted his own head to the side, baring his throat in a surrender he had never offered to anyone before, woman, man, or beast. “I wish for you to bite me,” he invited.

Tanya looked momentarily perplexed. “Will that make us mates?”

His lips tilted in a smile. “No, but I will certainly enjoy it.”

Her own smile was shy. “I believe I will too.”

“Please,” he urged gruffly.

His body quivered the moment Tanya’s lips touched the warmth of his neck, that shudder becoming a full-body tremble when he felt the increased pressure of her teeth closing on his skin. A light nip at first, then deepening almost to pain, at the same time as Tanya sucked on his skin and kept on sucking until Vladimir knew there would be a mark left there.

Not that it would remain for long, their dragon healing metabolism would see to that, but Vladimir knew he would feel the evidence of Tanya’s possession long after the mark had faded.

He wanted to do the same to her.

His mating bite and scent would eventually tell any other dragon shifter that Tanya was his mate and queen, but if or until that happened, Vladimir wished to visibly mark Tanya so the whole world could see she was his.

Well…as much of the world as there was out here in the Russian wilderness, he acknowledged self-derisively.

The truth was Vladimir wanted something tangible to show that Tanya had come to him willingly today, even if they weren’t yet, and perhaps never would be, mated.

“Don’t move,” she raised her head to instruct huskily when Vladimir would have rolled the two of them over so that he was once again on top and able to suck his mark into her neck. Tanya smiled at his obvious frustration. “I know this is difficult for you to accept, but I’m in charge and making love to you right now.” She gently pushed his arms back to his sides. “Keep these here for me, hmm?”

He chuckled at how well she had come to know him in such a short time. It went against every one of Vladimir’s dominant instincts to allow Tanya to take dominance, of their lovemaking or anything else.

“Very well,” he conceded. “But know that I will take over at some stage. Maybe not for a while yet…” He groaned as Tanya sucked one of his hard nipples into the heat of her mouth and her fingers and thumb played with its twin. Incredulous as it seemed, they were erogenous zones Vladimir hadn’t even realized he had until this moment.

The women Vladimir had known in the past had been always been willing, but the times they lived in had not made them adventurous. As a consequence, he had always taken the initiative in his sexual liaisons. He never knew his nipples were sensitive to stimulation, perhaps because it was two hundred years since he had been with a woman, and the women then had been less forward than they were now.

“Tanya—”

“Shh.”

He groaned his disappointment at her having to release his nipple even long enough to answer.

She raised her head to look at him. “Tell me what you want, Vladimir.”

He moved restlessly on the bed, but kept his hands at his sides as Tanya had instructed. “Do to me what you were doing before.”

“This?” She placed her lips about his hard nipple. “And this?” Her tongue swept over it. “And this?” She sucked hard on that responsive flesh at the same time as she pinched and squeezed his other nipple.

Vladimir groaned as the pleasure coursed hotly from his nipples to the base of his spine and then lower still to the throb of his cock and tightly tensed balls.

Tanya warmed inside as Vladimir held back none of his responses to her lovemaking, his groans low and aching, his body as taut and desperate as the strings on a violin waiting to be played.

Which she did, mercilessly, causing his need to ride higher and higher.

Finally, she released his nipples to caress every inch of that magnificent body, from his wide shoulders, muscular chest and abs, and down to where his cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his abdomen.

She heard Vladimir draw in a sharp breath as the fingers of one of her hands wrapped around his straining cock, her other hand moving to cup the full sac of his balls.

His face was flushed, eyes dark and pleading, as she stroked her