The Dragon's Bidder (Tahoe Dragon Mates 3)

Ashley was far from a virgin, but never had a man nearly come from a mere touch of her fingers. She wondered how else she could work him up, as he'd done her.

She moved her hand to the base and gripped. Hard.

Wes's hand went to her head and pushed forward. "I've never begged before, but I'm about to do it if you don't hurry up."

She smiled. "No begging necessary."

Opening her mouth, she licked the tip once, twice, three times, loving how Wes thrust his hips slightly with each tease.

And while she'd think of ways to torture him longer, her core pulsed, eager to suck and taste him. He'd said she tasted better than anything he'd ever had, and she was curious if it was the same with him.

Not wanting her dragonman to wait any longer, she took him into her mouth and sucked lightly. Wes swore and gripped her hair in his hand. "Fuck, yes. Take me deeper, love. I want to feel more of you."

Even though she could never probably take all of him, she built up a rhythm, swallowing him a little deeper each time she moved her head back and forth.

Under her free hand against his thigh, she felt his muscles tremble, much like hers had. Except she wanted to push it further, so she reached below and cupped his balls.

Wes roared and thrust into her mouth. Soon the pair of them had a rhythm, and Ashley figured out how he liked his balls squeezed or how to twirl her tongue to make him moan.

There was something heady about having so much power over a man.

No, a dragonman. And she would make sure that no other woman would ever have this power over Wes again.

He was hers.

Unwilling to dwell on that realization, she moved faster, until Wes grunted out, "I'm going to come, love."

If he expected her to pull away, he would be sadly disappointed. The traces of his male musk had made her crave even more.

So when he finally stilled and exploded, Ashley swallowed every last drop.

Eventually, Wes pushed against her head, and she let him go, lingering a few beats to lick the tip one last time. He gently tugged her hair to make her look up, and she did. And for a second, she saw a mixture of the normal emotions a man had after an orgasm—lust, bliss, and contentment.

However, there was also a tenderness that made her want to stand up and hold him close.

So she stood and cupped his cheeks. Wes wrapped his arms around her and placed a possessive hand on her ass. He murmured, "That was better than any fucking fantasy, Ash. You are my dream made real."

Brushing her fingers against his jaw, she almost wished he had some stubble. "I think your dick is still doing the talking."

His pupils flashed, and he held her tighter against him. "No, I mean it. You are my perfect match in every way—from your fire to your stubbornness to your silly list and, most especially, your perfect little mouth. We may not have had our ceremony or made anything official, but to me, you're already my mate, Ashley Swift. No other female will ever compare."

The statement should scare her, or maybe irritate her a little at having no say, but for some reason, his words just felt right.

She wasn't sure if she could go back to her rainbow-filled apartment and try to carve out a life of solitude again. She yearned to be a part of something, to have a partner, to love and be loved.

And all of that she wanted to do with Wes.

Not just wanted—she would do it with him.

She finally replied, "I don't mind if you say things like that when we're alone, but not in public yet, okay? There's still the little matter of me staying here and finding a way to stay with ADDA so I can help dragon-shifters."

He stroked her back in slow circles, which made her lean even more against his hard chest. His voice rumbled, and the vibrations against her nipples made her want to sigh with longing. "That just means we have to work hard to find a solution soon. Because I don't want any other male to think he has a chance with you."

The corner of her mouth ticked up. "With me, the ADDA lady who barks orders and sets the rules? I don't think you'll have to worry about that."

"It attracted the hell out of me, so don't discount it so easily."

She sighed, kissed where his throat met his chest, and murmured, "I think I need to soothe your dragon ego again before I leave for training, to make sure you don't start growling at any man I come into contact with."