That's not much of an answer.
But it's the one I have.
Not wanting to do it, he constructed a complex maze inside his head. Alistair had never had the need to do it before, but Finn and the others had taught him during his recovery in the surgery, just in case.
His beast roared, but the walls held.
Alistair released Kiyana's hand to better climb up the three steps and open the door. He'd barely stepped inside when Kiyana slammed the door and closed the distance between them. "I love you."
The words released his pent-up desire, and he hauled her against him, taking her lips in a rough kiss.
He licked and nibbled until she parted her lips for him. Alistair didn't wait to dive in and twirl his tongue with hers.
No shy, reluctant lass, Kiyana battled her tongue against his, the both of them trying to dominate the other. As her tongue tried to win, he moved a hand to her arse and rocked her against his hard cock.
She moaned into his mouth, and he did it again, wishing the material under his fingers would instantly disappear.
Since he'd promised not to rip any more of her clothes without asking, he broke the kiss and growled, "I want you naked. Either you do it, or I'm tempted to break my promise to ask before shredding your dress."
She smiled, the sight sending even more blood to his cock. "I like this dress too much. So sit on the couch and I'll take it off."
He growled even louder, but she stepped back and walked into the living room, her hips swaying seductively, beckoning him to follow.
More than eager to see every inch of her delicious skin, he made his way to the sofa and sat down. Kiyana kept her back to him and slowly dropped her dress, letting it pool at her feet.
Holy fuck, she was wearing a thong, showcasing almost every inch of her lovely brown skin. Alistair drunk it in, positive he'd never get his fill, and itched to nibble his way around to her front. "More, show me more. I need to see all of you, love."
She slid down the straps of her bra, turned it around to undo it, and the lace floated down to join the dress on the floor. Glancing over her shoulder, her voice was husky as she said, "Should I keep the heels on or take them off?"
"On, most definitely on. But if you don't remove that thong in the next few seconds, I'm going to tear it off with my teeth."
He expected some sort of warning or retort. However, Kiyana slowly shimmied out of her thong, blessing him with every soft curve and gentle valley of her body, and he did his best to commit it to memory.
Not that he hoped to ever need to rely on memory. Kiyana was his female, and he would treasure her every day as she deserved. Still, he wanted the images to hold on to for when he couldn't be at her side.
She kicked away the scraps of material and turned around. He met her eyes before pursuing down to her already-hard nipples, her soft belly, and down to the apex of her thighs.
His mouth watered as the scent of her arousal grew stronger. "Come, love. Let me slake your itch."
Her fingers moved between her thighs, and as she began to play with her pussy and clit, his cock pulsed.
Fuck, his female was perfect.
As she increased her pace and bit her lip, he couldn't sit and watch any longer. Alistair lowered onto the ground and crawled over, loving how she spread her legs wider for him as he reached her. Gently taking her hand, he pushed it away and looked up. "My turn."
Her molten gaze made his dragon roar even louder, but the maze held. She nodded. "Make me scream, Alistair."
With a growl, he settled into the best position to lap at her pussy, her sweet honey driving him even madder.
As he continued to lick, lap, and tease, he would only barely brush her clit with his thumb every few seconds. Some males may want to hurry her orgasm, but Alistair knew building up made her come harder.
And he wanted her to come harder than ever before, screaming his name, and later saying she loved him again.
Just remembering the words from earlier made him thrust deeper. Her hands went to his hair, and she said, "Yes, there. I'm so close. Alistair. Please."
Never wanting to ever disappoint his mate, he rubbed her clit in fast, hard circles, her little moans and groans growing louder as her nails dug deeper into his scalp.
He pressed her hips more against his mouth with his free hand while he also pressed hard against her sensitive bud. She yelled out his name as her nails dug deeper, her pussy convulsing around his tongue.