Mated to the Storm Dragon (Elemental Mates 1)

Gregory was the first to decide he could take it no longer. He took hold of her shoulders—and then turned them around, so that Naomi’s back hit the wall of the shower.

She gasped. The tiles were warm. Water kept falling, gentle as a summer shower. As he pressed himself against her, she gasped at the way her nipples brushed against his skin.

Then his mouth was on hers, and all capacity for thought was gone.

Her arms wound around his neck. As he kissed her demandingly, she ran her hands over his wet skin, trying to push herself even closer. His own hands trailed down from her shoulders, running up and down her sides as she shivered with need.

Then his hands came forward, cupping her breasts, and Gregory broke the kiss at last—but only for his mouth to trail downwards, his lips brushing her throat.

As the warm water kept falling all around them in a gentle mist, his mouth found her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, and pleasure shot straight down her spine, her clit throbbing for a touch.

Breathlessly, she moaned his name. When he looked up at her, his lashes glistening with drops of water that looked like tiny diamonds, his eyes had gone all wide and dark with desire.

“I want you to be mine,” he said, his voice low and rough.

Against her thigh, she could feel his cock pulse.

She wanted it too—she wanted him inside her, more than she’d ever wanted anything. With every other man before, there had always been uncertainty, that secret fear of being not good enough, or the sad awareness that it was just a fling.

Now, there was no doubt, no insecurity. All she could feel was that overwhelming certainty that this was right, that this was everything she’d ever dreamed of—that being with Gregory would be an adventure as wild and exhilarating as riding on a dragon’s back through a thunderstorm.

“I’m already yours,” she breathed, pulling up his face toward hers to stare into those gorgeous, silver eyes. “Claim me.”

She couldn’t say where those words had come from, but they kindled a new fire in Gregory’s eyes. He pressed against her, deliciously hard muscles sliding against her skin, his erection teasing against her—and then something seemed to snap, the tension between them fanned into wildfire by a storm of emotion.

His hands were on her hips. She found herself lifted, pressed against the wet tiles, his hands on her thighs holding her in place as he pushed forward.

She was on the pill—did dragons know about the pill? She was dizzy with need and couldn’t think of anything but the feeling of Gregory at last sliding into her.

He was panting against her throat. She could feel his incredible muscles strain as he held her in place. Then he pushed forward again—and at last he was fully inside her.

An overwhelmed moan escaped Naomi. She could feel herself tightening around him. The feeling was incredible—he was larger than anyone she’d ever been with, but it didn’t hurt at all. She was so wet that he’d slid in easily, and the stretch was delicious. He filled her so completely that she could only throw her head back, gasping for breath as she tightened her legs around his hips.

“More,” she moaned, “more... Make me yours!”

He pulled back with a groan, and then thrust inside her. The friction was the most incredible thing she’d ever felt. The angle was just right—as he kept thrusting inside her, little explosions of pleasure ran through her every time that generous length hit just the right spot.

His eyes were the dark silver of thunder clouds now, sizzling with some ancient power that should’ve scared her, but only made her need him more.

“Be mine,” he said, his voice a soft growl of need. There was something possessive in it—but also something strangely vulnerable.

A new shudder of need ran through Naomi when she realized that he was as desperate for this as she was.

“My Naomi. My treasure. My mate...”

Lightning seemed to fill his eyes. Dizzy, Naomi could only gasp for air. It was as if he was on fire. His skin burned beneath her touch.

But her body was on fire too, waves of heat rolling through her with every demanding thrust of his hips. And then the heat broke, and her climax came crashing over her with the violent force of a summer storm.

Her body throbbed around him. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy kept flooding through her. As she clutched breathlessly at his sweaty shoulders, he buried himself inside her one final time with a hard thrust—and then he came too, the heat of his release filling her while she was still pulsing around him.

Every muscle and tendon in his body had tensed. She could feel the beating of his powerful heart against her own chest.

And then the emotions came flooding in. Desire. Pleasure. An overwhelming, protective need—and wave after wave of love, wrapping her in layers of warmth while she was still pressed to his sweaty body, her own heart still racing.

The feeling was overwhelming. She’d never experienced anything like it before. For a moment, it was almost like that night long ago, when the vision of a dragon had come to her and she’d completely lost all sense of the world around her as she painted and painted, following some distant call...

But then, she’d been alone. She’d been lost and overwhelmed, tired to the bone and so close to giving up on all of her dreams.