Dragon's Omega Bride (Shifter Marriage Service 3)

“Just one thing, Yakov. If you never have children, how will you pass it on down?”

He looked sad for a moment and she regretted asking the question. When he spoke, his words were almost whispered, reflective of somewhere buried deep in his own mind.

“I don’t know. I will worry about that later. I just won’t allow another child to come into this world and feel like he or she is of no importance because I am too busy for him or gone too long or preoccupied with myself. It’s no way for a child to grow up.”

Aileen put her hand on his and smiled. She could see he was a million miles away for a moment and then he looked at her.

“I know what I said, but fuck it,” he said and leaned forward to kiss her.

They broke apart only long enough to make a hasty retreat to her bungalow and resume their embrace, leaving their mostly full bottle of wine and their half full glasses behind on the rock for people to puzzle over as they passed by.CHAPTER FIFTEENIf the first time with Yakov had been great, this time was shaping up to be phenomenal. Aileen tried to put her emotions, any neediness out of the way and just enjoy the sensations of giving in to her own carnal desires. She had been making this about Yakov, about how he had behaved after their first time together, cold and distant. She had felt used and abandoned, but that had been the wrong way of thinking.

Instead, she just needed to remember that she was choosing to do this. Yakov was hardly going to force himself on her if she said no. He might be a bit of a dick, arrogant and foreboding, but wasn’t that exactly what drew her to him? He was unattainable emotionally, so had deemed it a challenge to bend him to her will. That wasn’t going to happen.

Yakov was content in his loneliness. He didn’t seem to view it as anything more than just the way things were and he embraced it. The only thing that puzzled her was why he had given in to his desires with her? There were bound to be a string of women that would open their legs to him at a snap of his fingers. He had every reason to choose one of them and not complicate their agreement, but he had done so anyway. Why?

It hit her that even considering this was already going back to the wrong sort of thinking. It implied that there was something more to this than just a matter of desire and convenience. In simplest terms, he was horny and she was available. Why wouldn’t he take advantage of the situation if she seemed willing? If he had any regrets, it was most likely just back to the fact that it might cause a problem between the two of them that would interfere with his plans. Being the leader of this clan was the most important thing to him in the world.

Her thoughts drifted away as he undressed and climbed into bed beside her, turning to her and pulling her close to him. His kisses were heated, his tongue exploring her mouth with lazy abandon. He tasted like the wine they hadn’t finished, as she was sure she did, too. His kiss lingered, setting her on fire from head to toe. Why did he make her feel so alive when he touched her? Why couldn’t she bring herself to say no? The thoughts left her head as quickly as they had entered.

Now, she was lost in him again, unable to think of anything but how he smelled; how he tasted; how he felt. He wrapped around her, drawing her still closer. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, his rapidly rising hardon pushed into her midriff. She moaned as he slipped one hand down, gliding it slowly across one hip and gripping her butt with it, pulling her even closer to him. Her heart was racing as he reached up with his other hand and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck.

He planted kisses up and down the length of it, pausing to nibble his way up toward one ear, sending shivers down her spine. Moving downward, he kissed his way across her stomach and down to her thighs, pushing them apart to better access her pussy. His fingers found their way to her center and plunged inside of her, milking her folds for every drop of dampness he could retrieve. She lay back and enjoyed the way his explorations felt, cooing her encouragement for him to continue.

“Your sweet little pussy smells divine. I love how wet you get for me,” he told her, leaning inward to lap at her folds. She moaned loudly, pushing her head back into the pillow and bracing herself with her hands to push her hips up toward him. His mouth met her clit eagerly, sucking it in and teasing it with his tongue. She groaned with pleasure as he pulled at it with his teeth and then released it before diving back in to explore her throbbing center with his tongue.