The Dragon's Choice (Tahoe Dragon Mates 1)

Judging by the way he tensed under her body, she sensed he was hiding something.

But before she could voice her thoughts, Jose stopped in front of the sofa and lowered her down to her feet slowly, so that her body felt every inch of his torso, until his erection pressed against her belly.

Neither of them moved, gazing into each other's eyes, as heat and wanting spread through Victoria's body.

And just by how hard he was, through Jose's, too.

Finally he moved back a few inches and his hands went to the button of her jeans. He paused a beat, no doubt giving her time to tell him to stop, but she gripped his bicep and squeezed in encouragement. The action kicked him into gear, and he had her jeans unzipped and off faster than she'd thought possible, especially since he had to take off her shoes, too.

Victoria stood, only in her bra and panties, in front of the sexiest man she'd ever seen. A dragonman who looked at her as if she were the plumpest, juiciest steak, ready for him to eat and devour with relish.

His fingers went to the band of her underwear, a talon lightly brushed against her skin. She drew in a breath, and he growled. "Someday, I will shred these off your body. But right now, we'll keep them whole until your clothes arrive."

She wanted to scream for him to shred them, but he tugged them down inch by agonizing inch, the slight friction of the fabric against her skin making her body temperature skyrocket.

Just what did he do to her?

She finally stepped out of them and moved to take off her bra, but he stilled her hand. "Not yet. I don't want to risk the distraction."

"Distraction? From what?"

He pressed her to sit on the couch before spreading her thighs. As he stared between her legs, her face burned as she gleamed his answer.

Then Jose licked his lips, and her center pounded, aching to feel the pressure of his tongue.

He groaned. "I can smell how sweet you are. I think it's about time to taste you."

As he knelt before her, Victoria dug her nails into the cushions of the couch.

It looked like her newfound adventure was quickly turning into one of the many fantasies she'd created over the years.

And she only hoped he lived up to it. Because if anyone could, she sensed it was the dragonman kneeling before her.

Chapter Four

Not immediately throwing his female down and making her come with his tongue was one of the hardest things Jose had resisted in a while.

But she had seemed unsure after the fucking amazing strip she'd done—even if it'd only been removing her jacket and shirt—and he hated the change of her confidence level.

Removing the remainder of her clothes had washed most of the anxiety away, to the point his inner dragon growled, Tell her the truth. She should know she's our true mate.

Soon, but not yet.

No, he needed to ensure she was as relaxed as possible before he told her what could happen after he kissed her sweet mouth.

Luckily, he knew what to do and it meant learning one of the things he burned to know about her—the taste of her sweet honey.

So Jose knelt between her legs and stared at her wet, swollen center, already glistening for him. Not to mention her scent was stronger now and damn, she smelled better than anything he'd scented before, which only made his mouth water in anticipation.

After stroking the silky skin of her inner thighs a few times, the final wisps of tension faded from her muscles, letting him know she was ready. With a growl, he leaned down and blew up her slit and back down.

Victoria sucked in a breath, her nails digging even harder into the cushions, and he smiled. She probably wanted to grab his head and guide him down, but held back. He suspected his human wanted him dirty, their sex as well, but was shy to admit it.

That just added another level of complexity to the prize that was Victoria Lewis.

Jose finally closed the distance and gave one slow, long lick up her slit, just stopping short of her bundle of nerves at the top. She moaned, but he barely heard it as he went for another lick, and another, wanting to brand her sweet and salty taste into his memory.

Keeping her hips in place, he lightly fucked her opening with his tongue, plunging, tickling, teasing her until she was all but ripping the material of the couch with her nails. If she didn't touch him soon, he'd make her.