Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray
Yeah, that felt really fucking good to hear.
Suddenly, I was desperate. I needed to be inside her yesterday. I shoved my boxers down just enough for my cock to spring free. I hadn’t felt like this since-well, since the last time I’d had Harley in my bed. Ten long fucking years ago. “Shit,” I muttered. “Condom?-“
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “Please, Steph, I need you.”
“I got you, baby.” I grasped her thigh and hiked it up higher around my hips. I rubbed the head of my dick against her core, sliding it through her slickness. Gasping, she clung to me, digging her fingers into my shoulders so hard it hurt deliciously.
I slowly, slowly, pressed inside.
She was so tight. So hot. So perfect. A low, soft moan escaped her.
A low moan escaped her as I began to move, keeping the same pace I’d had when I fucked her with my fingers. There was no space at all between us, only skin and breath.
I lost myself in the sensation, in her. My dragon surged closer to the surface as I thrust into her and swallowed every little moan, gasp, and cry. The flame inside me burned hot, my teeth itched, my body ached to claim her. But it was still incredible to be inside her. Back with my mate. As close as we could possibly get-somehow.
She came again, shuddering beneath me and gasping my name. I wasn’t far behind her. My orgasm crashed through me as I pinned her to the bed, spilling deep inside her.
Fuck. I wished she wasn’t on birth control.
The thought nearly made my head spin. I shoved it aside, like I’d pushed aside thoughts of claiming her. This was more than I thought I’d ever get. And even if I couldn’t claim her, I could ensure she was safe and happy. With Harley curled up against me, I got the best night of sleep I’d gotten in ten years.
HARLEY
Iwoke slowly.
First, I noticed the firm, comfortable mattress beneath me. Then, the dim light leaking in from the sides of the blackout curtains. Then, the strong, warm chest pressed against my back.
A rumbling voice sounded in my ear. “Morning.” Then lips against my shoulder and the nape of my neck. Stephan’s arm tightened around my waist, hugging me close.
Holy shit.
Last night hadn’t been a dream.
It had really happened.
A slow, warm heat rolled through my body as I turned over to face him. His hazel eyes were half-lidded, and there was a sleepy smile on his face. There were a few hickeys under his collarbone right above one of his tattoos. Had
I done that? Last night was hazy in my memory, a mishmash of sensation and intense emotion. I felt sort of hungover, but in the best way.
“Morning. What time is it?” My voice was a little rough, too. I closed the distance and brushed my lips against his. His lips felt perfect, and his beard was wonderfully scratchy against my skin.
Now that I’d had his hands on me, it would be nearly impossible to stop touching him.
“Early,” Stephan said. “Dylan’s still asleep. Might be for a little while, too.”
I grinned. “What are you suggesting?”
“I need a shower,” he said. “And you do, too.”
“Are you saying I stink?” I teased, then wriggled closer and pushed him onto his back. I was suddenly wide awake, straddling his hips and grinning down playfully at him. “Is that what this is about?”
“Definitely,” he said. He slid his hands up and down my thighs. His firm grip ran over the fingertip-shaped bruises there, reminding me of how easily he’d picked me up last night. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
I laughed and leaned down to capture his lips in another kiss. It was a slow, passionate kiss, but not anticipatory. It was nice to simply kiss him.
We had a lot of time to make up for.
After a few minutes of lazy kissing, Stephan raked his hand through my hair, then flipped me onto my back. “Shower,” he said.
“Fine, fine.” I climbed out of bed on slightly shaky legs and followed him into the bedroom’s en suite. It was just as luxurious as the bedroom, with dark, pristine tile and a huge glass-doored shower with a rainstorm showerhead.
He turned the hot water on, and steam filled the bathroom. We stood under the water together, and I closed my eyes, leaning against his body as the hot water soothed the wonderful ache in my muscles.
Stephan worked woodsy-smelling soap over my shoulders and upper arms. His slow, sensual touch made my brain, still sleepy and kind of post-orgasmic, power down. That was all that could explain why I said what I said next.
“You remember when we first met?” I asked.
Stephan’s hands stilled briefly before he continued washing my back. “No, I totally forgot. We’ve met before?”
I laughed and elbowed him gently. “No, I mean… You remember that clearing by the lake?”
“Mm. Where we had that picnic? And that little sunset romp?”
I shivered a little. “Mm-hmm. It’s been on my mind…”
He leaned down and kissed my neck. “Oh?”
“I thought maybe I had misremembered over the years… That maybe it wasn’t as good as it was in my memory. Because when I remembered it, it was really damn good.”
Another soft kiss. “Yeah?”
“As good as last night.”
He turned me around and claimed my lips. “Is that what you were thinking about the other night? When I heard you touching yourself?”
Crap. Stupid dragon super-hearing.
I made a small, surprised sound and wriggled away from the kiss. Heat burned through me, half-arousal and half-embarrassment. “That’s none of your business!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said with a pleased grin.
We managed to get cleaned up, with only a few breaks for heated kisses and lingering touches. Afterward, I wrapped a dark, plush robe around myself-everything in his room was so dark-and padded back out into the bedroom. I fished my phone out from the pocket of my sweatpants and frowned at the lock screen.
“What is it?” Stephan asked as he tugged on a clean pair of jeans. “Someone bothering you?”
“Not exactly. It’s my mother.”
“I take it you haven’t heard from Liz in a while,” he said carefully.
I nodded. “We haven’t spoken since we last fought.” That wasn’t unusual for us. Ever since I was a teenager, Mom and I had a rhythm of cordial relationship, major fight, silent treatment, quasi-apology. Rinse and repeat. It made sense when I was a teenager, but now as a grown woman with a kid of my own, I found it exhausting. Why couldn’t she be a reasonable adult?
“What does she want?” he asked.
“She didn’t say. Just asked if I was still in town. She wants to see me today.”
