Filed to story: Reclaimed Book by Roxie Ray
“Feels so good, Steph,” she whispered.
“Want you to feel good,” I murmured, digging my fingers into her plush ass. “Love you so much, Harley.”
“Love you, too,” she said with a sigh, then tugged my head up for another kiss.
She wrapped one leg around my thighs, pulling me closer. I was hyper-aware of the fact that I was still wearing my jeans. My cock was pressing against the zipper so hard it was nearly painful. I needed to be inside her yesterday.
It’d been too long. I’d thought I lost her. I was never going to get that close to losing her again.
I broke the kiss and reluctantly inched backward, just long enough to rid myself of my jeans and underwear. Then I was back on top of her with nothing but the thin layer of satin between us.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me close so our bodies were flush. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and groaned in pleasure. My hard length slid across the satin between her legs, where she was hot and damp, and the slick fabric made the sensation even more tantalizing. I grasped her thigh, holding her close, and thrust forward like I was already fucking her. Harley trembled at the sensation and dug her fingers into my shoulders. The tiny pressure points only heightened my own pleasure.
“Fuck, I need you,” I groaned.
“Need you too,” Harley gasped. “Now, Steph. Please.”
God, I loved hearing her say please. I’d never get sick of it.
With some effort, I worked a hand between us and hooked my fingertips into the waistband of her panties. I wrenched them down, and she giggled and wiggled around beneath me until the fabric was down around her ankles. She managed to get one foot out, and that was enough for me. I grabbed her legs and hiked them up around my waist as I pressed forward.
My cock slid against her wet pussy, but this time, there was no fabric separating us. Harley gasped and rocked her hips up to meet me. I shifted back and forth, sliding over her clit. Sweat beaded on Harley’s temples, her neck, and I couldn’t resist licking it off her skin. It was an addictive taste.
“So good,” she moaned. “Stop teasing.”
“Not teasing,” I said against her skin. “Enjoying myself. Aren’t you?”
“You’re a demon,” she groaned. She raked her hand through my hair and tightened her fist, sending a little zing of pleasure down my spine.
Part of me wanted to stay like this forever. Wrapped up in Harley, her arms and legs both around me, keeping me close, the slick heat of her pussy so close but not quite there. It was as close as I’d ever been to heaven.
But my dragon didn’t want to fuck around anymore. We finally had our mate back beneath us, and he needed her in every way possible.
I pulled back until the head of my cock slid against her entrance, then pressed inside.
Harley let out the prettiest sound I’d ever heard, and I nearly drowned in the pleasure. It felt so fucking good, so much better than anything else I’d ever felt, anyone else I’d ever been with. Tight. Wet. A perfect fit. I caught her lips in a hard, sloppy kiss. I just needed to taste her, needed to be as close to her as I could get.
When I began to move, Harley broke the kiss. Each stroke jolted a small sound out of her, and she threw her head back against the pillow.
And there, on display for me, was the beautiful, pale expanse of her neck.
My dragon surged forward with an unexpected, ferocious intensity.
Claim.
Claim her. Now. Claim our mate. The urge was so strong I couldn’t stop my fangs from lengthening. It only made the pleasure more intense. I thrust into her harder, enough to jolt the bed frame against the wall. My dragon encouraged me to go faster, take more, make her feel so good she’d never want anyone else.
Claim.
“Harley,” I groaned. My release was building inside me, faster than ever. I pressed my face into her neck.
My dragon was loud, but I was in control. I wouldn’t claim her yet, not before she was ready. I pressed the flats of my fangs to her skin. The contact buzzed through me like lightning. From the way Harley gasped and tugged me impossibly closer, I wondered if she felt it, too.
The pleasure built and built and then broke, and I came with a long, low groan. Through the haze, I felt Harley come with me, her whole body twitching and shaking with it as I rode out the end of my orgasm.
As we caught our breath, I moved to roll off Harley, not wanting to crush her under my weight, but she huffed and hugged me closer. “Stay.”
I kissed her neck again. “Of course I’ll stay. Whatever you want.”
This was my home. This was where I belonged. Being with Harley was everything I’d ever wanted. Even if my dragon was still restless inside me, I’d wait to claim her until she was ready. I didn’t care how long it took.
HARLEY
Iwoke up feeling warm all over, and honestly, a little sore-the good kind of sore, the kind of sore I’d missed desperately.
I was on my back, and Steph’s face was pressed into the curve of my neck. His arm was a warm, comforting weight over my waist, and his chest was pressed to my body like he couldn’t get close enough. I raked my fingers through his hair, and he responded with a low, pleased rumble. Dragons were a lot like cats in that way-they loved to be petted. I smiled to myself. Definitely weren’t telling him that any time soon.
“Morning,” he murmured against my skin, his rough voice sending a shiver of desire down my spine.
“Good morning to you,” I said. “Sleep all right?”
“Better than ever.” Steph raised his head and pressed a kiss to my lips.
I melted back against the sheets and let my hands drift over his shoulders and the strong plane of his back.
His kiss traveled from my lips to my jaw, then down the curve of my neck. He nuzzled me there, then sighed. “My dragon didn’t sleep too well, though.”
“Why’s that?” I asked, though I was pretty sure I knew the answer.
“He wants to claim you. We both do. Badly.”
Another shiver rolled through me. I’d felt it last night when his kisses and bites kept returning to my neck and shoulder. It was as if I could feel his dragon right under the surface, desperate to be even closer to me. I couldn’t deny that I wanted it on some level. Wanted to give in to him, let him possess me, claim me, make me entirely his.
“I know. I’m not against it. I’m just… I’m not ready.” There was too much danger surrounding us. Too many unknowns. I couldn’t give my whole life to Steph like that, not until I knew my son and I would be safe. “I’m not going anywhere, Steph. I just need time.”
“I’ll give you all the time you need,” Steph said immediately. “I can control my dragon. He’s just a bit of a bastard when he really wants something.”
I laughed, then shoved him onto his back. I climbed on top of him, then leaned down for another searing kiss. His hands slid up my thighs, and he rumbled into the kiss.
We lost ourselves in each other for a few long moments, then Steph squeezed my thighs with a warm laugh. “I could stay here all morning, but I think I hear a hungry nine-year-old waking up.”
“Oh, God. Ever since his first shift, I can barely keep up with his appetite.”
“I better start making the eggs, then,” Steph said with a grin. He gave me another kiss, then we both got dressed and headed downstairs.
I made the coffee while Steph scrambled enough eggs to feed an army, and Cassidy made Dylan’s favorite cinnamon toast in the oven. The four of us sat at the table and ate, while Striker stuck with coffee and started on the dishes. Honestly, I was getting used to having the extra enforcers around-they helped out with the chores a hell of a lot.
“I spoke to Blakely yesterday,” Steph said.
Cassidy and I snapped our gazes to Steph. “You did?” I asked.
“Text only,” he said. “She agreed to meet this morning at the café downtown. It should be public enough that she doesn’t try anything insane.”
“What do you mean, insane?” Cassidy asked, glancing between us. “Just how bonkers is this woman?”
