Deryk (Dragon Hearts #2)(12)
“Deryk Pendragon.”
“Is that his name?”
Izzi frowned. “You don’t remember being introduced to him? Or letting me leave with him?”
“Why would I do that?”
Because Deryk Pendragon had ensured that he did, Izzi realized. The dragon shifter had done something to Pyotr, brainwashed him or taken away his free will in some way, and that was the reason Pyotr hadn’t put up more of a fight when she left the coffee shop with Deryk this morning.
Compulsion?
Was that also the reason she wanted to rip all Deryk’s clothes off and throw him down on the nearest flat surface? Before climbing on top of him and sinking down onto his hot and turgid cock until he filled her up completely and she could then ride him like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco, like the ones she had seen in the movies?
A dragon’s capabilities and power weren’t something Izzi had ever been privy to. The Romanovs, although kind and considerate to their human servants, did not share their dragons, or their abilities, with them.
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.” She sighed. “I’ve agreed to go out to dinner with Deryk Pendragon this evening, Pyotr.”
His eyes widened. “Why?”
“Because I asked her to.”
Izzi’s gaze moved past Pyotr to the man standing mere feet behind him. Deryk looked good enough to eat. Or ride.
His long golden hair flowed over the collar of the short black leather jacket he was wearing this evening, coupled with a pale cream button-down shirt and tailored black trousers. He also wore what Izzi instinctively knew were handmade black Italian leather loafers. Dragons, the Romanovs included, had accrued their incredible wealth over hundreds of years.
That clamoring beneath her skin increased to a painful level, until all she could concentrate on, all she could see, was Deryk. She wanted his cock inside her. Now. Didn’t even care if Pyotr stayed and watched, she just needed Deryk’s cock filling her up and satisfying this burning ache.
“What did you do to me, you bastard?” she demanded instead as she stepped past Pyotr toward Deryk, her hands raised into what looked like talonless claws.
“Easy.” Deryk easily grasped both of Izabella’s wrists in his hands. “Leave,” he barked at the other man. “Now.”
“But—”
“Leave,” Deryk’s voice echoed with a compulsion the other man was incapable of fighting, Petrov turning to walk meekly down the hallway before disappearing down the stairs. Deryk had no doubt the other man wouldn’t be able to think clearly again until he reached his home. When he would no doubt wonder where he had been for the last hour.
Petrov had no idea what a lucky escape he’d had. It was only the fact that the other man had been standing outside Izabella’s apartment rather than inside it that had stopped Deryk from tearing him limb from limb.
Izabella.
Merely looking at her, seeing the sensual glow in her eyes, the deepened flush to her cheeks, the press of hard nipples against the soft material of her blouse, was enough to tell him the mating arousal had gotten even worse since they’d parted earlier. Izabella desperately needed to be fucked. Now.
He had been hoping they could go out to dinner first, that he could explain the mating to her when he also told her how he and his brothers had come into existence. The soft mewling emitting from Izabella’s throat as she now rubbed her body suggestively against his let him know she couldn’t wait any longer. It was as well Vlad had let him borrow one of the Romanov vehicles rather than taking a taxi here and asking the driver to wait, because Deryk didn’t think he was going to be leaving Izabella’s apartment any time soon.
He released her wrists to swing her up in his arms and carry her inside the apartment. He kicked the door closed behind them as the heat of Izabella’s lips traveled the length of his throat, tiny white teeth biting his earlobe and causing his cock to throb.
He laid her down carefully on the couch in the small sitting room before sitting beside her to start unfastening the buttons on the front of her blouse.
Taking her to her bedroom seemed a bit presumptuous.
And removing all her clothes isn’t?
Deryk didn’t have a choice, knew that if he didn’t assuage at least some of Izabella’s need that she was going to be ill, the way Chloe had been ill after she ran away from Nathaniel. It had taken Nathaniel days to bring Chloe back from the brink of madness she had been sinking into. Deryk refused to let that happen to Izabella.
She continued kissing his throat as she helped him remove her blouse and bra. Deryk paused for a moment to admire her pretty, perfectly sloped breasts tipped with hard, engorged nipples. Nipples he was going to feast on shortly. But first he had to take care of the needs of his mate.
She lifted her hips so that he could peel off her trousers and panties. The latter were drenched with her juices, the scent of her arousal enough to take Deryk’s breath away. Which definitely helped with not breathing in more of that addictive scent for a few seconds!
“Lie back now and let me ease you.” He gently laid her head back onto one of the cushions on the couch before gently parting her legs and exposing her red and swollen pussy lips and engorged clit.
He didn’t hesitate to lift her legs over his shoulders before lowering his head between her thighs. Izabella let out a throaty cry as his parted lips took full possession of her pussy and clit.