Deryk (Dragon Hearts #2)(45)

Deryk’s back arched off the bed completely as Izabella lowered her head and took his glans into the moist heat of her mouth, the rasp of her tongue greedily licking up all his pre-come before she suckled him deeper, asking for more.

He pulled her up and then over him, so that her thighs straddled his. “I need to be inside you when I come,” he explained as his hands moved about her waist, and he lifted her so that her pussy was positioned above the straining length of his cock.

Color blazed in Izzi’s cheeks as she resisted being lowered. “I don’t think you can bite my nape from this angle.”

“So I’ll bite you next time—”

“Now.” Izzi rested her hands on his chest for balance as she continued to resist. “I want to be completely yours now, Deryk.”

He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again. “You will be, you already are mine—”

“But not your dragon’s,” she insisted. “Not your mate.” She pulled free of his hold on her waist before lifting off him and moving to her knees and elbows on the bed beside him.

“If I do this, there will be no turning back.”

“I don’t want to turn back,” she told him determinedly, raising one of her hands to sweep the hair away from her nape. “I want your cock inside me. Your barb swelling and claiming me. Your teeth biting me. I want those things now.”

How could Deryk deny Izabella anything when she was glaring at him with the fierceness of a female dragon? His female. His mate.

Mine.

No, Izabella is mine, Deryk rebuked his dragon, as he rose onto his knees and positioned himself behind Izabella’s parted legs.

He claimed her then with one single thrust of his engorged shaft between the swollen lips of her vulva, burying his cock to the hilt and instantly knowing he had been claimed back when Izabella’s heat wrapped itself about him like a silky glove.

Deryk felt his teeth sharpen inside his mouth, totally unable to fight his need to mate and claim Izabella as he lowered his body over the back of hers, instinctively drawn to bite her vulnerable nape. He heard Izabella cry out as his teeth pierced her flesh and she instantly climaxed, the walls of her pussy contracting about his fiercely thrusting cock.

The salty sweetness of her blood entered his mouth and made his cock harder, his thrusts becoming fiercer as he felt her increasing pleasure as the aphrodisiac entered the blood coursing through her own body. And then he felt the barb that only his mate could release as it swelled and then latched on inside Izabella. The pleasure intensified to an unimagined degree as Izabella climaxed again, Deryk quickly joining her when his balls drew up and his cum pulsed hotly down the length of his cock.

Sometime later, he carefully removed his teeth from her nape as he rolled them onto their sides, continuing to hold Izabella in his arms as the heat of his release continuing to pump inside her long after her climax had subsided.

Before she climaxed again.

And again.

And then again.

Deryk had no idea how much time passed, but they were both hot and slick with sweat by the time his barb finally released and he could slide his cock from inside Izabella.

“Did I hurt you?” Deryk moved so that he could look at her searchingly, having felt how her body was still trembling as he carefully turned her to face him.

“Not at all,” Izabella assured him dreamily, looking as exhausted as Deryk felt. “Are we mated now?”

He nodded. “Goddess, yes.”

She nodded, smiling slightly as her lids closed. “I love you.”

“What?” Deryk sat up beside her. “Izabella, what did you say?”

The only answer he received was the gentlest of snores.



Izzi felt Deryk’s body curled spoon fashion behind and against her own when she woke up, a cover pulled over both of them as they slept. The deep evenness of Deryk’s breathing told her he was still asleep.

Her cheeks became hot at the memory she had told Deryk she loved him before she fell into an exhausted sleep.

She was Deryk’s mate, so why shouldn’t she tell him she loved him?

Even if he never told her—

“I love you, Izabella Mikhailova.”

She turned quickly in his arms. “Don’t feel you have to say that just because I—”

Deryk’s arms tightened about her as he drew her against him so that not a centimeter separated them. “Because you’re my brave and beautiful Izabella?” He gave a shake of his head. “I love you. Me. Deryk Pendragon. Your mate,” he added with deep satisfaction.

Hearing the words was—it was—

“Don’t cry.” Deryk looked alarmed as tears began to fall down her cheeks.

“I’m crying with happiness,” she assured him as she pressed herself even closer against him. “I love you so very much, feel utterly privileged to be chosen as your mate.”

He eyed her teasingly. “Will you still remember I love you when I have to spank you?”

She eyed him curiously. “Why do you have to spank me?”

“No reason. Yet. But I know you, Izabella,” he brushed the hair back from her temple, “and there are sure to be plenty of occasions when only a spanking will do.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

His brows rose. “You will?”