Kiss of Frost (The Dragon Stone Saga Book 1)(23)

Beck smirks and reaches for the button of his jeans. He steps out of them, his cock hard and ready for me. It juts out and I kneel in front of him, peppering kisses on his thighs. I sprinkle in a few nibbles, enjoying it when he growls each time in response. He tunnels his hands in my hair and tilts my head up until I can meet his gaze.

"Are you sure, mate?"

I always forget that he comes from a different time. I don't know how a lady would have acted back in whatever century he grew up in, but right now I could care less about propriety.

"I want your taste on my tongue, Beck." His eyes turn from crystal blue to that light grey that usually means he's experiencing a strong emotion. It's sexy as hell to know that I can make this powerful dragon lose control with my touch.

He grips my hair in a firm grasp and thumbs my lip with his other hand. "Open your mouth and take all of me then."

I open my mouth but I don't do as he says. I lick at the swollen tip, lapping up the drops of pre-come. I drag my tongue down his shaft before kissing my way back up his length. I steady myself with one hand on his thigh and bring my other hand up to fondle his balls. He hisses in a sharp breath.

"Mate…" His voice is deep, full of sex and sin and desire.

I flick my tongue against the crest of his tip and turn my gaze up toward him, batting my eyelashes at him. "Yes?"

"Take my cock inside your mouth before I lose my mind."

Without pause, I suck just the tip of him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I push down on his length, swallowing as much of him as I can until he hits the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose and swallow.

"Fuck."

Desire coils in my stomach from pleasing my mate and wetness pools at my center. I let his cock go with a pop and I smirk. "What?"

"Don't what me. I can smell your desire for me, little witch." His hand clenches in my hair. "Cinnamon sugar, my favorite."

I wink at him. "Better be your favorite."

"Or what, mate?" Beck cocks his head, a smile twitching his lips.

I don't answer him, instead sucking his length inside my mouth again, my head bobbing up and down, working him with my tongue, hands, and lips.

"Ivy, I want to be inside you now." I shake my head, continuing my ministrations, letting my teeth softly scrape against his length. He bends at the waist, gripping me under my arms and pulling me upward. "Now, mate. I need your heat wrapped around my cock."

"I want to be on top." I shuffle around him despite his frown and push him backward. He flops down, his shaft slapping at his abs. He's laid out before me like a present at Christmastime and I want to unwrap him slowly, enjoying every second of the moment.

"You wish to ride me?"

"Yes." I climb up on top of him and steady myself with a hand on his stomach, lifting up my hips and wrapping my hand around his hard shaft. I hover over his length, watching him as he watches me take his length inside me.

"Little witch." Beck bites the words out between clenched teeth as he bucks up into me. "You are soaked without my touch."

"I don't need your touch to make me wet, Beck. Just being around you or thinking about you does the trick."

He swallows hard, his focus glued to where our bodies meet. I rock back and forth, swirling my hips as I straddle him. He grip my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts his hips upward to meet the rhythm of my movements. I reach down, circling my clit with my thumb, and he growls.

"That's my job, mate." He brushes my hand out of the way and replaces my smaller fingers with his much larger ones, framing my nub with two fingers, the friction sending shock waves of pleasure through my body.

"Beck." I sigh his name.

"I can feel your walls fluttering around me." He changes the position of his hand, applying pressure directly on the little button with his thumb, and I falter in my movements. "You like it when I touch you here, don't you, little witch?"

I nod, biting my lip as I move my hips faster, chasing after my orgasm.

"Say it," he orders.

"I love it when your hands are on my clit." My breathing speeds up and my legs start to shake as bliss flows through me.

"Good girl. Now let go and come for me."

"Beck…" I cry out his name as my body does exactly as he commands, tightening around his cock until I can't tell where he ends and I begin. "Oh, my god, yes." I grip his hand at my hip, needing to hold on to something solid as my mind blanks.

"Ivy." He roars my name, the sound echoing off the walls of the large room. His length jerks inside my pussy, once, twice, three times and he empties his seed inside me. That cool sensation flows through me and my body flashes hot and cold, my mate mark pulsing with magic as we fall into each other, breathing hard.

I push my hair out of my face and prop my chin on Beck's chest. "Wow…that was…"

"Mind blowing." Beck grabs my hand in his and brings it up to his mouth, kissing the palm and smiling against it.

"Is it always like this between mates?" I ask, curious about what being mated to a dragon will be like.

"From what I understand, our unrelenting desire to constantly have sex will wane marginally, but we are meant to be together. We balance each other and that desire to form a bond will always be here."