Page 21 of Protecting His Treasure

Now seated in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed, Sin forked pie into her mouth. A sigh slipped past her lips. This pie was even better than the blueberry pie her mom made. She’d never tell her mom that, though. She looked over at Kaede and watched him take his first bite. The look that crossed over his features as the pie hit his tongue was arousing.

“Good?”

He nodded. “I’ve never tasted anything like it. It’s almost as sweet as you, Treasure.”

There was that signature blush heating up her cheeks again. He knew just what to say to make it appear. They continued eating their pie in silence. Though they didn’t speak, she could feel his eyes on her. It seemed every time she looked up, she caught sight of his tongue as he licked pie from his lips.

It was a sexy sight to behold. Add to that the naughty look in his eyes, and Sin was damn near ready to orgasm. Orgasm by pie. That would be a first. Perhaps it was the fact that she hadn’t seen him for hours that had her feeling this way. They were still in their honeymoon phase.

She still wanted him every time she looked at him. Did that make her a nymphomaniac? He ate another piece of pie then groaned. Her hand shook slightly as she forked a bite of pie into her mouth. Did he have to make those sounds while he ate? She was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose.

He knew what those sounds were doing to her because his dragon senses could smell her arousal, something she’d learned early on in their relationship. He was just trying to get her riled up. Well, two could play that game. She ate her last bite of pie then closed her eyes and moaned.

She didn’t stop there. No, she took it a step further. Eyes still closed, she continued moaning as she licked her fork clean. Not one drop of the sweet delicacy was left on the fork as she curled her tongue around the utensil seductively. She kept going until she heard a low growl rumble through Kaede’s chest.

Pausing, she opened her eyes and looked over at her mate. The expression on his face said it all. He’d had enough. He was ready to replace the fork. Play with the fire witch and you will get burned. And her mate looked like he was burning with desire. Since she’d started the fire, it was only fair that she be the one who put it out.

“Too much?” Sin asked, using her fake shy girl voice. “I’m only paying you back for…”

“Take your panties off.”

“Kaede…”

“Now.” He grabbed the plate and fork and set them on the bedside table. “I said, now, mate.”

“Yes, sir.” Smiling, she did as she was told. After tossing her panties onto the floor, she whispered, “Now what?”

“Hands on the headboard.”

Headboard? “But it’s broken.”

“Hands on the headboard, mate.”

Alrighty then. Going to her hands and knees, Sin faced away from Kaede then placed her hands on the headboard, one on either side of the crack he caused it to have on their first night together.

She looked back to ask, “Now what?”

“Spread your legs.”

She spread her legs. Back arched, she whispered, “Now wh…”

Before she could finish her sentence, her mate laid down on the bed between her legs. Flat on his back. Oh, so he wanted her to ride his face. She was down with that.

“No matter what, don’t release the headboard.”

“Yes, sir.” That was the last word she uttered for a while.

Her mate did his thing, licking her into oblivion. She was the more experienced one, yet he was the one who could make her forget how to speak with one swipe of his tongue. A statue should be erected for her mate’s tongue. It should be listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the best tongue in the world, in all the worlds.

Gripping the headboard, she rolled her hips as his tongue slipped between her folds. If her body jerked any harder, she’d break a hip. It was a risk she was willing to take. She bit her lip to keep from shattering the new windows. She held on for as long as she could. She really did. Her definition of long was only about seven minutes.

The scream she’d tried to hold in was torn from her. She cried out as her orgasm took her over. The cry was cut short when her mate moved from under her and snatched her up by her waist. He pulled her back, forcing her hands onto the bed. On her hands and knees, she shivered, still caught up in her orgasm.

He shoved into her. She cried out. Any chick would. Having a dick enter your pussy when you’re already caught up in an orgasm was a sensory overload. Having that dick pound you mercilessly was something else, something extraordinary. Her body was already caught in the grips of an orgasms.

Him thrusting inside of her only increased the power of that orgasm. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire. She was pretty sure she saw smoke coming from her. Wait, that was coming from above her. She looked up and saw that Kaede was now gripping the headboard.

But something was different. His arms were bigger. The veins were more prominent. His broad chest had expanded. And inside of her, his cock was growing thicker. She stared up into his face. Smoke was billowing from his nose. He really appeared as if he was about to… Shit! Not now!

“Kaede, are you… are you shifting? While you’re inside of me?”

This was not what she’d signed up for.