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“Where do you want to live when this is all over? The Forest?”
“I think I would like to go back to the Academy for a few years. There’s a lot I still want to learn before we start our life together somewhere. Then we can decide.” As she said that, she was sure that’s what she wanted. It felt right and her magic seemed to agree, settling quietly in her center.
“That’s what we’ll do then, little love,” Desmond said.
“Little love?” She looked over her shoulder at him. She had expected another ridiculous nickname as was his habit to make her smile. The little love had her catching her breath.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I like that one. That’s what you are to me. No matter what answers we find. What do you think?”
Claire’s heart felt like it melted as she stared into his blue eyes. “I like it. A lot.”
Desmond grinned down at her. In a smooth motion, he rolled her onto her back gently and flipped on top of her. She matched his playful grin. “Now that the heavy stuff is out of the way, whatever shall we do with our time?”
She arched an eyebrow and pretended to think. “Hmmm, I don’t know. Where are the others?”
“Malcolm and Everett left to get food and I might have whispered to their mothers last night that their darling boys missed them and wanted some time with them this morning. Puck was lured away with the promise of chicken.”
Claire let out a giggle. “They’re going to kill you.”
“Luckily, I have a powerful Queen of the Elves to protect me,” Desmond said, lowering his head so his lips hovered over hers, brushing but not touching. “Now, any ideas?”
Oh, Claire had a lot of ideas. Alone time with her mates was growing more precious. She wasn’t going to waste the gift she had been given this morning. Even if her mischievous wizard arranged it. In a move she learned in training, she flipped them both so she straddled his waist. His shocked laugh turned into a groan as she ground their centers together.
“Fuck, little love.”
Claire smiled wickedly at him. He had gone to bed without a shirt on so she leaned down to suck a bronzed nipple into her mouth. Desmond groaned, his hands scrambling to push up her shirt and Claire released his nipple with a swirl of her tongue to sit up straight and yank her shirt over her head. Now it was her turn to groan as Desmond sat up on the bed as she had her shirt halfway off and sucked her nipple into his mouth. A flash of heat hit her core as he suckled and she squirmed above him.
She struggled the rest of her shirt off as Desmond lashed her nipple with his tongue, rolling the sensitive bud in his mouth. She slid her hands into his hair, letting the black silky strands glide through her fingers as she ground down on them chasing that delicious heat that was flooding her core. Unfortunately, they were both still wearing pants.
Her hands dropped to his chest, tracing the lean ridges of muscle until she reached the drawstring of his pants. She tugged on it, her movements distracted as Desmond moved to her other nipple. He nipped it gently as her hands slipped into his pants. Desmond let out a groan as her hands wrapped around him and Claire hid a grin. She felt powerful.
She gripped it softly with one hand and let the other one stroke up and down exploring the sensitive skin and then swiping her thumb over the head. Desmond’s hand left her hip to snake around her wrist but he didn’t push her away. It seemed he liked her torturing him almost as much as she liked doing it. She took advantage of his distraction and wiggled down, tugging his pants over his hips as she did so. She kneeled between his legs and he shifted to accommodate her.
“You trying to kill me, little love?” Desmond said, gathering up the strands of her hair that had fallen in her face.
“No?” Claire said with a giggle, lifting her eyes to his playfully before dropping them to her hands still circled around his shaft. She swiped her thumb across the head again and watched fascinated as a bead of clear liquid formed on the tip. Acting on impulse, she lowered her head and licked it. Desmond groaned, a deep throaty sound that had Claire shifting on her knees and licking it again. His grip tightened in her hair and he used both hands to gather up her hair now, giving him a clear view. She licked up the side of his shaft, enjoying the noises she tore from his throat. It was like he grew harder in her hand, like hot, velvet steel. She suckled the tip in her mouth again, mimicking the actions that Desmond had done with his tongue on her nipple.
Apparently, Desmond reached his limit. He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her off of him and rolling her underneath in a movement so fast it had Claire’s head spinning as she let out a startled yelp. She squealed for a completely different reason in a few seconds as Desmond yanked off her pants and buried his face in her core. His tongue was hungry and desperate as he buried it between her folds and sucked at the sensitive skin.
His fingers slid up her inner thighs and he slid one of them into her as his tongue focused on that ultra-sensitive button. The sensation was almost too much to bear and she tried to squirm away. He didn’t let her and she clenched her thighs around him, a series of whimpers and moans fell from her mouth as she hurtled towards that edge of bliss. Desmond was unrelenting and slid a second finger into her as she fell over the edge, body spasming underneath of him as he stroked her through her orgasm.
“How are you doing, little love?” he asked, lifting his head. His lips glistened with her release and Claire blushed.
“Good,” she murmured, ignoring her heated cheeks. She wanted Desmond. “I want more. I want you.”
Desmond groaned like he did when she licked down his cock and he rose to kiss her. Claire tasted herself on his lips, and it was strangely erotic. She felt the blunt head of his shaft press at her center and she widened her legs for his hips. He reached between them and rolled her clit in between his fingers as he sank into her in one push.
Claire let out a gasp as it felt like the air was pushed from her lungs. He wasn’t as big as Malcolm was but he was longer and it felt like Claire could feel him in her throat. Just as smoothly as he had sank into her, he pulled out and pushed back in. Claire let out a groan as he pressed his thumb to her clit and started up a rhythm. She was already sensitive from her first orgasm and each time his cock thrust deep inside her, she got closer and closer to the edge. His thumb on her clit didn’t help and when he pinched it between his fingers adding that bite of pain, she fell over the edge into an intense orgasm that had her shaking and clenching down on his cock inside of her.
That seemed to be Desmond’s undoing as he thrust two more times and then stilled deep inside her as heat flooded her insides. He rested his forehead on her shoulder and Claire turned her head to the side to kiss his hair. The afterglow of the orgasm had her feeling lazy and sated, like on a hot, muggy summer afternoon. Desmond didn’t seem in any hurry to move so Claire soaked it all in.
She could feel the bond between them thrumming and if she tapped into it, she could feel Desmond’s satisfaction and pleasure. He must have felt her exploring as he pushed a wave of love and warmth down the bond that had her clenching around him causing them both to groan. He pulled out of her reluctantly and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Don’t move,” he mumbled as he pushed off the bed and ducked into a door that Claire hadn’t noticed yet. He appeared a few moments later, a wet cloth in his hand. Even though they had just been intimate, Claire still blushed as he cleaned her up and then ran the cloth over himself once before tossing it to the side and cuddling her close.
She was on the verge of falling asleep when her bond with Malcolm tugged. He was calling her. Probably to save him from his mother. Desmond laughed when she told him what she felt.
“He’s a big bad dragon,” Desmond said, nuzzling closer to her and splaying his hand on her belly.
