Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

E ron set the phone back in the cradle, and turned to find Jenna standing in the tiny kitchenette. She'd filled a glass full of water from the tap while he'd called down to the front desk, and he watched as she carefully set the glass on the counter. There was nothing wrong with drinking from the tap, but the more he watched her, the more he understood that every time she pulled back, it had something to do with expense.

It was subtle, but he'd noticed it first in the elevator, and it had only grown once they entered his room. First with his shirt, and now with the water. There was an honor bar filled with bottles of water a few feet away, but his mate had decided to go for the tap. If she did it because that was always her personal choice, then fine, but he didn't think that was the reason.

Something had hurt her in the past, and he needed to tread carefully while she got acclimated to his life, because he had a feeling she was going to have a harder time finding out that he lived in a castle—and had a Royal title—than dealing with the fact that he was a dragon shifter.

Unfortunately, he couldn't fix any old wounds overnight, but he could worship her body and make her feel so good she never questioned whether or not he wanted her. It wasn't an ideal start to their relationship, but he definitely wasn't complaining.

"Come," he said, holding out his hand. She started walking toward him without any hesitation, and his dragon roared beneath the surface. Even if she didn't understand why, she knew he could be trusted, and that knowledge filled him with pride.

She crossed the room, and easily slid her hand in his.

"Where are we going?"

"To the bedroom," he said, pulling her behind him. "They said it would be fifteen minutes, and I was wondering... How many times do you think I can make you come before they get here?"

"W... What?"

He wasn't walking fast, but he felt the moment her feet faltered. Luckily, it was only for a second, and he smiled as she took a few extra steps to catch up.

He pulled her to the side of the bed, and then turned to face her, grasping her hips at the same time he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss he placed there was chaste, just a quick brushing of their lips, but he loved the way her hands immediately grabbed onto his shoulders. He brushed his lips against hers again, and then started a light trail down her neck.

She tilted her head, granting him better access, and when he landed on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, he grabbed the soft skin lightly in his teeth.

"So, what do you think, sweetheart?" He asked, licking the slightly red mark with his tongue. "The clock is already ticking. Can I make you come once before the condoms arrive?"

"Yes," she said the word on a whisper, and dug her fingers into his shoulders.

He grabbed the hem of her pretty top, and started pushing the material up her chest.

"What about two times? Can I make you come twice before they get here?"

"I don't know," she said, raising her arms up so he could take the top completely off. "Maybe?"

"Hmmm," he said, tossing the shirt in the direction of an armchair in the corner.

He'd been rock hard since their kiss in the other room, but when he looked down and saw her gorgeous breasts encased in an electric blue lace bra that matched her eyes, his dick swelled even more.

"I like this," he said, tracing her soft skin just above the lacy fabric. "And that sounds like a challenge."

He fell to his knees in front of her, and unfastened her jeans. The open garment exposed matching lacy panties, and he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her soft tummy just below her belly button. The scent of her arousal caused a low growl to escape from his lips, and another blast of need filled the air.

He carefully removed her shoes, and then pulled down her jeans and panties, revealing her bare mound. He placed another kiss on the soft skin, and then motioned for her to sit on the edge of the bed so he could completely remove her clothes. She obeyed him easily, and after throwing her pants and panties in the same direction of her shirt, he spread her legs open and his dick started to throb.

Holy fuck!

Her pretty pink lips were glistening with her essence, and he wanted to lick up every drop.

"Lay back, sweetheart."

Once again, she obeyed him easily, and he looped her knees over his shoulders and leaned forward, licking her cunt in one long swipe. Jenna's hands landed on his head, and her fingers treaded through his hair, tightening on the strands like they were a lifeline.

He licked her cunt again, and she raised her hips, trying to grind her pussy against his face. She could do that later, but not this time. This time he was going to make her come without any help, and he only had a few minutes left.

He placed one arm across her abdomen to keep her in place, and slid two fingers into her soaking wet channel. She cried out as more of her essence gushed out of her core, and he enjoyed watching her pussy slowly swallow his fingers. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to make her come in the timeframe that he had, so he leaned forward and licked her clit.

Jenna cried out, and her pussy throbbed around his digits at the same time her fingers tightened around his locks. He had the odd thoughtthat going bald wouldn't be so bad if it was because his mate pulled out all of his hair while his face was buried in her pussy, and he moved his fingers faster.

She wasn't quiet, and the noises coming out of her mouth nearly pushed him over the edge. The only reason he wasn't coming yet was because he knew they would be interrupted soon, and he didn't want to start something he couldn't finish. Because the only place he planned on coming was buried deep inside his mate's pussy.

Suddenly, he felt her channel clamp down on his fingers, and he leaned forward and sucked her clit into his mouth.

And that was all it took to make his mate fly.

She screamed his name andopened her legs wider as she thrashed on the bed, trying to dislodgehis arm so she could push his head deeper into her cunt. He removed his fingers from her pussy, and held her legs open wide as he slid his tongue deep inside her channel and gave her exactly what she wanted.

She tasted like cinnamon and sugar, and he greedily sucked down all of her juices. When her orgasm started to fade, he slowed his strokes and gently licked her plump, soft, pink lips until he'd lapped up every drop of heressence.

"You taste fucking amazing, sweetheart. Like cinnamon and sugar mixed together, and I will never get enough."

She laughed and pushed herself up onto her elbows at the same time he stood. She looked like a goddess laying there in nothing but her bra and earrings. At some point she'd taken the clip out of her hair, and he loved the way the sun-kissed, wavy locks fell around her face. She was beautiful, but this was the first time he'd seen her completely unguarded, and he loved that he got to see her like this after everything that had happened earlier.

He leaned forward to kiss her, and there was a loud knock at the door.

"They're early," he growled, stomping toward the bathroom.

He wiped a damp wash cloth over his face, and then made his way to the door. He didn't care that the attendant knew what they were doing, but Jenna's essence was all over his chin, and that was for him alone.

When he opened the door, an older man, probably in his eighties, handed him a brown paper bag and inquired if he needed anything else. After assuring the man they had everything they needed, he walked away without looking back, and Eron closed the door and laughed as he checked the bag.

The extra-large condoms were the exact brand he'd ordered, and he was about to rip open the box when he heard Jenna behind him.

"What's so funny? Are they the wrong size?"

He turned to see her leaning against the door-jamb between the living space and the bedroom, and his eyes zeroed in on her breasts. Her very bare, very soft and round breasts. Her nipples were large, and he wanted to scrape his teeth against the soft peaks while she rode him hard.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he said, pulling the box out of the bag and tearing into it. "The man who delivered these was about eighty years old. He was very professional, but it struck me as funny that they would send an old man to deliver condoms."

"Probably makes people feel less intimidated."

"Probably," he agreed. "And also, I don't care. All I care about is making you come again."

"Good," she laughed, "because I want that, too."

Then she turned on her heel and ran.

J enna jumped on the bed, and laughed when Eron walked in the room like he didn't have a care in the world. He'd taken off his shirt somewhere between the door and the entrance to the bedroom, and her mouth literally started watering at seeing all of his muscles on full display.

His belt was already undone, and when he reached the side of the bed, he unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers down in one movement.

When he stood back up, she stared at his cock, and her legs opened as if they had a mind of their own. She'd never been with someone so large, and she desperately wanted to know what it felt like to be filled by him. The way he'd licked her pussy proved he knew what the hell he was doing, and while she didn't like thinking about him with other women, her body was thankful.

She'd had good lovers in the past, but no one had ever made her feel like Eron did, and they hadn't even had sex yet. The way he loved on her made her feel bold—powerful—and when he left to get the door, she gathered up her clothes, piled them in the armchair he'd missed while throwing them in that direction, and then added her bra to the pile.

She'd also turned back the covers on the bed, exposing the luxurious cotton sheets, and then decided to meet him halfway. She might not be gorgeous enough to hang on someone's arm in public, but lots of men liked curvy girls, and she'd never been shy when she decided to have sex with someone. Hell, she and her ex used to spend all weekend naked and the man loved making her come while kissing every inch of her body.

He wasn't as talented as Eron, but she knew she was desirable in the bedroom.

Out in public, however, was a completely different story, and she couldn't bear to see someone else on Eron's arm. It was one of the reasons she'd been ready to leave earlier. What she felt for him was different than any other man, and knowing that he would dump her later, or keep her hidden from his family and friends, hurt way more than it should.She hadn't even known him for a full twenty-four hours, and yet, she still felt connected to him.

It was stupid, and shouldn't be possible, and that'sthe reason she'd decided to stay. She didn't want to give up her chance to feel this man on top of her, and, because her blind date had blatantlyleft after seeing her, she'd been extra sensitive to his attention. That's all it was. It was just sex. When she left in the morning, she would never look back—never give him a chance to dump her—and everything would go back to normal.

But morning was still several hours away, and until then, she was going to have some fun.

"Are you wet for me again, sweetheart?"

He was rolling a condom down his cock, and her pussy started throbbing.

"I'm soaking," she said, grabbing her breasts.

Her nipples were hard, and her body seemed to tingle all over. She rubbed her hips on the mattress, and started to close her legs. She needed something to ease the ache there and Eron was taking too long.

"No." He climbed on the bed, and pushed her knees open, and then he lowered his head to one of her nipples at the same time he slid one thick finger into her core. His finger slid inside easily, and he added another as he closed his mouth around one of her nipples. His tongue swirled around the hard peak, and liquid heat gushed out of her core.

"Good girl," he said, removing his fingers. "I promise I will love on these pretty nipples later, but I need to fuck you now."

"Yes," she breathed the word. "Please, Eron."

He steadied the weight of his body on his forearms, and pushed his cock into her slowly. She opened her legs wider, to take everything he gave, and soon, he was buried so deep she had no idea where he ended and she began. She felt full, but also different somehow—loved—and when Eron leaned forward to kiss her, she felt another urge to cry.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She never cried during sex. She didn't even know that was a real thing except for in movies, and she felt like a complete idiot. There was no way she was going to let him see how much he affected her, so when he tenderly brushed his lips against hers, she kissed him back hard and wiggled her hips.

His answering growl let her know that her distractions had worked, and he started to move.

His movements were slow at first, as if giving her time to get accustomed to his size, but when she grabbed the skin covering his collarbone in her teeth, he started pounding into her hard and fast.

Every stroke of his dick brushed against the soft walls of her pussy, pushing her higher and higher, until she fell into the abyss. She screamed his name as he continued to move in and out, sending aftershock after aftershock to every nerve ending. Another orgasm started to build, and though she didn't think it was possible, she was soon coming again.

Eron pushed his cock into her two more times and then he stiffened and roared his release. The booming noise didn't sound completely human, but it was somehow filled with power, and though she was exhausted, her pussy started to tingle again.

Eron laughed as his movements slowed, and she wrapped her legs around him to hold in place.

"That was amazing," she said.

"That was beyond amazing," he agreed, placing kisses on her lips, cheek and neck. "I've never felt anything like that in my life."

"Me neither."

She knew he probably wasn't telling the truth, but she was, and she desperately wanted to believe him. She tightened her arms around him, and decided that for tonight, she would pretend whatever this was between them was real.

"Let me take care of the condom," he said, and then I'll be back. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat that dessert? Or I can order room service?"

"I'm okay for now," she laughed.

For now, she just wanted to lay in his arms and memorize what it felt like to be held by him.

A few minutes later, he returned to the bed and opened her legs. She thought he was going to try and make her come again, but the feel of the warm washcloth gently brushing against her pussy brought back the urge to cry. Luckily, the feeling passed by the time he returned to the bed, and when he pulled her close, she buried her face against him and closed her eyes.

J enna woke slowly, and blinked as she registered the soft light filling the room. The curtains were pulled, but there was a crack on one end, letting in the outside world, and she knew it was time for her to go.

She eased away from Eron slowly, and when his arm tightened around her, she whispered the word "bathroom" next to his ear. That seemed to satisfy his sleep filled state, and she crawled off the bed slowly, and quietly got dressed.

Her body ached in all the right places, and images of their night together came rushing back.

Eron had woke her two more times, once with his head between her legs, and once while entering her from behind. He'd raised her thigh so that he could slide into her cunt, and then he'd made love to her slowly while she was still half asleep. That joining had been the sexiest thing she'd ever experienced in her life, and when she glanced back at the bed, she wondered if leaving was actually the right thing to do.

And then she thought about her ex, and the blind date from earlier, and all the stares as they left the restaurant. Eron wouldn't want her by his side forever—no man of his wealth and status would—and unlike when her ex dumped her, her heart would break when Eron finally said goodbye.

Of course, the pain in her chest made it feel like the organ was already crumbling, but she knew the feeling would pass as soon as she put some distance between herself and the gorgeous man on the bed.

If she left now, there would be pain, but it wouldn't last forever. She would never forget him—that just wasn't possible—but she could eventually move on. If she stayed and he let her go, she wasn't sure she would ever recover. Unlike with her ex, the pain and humiliation of being cast aside for someone better would hurt too much.

She shook her head, grabbed her shoes, and crept out of the room. She had to pee, but she wasn't going to risk making any more noise than necessary, so she slid her feet into her flats, grabbed her purse, and hurried out the door. She pulled the heavy wood behind her quietly, and then quickly made her way to the elevators.

She stopped on a random floor to use the restroom, and then rode the elevator all the way down to the parking structure, and went in search of her car.

She didn't want Eron to follow her—she didn't—but that didn't stop her from looking over her shoulder every few seconds. The disappointment at finding no one there made no sense, and by the time she reached her car, she knew he wasn't coming after her.

Which was exactly what she wanted.

So she had no idea why it hurt so much to leave the hotel without any way to contact him.