7. Margo

Margo showered, got dressed in the nightgown shed bought earlier that day, and climbed into bed, all while Frankie was watching over her from the living room through her bedrooms open door.

Are you going to stay out there all night? Margo asked.

No, Im going to bed, but I will leave our bedroom door open so I can hear you.

There is really no need. Im feeling fine.

Except for the throbbing in her center and the disquiet in her chest, but neither had anything to do with the drug and everything to do with Negal and the fire hed ignited in her with that kiss that had been more than a kiss.

I know, Frankie said. But I promised Negal. She peeked into the bedroom. Good night, Margo.

Good night. Can you close the door just a little bit? I feel exposed with it wide open.

Sure thing. Frankie closed it almost all the way, and a moment later, the lights in the living room went off.

Margo let out a breath.

Solitude at last.

If she had one of her books with her, she couldve scratched that itch, just to make sure that everything still worked. It had been a while since shed pleasured herself, and as the saying went, you had to use it or lose it, and Margo wanted to make sure that she hadnt lost it.

The good news was that it had taken very little for Negal to ignite the fire within her, which was unusual for her, but getting from there to a climax was a different story. She had trouble achieving that even when self-pleasuring, and never with a man.

With a sigh, Margo closed her eyes and tried to remember one of the hotter stories shed read recently, but it wasnt the same as reading. She liked the slow buildup of a good story, but she lacked the imagination to create it in her head.

What if she fantasized about Negal, though? She could start with the kiss they had shared outside the door, but in her fantasy, she wouldnt freeze up, Frankie and Dagor wouldnt be in the cabin, and things would progress as they should have. Maybe she could even give it a Perfect Match twist and make Negal a dragon shifter.

Nibbling on her lower lip, Margo pulled up her nightgown under the blanket and feathered her fingers over the gusset of her panties. The movement was so minimal that there was no way Frankie and Dagor could hear her all the way in their room, even with their supernatural hearing, and if her arousal intensified, the scent would hopefully stay trapped under the blanket.

Perhaps she could also add a little magic to her fantasy.

Instead of stiffening when Negals fingers grazed her panties, she would moan and grind herself against him. He would magically get the door open and, with a partial shift, get his wings up and fly them both to the bed.

Naturally, he would also remove their clothing with his magic while flying them so they would both be naked when they reached the bed.

Margo chuckled.

It was such an absurd fantasy that it was amusing instead of arousing. Hopefully, Frankie and Dagor hadnt heard her chuckle, but if they did, they wouldnt know what had caused it.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to concentrate.

Negal opens the door and strides into my bedroom. Hes cradling me to him as if Im precious to him, and Im a little scared, but I dont stop him because I want him so much.

I burn for him.

He gently lays me on the bed and then takes a step back to look at me.

Do you want me? he asks.

More than anything, I admit as I scoot back and lie against a stack of pillows. I want to see you. All of you.

Margo chuckled again. Shed never said those words to a man, but shed read them so many times in romance novels that they almost didnt sound ridiculous to her.

With a cocky smile, he takes off his tux jacket and then starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly, teasingly, one button at a time. Forget about being undressed by magic, this was going to be a lot more fun. I watch him with hooded eyes, but I dont make a move.

He shrugs the shirt off and toes off his shoes, but he leaves the pants on as he prowls toward me. Your turn, love.

Would he call her his love? Or would he have some other term of endearment for her?

Beautiful? Gorgeous? Sweet?

Maybe they had some other terms of endearment where he came from, and he would say a sexy-sounding foreign word that she wouldnt understand the meaning of.

As he carefully removes my dress, I help him so it wont tear, and as Im left with only the sexy bra and panties set thats also brand new, he sucks in a breath.

I wanted to see these things on you from the moment the saleslady brought them to the changing room.

And I wanted you to see me in them from that same moment. Thats why I got them.

Margo had gotten them because shed needed underthings, and in reality, Negal probably wouldnt even remember that shed bought several sexy sets. All he would care about would be how fast he could take them off her. In her fantasy, though, he would appreciate the lingerie.

He trails his fingers up my calf, my thighs, and as they brush against the lacy trim of my panties, I suck in a breath, but I dont freeze.

Negal looks into my eyes for a long moment and then dips his head, and I suck in another breath as I guess what hes going to do next.

Margo was never a fan of oral pleasuring, not on the receiving end and not on the giving end. It was just too intimate, too personal, and shed never felt comfortable enough to do that, even with boyfriends shed been having sex with for a while. But this was a fantasy, and she could be as wild as she pleased, and surprisingly, the prospect of such intimacy with Negal didnt turn her off.

As he presses a soft kiss to my moist folds through the lacy fabric of my panties, I moan and thread my fingers through his hair to encourage him to keep going.

A hungry look taking over his eyes, he hooks his fingers in the elastic of my panties and slides them down my legs.

At that point, Negals eyes would no doubt be glowing, and his fangs would elongate, but Margo was okay with leaving those parts out of her fantasy for now.

My bra is next, and then his mouth is on my breast. I hiss at the wet heat of his mouth, the rolling of his tongue. He repeats the same with the other breast, and Im on fire.

Margo pressed her fingers to the needy bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, but she still did it over her panties, not ready for full contact. With her other hand, she cupped her breast over her nightgown and pressed her lips tightly shut to prevent a moan from escaping.

Negal lets go of my nipples and looks at me with hunger in his glowing eyes. I need to taste you. Will you allow it?

Yes, I whisper.

And then his mouth is on me, with his lips and tongue setting me on fire. Im not climbing. Im shooting up like a rocket.

Margos hand snaked into her panties, and as she dipped her fingers to coat them in her wetness, she had to turn her head into the pillow to muffle the groan that was forcing its way out of her throat.

Negal devours me with his mouth, sucking and licking, and I spread my thighs even wider like some wanton woman from a romance story to allow him better access. My fingers claw into his hair, and I shamelessly grind myself against his mouth.

Negal, I whisper as he flicks his tongue over the most sensitive part of me, and then I shatter into a million pieces, with his name still on my lips.

But hes not done with me. Slipping a finger into my wet heat and then another, he stretches me wider to prepare me for his erection, and the anticipation tightens the coil that sprang loose only a moment ago.

Hes in no rush, though. He hooks his long fingers and touches a spot Ive only read about but never found before, and the coil releases again with an intense wave of pleasure washing over me.

Im so ready for him to take me.

With a satisfied smile on his glistening lips, he rears on his knees and pushes his pants down.

I gasp.

I imagined him being generously endowed, and he is mouthwateringly so, and for the first time in my life, I want to pleasure a male with my mouth.

I want to taste you. I reach for him…

Margo? Are you alright?

With a start, Margo turned her head and opened her eyes to see Frankie standing in her doorway with a worried expression on her face.

The worry in her friends eyes was a relief. It meant that she hadnt smelled the arousal that was trapped under the blanket. She must have heard Margo moaning or groaning and had come to check up on her.

Im fine. It was just a dream.

Frankie made a sad face. A nightmare?

Margo hoped it was dark enough to hide her blush, even from Frankies new and enhanced vision.

No. Just a very vivid dream.

Okay then. Frankie released a breath. Im going back to bed. Try to get some sleep.

Good night, Frankie. And thanks for checking up on me.