Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Ember

V eryn feeds me the entire meal by hand. It’s a shifter thing, and I find it a lot more romantic than I ever thought I would. My face heats up as he grabs a napkin, dabbing at my lips.

“Trust me, it was tempting to lick them clean for you.” He chuckles a low, throaty sound that makes my entire body buzz.

My wolf is responsible for the fact we’re giving him puppy dog eyes. Even if it’s me, I’d still staunchly claim that it’s all on her.

I’m not a heart-eyes kind of person.

Okay, not usually.

Something about the way Veryn’s pointy canines dig into his lower lip seems to make my brain a little melty.

Maybe I dive for him, but he meets me in the middle, and that’s all that counts. His hand tightens on my lower back as his other moves to cradle my skull. He runs his fingers through my hair and mine dig into his T-shirt.

Nothing in the world smells as good to me as Veryn does. It’s a big part of the reason I’ve always accepted that he’s my mate.

Heat pulses through my entire system, making me feel achy and sore. I find myself grinding over his lap as I bite back a groan.

“We should go,” he says against my lips, and my insides light up. “I need to get you home.”

My hand moves across his chest until I find his nipple, giving it a painful pinch. “Don’t even play with me right now. I will hurt you.”

My eyes pop open to see him staring directly at me, and I pinch a little harder, for good measure. His dick jumps under my bottom.

“That’s supposed to hurt,” I clarify.

“It does. Just not half as bad as the aching need to bite you and claim you as mine.”

I swallow thickly while my heart thumps erratically. He’s clearly done playing around, and I’m strangely here for it.

I’m not short or dainty, but Veryn is so big, he manages to make me feel tiny. I move to climb into his truck, but he tugs my hair away from my neck, tucking it over my other shoulder.

“Here, let me help you up.” His hot breath fans over my throat, and his hands land on my hips as he lifts me, making sure his cock grinds against my ass before moving a hand to cover my head.

It makes my heart pound so rapidly it’s ridiculous.

I’ve nearly taken the top of my head off getting down into my own SUV. His truck has much more room, and it’s still a wildly thoughtful action.

“Meet in the middle?” he suggests, licking his lower lip. There’s something about the way his bright blue eyes glisten with his eyebrows slightly raised that makes my thighs clench. He chuckles, shutting the door before I can do something ridiculous, like pounce on him in the middle of the parking lot.

The vehicle will provide cover, my wolf adds helpfully.

Veryn climbs into the truck, and the entire vehicle jostles with his weight. Dragons are even sturdier than wolves. He took off his jacket on the trip around the vehicle, and he tosses it into the back seat before focusing back on me.

“You all right over there?” he asks with a sexy little lilt to his tone. It’s playful, and I missed it so much in the years we were apart and then feuding.

“Yep, all good. Totally fine.” I nod dramatically, and my face burns hotter—if that’s even possible.

Veryn starts the truck, stretches out using the leg room, and tugs his jeans down at the knee.

The veins on the backs of his hands stick out. It’s such a random thing to be attracted to, but here we are. My entire body shivers, and the scent of my arousal floods the confined space.

Ahh, shit.

Shifters have extremely sensitive noses. Not to mention their excellent eyesight. My nipples poke through the thin fabric of the tight black dress, and there’s no way he won’t spot them if he looks at my chest.

He stretches an arm over to the back of my seat and glances behind him as he prepares to reverse out of the parking spot.

Tugging up the middle console, I grimace as change falls all over Veryn’s back seat.

He releases the gearshift without moving the vehicle, and his hand lands on my hip, like he’s going to pull me closer to his side. Only, I’m already in the process of crawling into his lap. It’s awkward, and not as sexy as the movies make it seem, but I keep super focused on where my ass is, so I don’t honk the horn.

Luckily, he’s a fucking giant, meaning the seat has to be back pretty far, and I fit. My knee bumps the door, but I ignore whatever digs into my shin and focus on planting my mouth on his.

A low, dangerous growl echoes out of his chest, and he swirls his tongue around mine. His forearm lands in the indent just above my hip and his hand flattens on my back. The safe, confined feeling seems to heighten every sensation.

He moves a hand into my hair at the base of my skull and tugs me back. I whimper, trying to dive for his mouth once more, but he shakes his head.

“We can’t get carried away here.” He rests his forehead against mine while I struggle to catch my breath. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you when we get to my place.”

My abdomen aches with cramps that I can’t explain, but I don’t mention them as Veryn helps me move into the middle seat.

Instead, I snuggle close to his T-shirt, breathing in his citrusy scent. Something weird is going on with my system, but my head is so foggy, all I can focus on is thoughts of what happens when we get to his house.

My hand brushes up and down the denim of Veryn’s jeans as he drives. He picks awesome and super soft shirts. Or, at least, the one he currently has on is. My face rolls around it, trying to figure out where his scent is strongest.

“You’re fucking killing me here,” Veryn growls.

He’s got his right arm around my shoulder, and with how far I’m turned into him, it gives him easy access to palm my ass.

Freakishly long arms for the win.

He drives with his left hand on the wheel and that forearm flexes, showing off his clenched muscles.

“You know you’re about three inches from my dick, right?” His tone is pained, and it gives me the courage to slide my hand a little higher.

The bulge is unmistakable, and based on his scent in the air, I’m sure his dick is leaking pre-cum. I bite my lip and work my fingers over his length on top of his jeans.

“Are you trying to kill us both?” He grunts as his cock jolts under my touch.

“We’re immortal,” I remind him, twisting a little until I can work on his belt. “But you should still focus because this would be really hard to explain to the town council.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Anti-aging immortality is not the same as undying.”

A slow smile crosses my face as I get his belt apart. Pulling up the bottom of his shirt, I run a hand down his abs while the other works the button on his jeans. Once that’s handled, I slide my hand down the front of his jeans and take care of the zipper.

“Push up if you can.” I move to tug his jeans down a little.

He complies, and I lick my lips.

His thick cock lies against his lower stomach. The tip is sticky, and my mouth waters as my forearms dig into his thigh. Okay, so, vehicle sexy times might be sexier as an idea than in real life, but I’m going for it.

My hand wraps around his shaft as I stretch to lick the dribble of pre-cum from just below his abs. Seriously, it’s unnatural how many he has. I work out regularly to stay in shape for my job, but my alpha genetics don’t seem to give me visible muscles like his do.

My eyes fall shut as his salty, citrusy taste hits my tongue.

“Fuck, that tickles and feels really good, all at the same time,” he says on a groan as my tongue flicks over his abdomen.

I grin.

If he thinks that feels good, I know what will feel even better.

I squeeze his shaft, pulling his crown to my lips. I wish I could see his face, but in this position, it’s just not possible.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but seriously, I think you should wait the three minutes until we pull into my garage.” He growls as my tongue circles his mushroom head.

This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while, but he barely ever lets me get a lick in before he pulls me off.

“Or not,” he grunts. “Goddamn, woman. You’re seriously bad for my self-control.” He palms my ass, flipping up the back of my dress. It’s a good thing he has tinted windows. “I wish I had another hand. There are so many places I want to be all at once.”

His skin is so soft, but he’s so hard in my grip. Not to mention, his dick is girthy. It’s not like I have any experience to compare him to, but my mouth feels stretched to capacity as I work farther down.

His hand turns to his claws, and the string of my thong falls to pieces. I almost roll my eyes as his hand moves between me and the seat to do the other side.

Wrapping my hand around his knot, I let my mouth get really juicy with spit. He seems to like the way it slides down his length.

I’m confident his dick is more than I can fit in my mouth, so I use the other hand to tease the leftover cock that has no hope of fitting.

I’m seriously impressed my vagina manages him, and holy shit, it feels incredible every single time. Even the first time we hooked up, he took so long teasing and tantalizing me that there was only some minor discomfort.

“Yeah, we’re probably going to die, but at least I’ll have a smile on my face,” he mutters as his cock jolts, dribbling pre-cum on my tongue.

I smile around his length, and the backs of his fingers brush down my sex. He really is talented at multitasking. If I was driving, I would have pulled over by now.

I double down my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and savoring every grunt and groan he releases. His knot swells under my hold, and his hand digs into my ass almost painfully.

My arousal mixes in the air with his, and my nose is obsessed with the smell. I jostle around through several turns of the vehicle, doing my best to keep my teeth away from his cock.

“Back off for like thirty seconds,” Veryn growls. “Seriously, be a good girl and listen for once.”

I snort but lessen the amount of suction. My tongue rolls around the side of his shaft, and I switch to licking stripes up and down.

The truck comes to an abrupt stop, and a second later, he slams it into park. He stretches up to click the garage door closed, and it’s clear I missed when he opened it.

His hand lands in my hair at the base of my skull. “You’re so much fucking trouble. You wanted my cum sliding down your throat, so you better get ready for it.”

My core clenches around nothing. I’m already embarrassingly slick from just sucking his cock and the few tender touches he gave while driving.

He takes over guiding my head, and he’s no longer gentle. Not that I mind, but my weight falls to my forearms to support me as he uses my mouth to get himself off. It’s hotter than I expected, and my thighs rub together, desperate for some friction on my clit.

He brings his other hand down, moving my hair out of the way.

“Watching you suck me off is so fucking hot.” He shoves me even deeper on the next thrust, and I choke. “Shit, sorry.”

My head shakes.

He’s got nothing to be sorry about.

It’s the awkward angle. If I was in a better position, I would try to swallow around him, but like this, he’s too girthy to make that happen.

Or maybe I just don’t have enough practice.

His shaft thickens and grows so much larger, but it’s the way his knot pulses in my hand that tips me off. My tongue swirls around his length as he growls.

“Okay, fuck, I’m there.”

If he expects me to pop off his cock, that’s not going to happen. He stops shoving me so deep, but I take over as his hot cum fills my mouth.

His entire body goes rigid, and my core aches. The sexiest noises spill from his lips as he jolts.

“Goddamn, woman, your mouth is unreal. Just like that. Holy fuck…” He continues rambling and petting my cheek like a total weirdo, but it makes my insides warm and melty. “Suck down every fucking drop.”

I really like that I can mess his world up because he certainly does the same to me.