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Another time he might be able to laugh at
the foolish boasts he’d made to Pierce in this very office, but at the moment
he could only rejoice in his luck at meeting Lyra.

“No more,” Lyra pleaded as Tielo latched on
to her areola, her hips lifting from the chair with each suck. “You’re
cheating.”

He laughed at that, a rich sound of
masculine satisfaction. “There is no such thing as cheating when it comes to
claiming a mate.”

It was crazy talk. Role-playing taken to
the extreme.

This wasn’t reality. At least not hers.

“We’ve got to finish the game.” Enough
sanity remained to insist on it.

He rubbed his tongue against her nipple,
gave her the threat of teeth and a final, hard suck before freeing her hands
and standing. His eyes glittered with possessiveness as he looked down at her.

It was all she could do not to touch him.

“Spread your legs.”

The command drew her attention to the way
her swollen clit pressed against panties that were soaked in arousal.

She complied, even knowing she’d be
helpless to resist if he pressed his mouth against her pussy, bare or covered
by material. His nostrils flared, she saw struggle on his face and was torn
between relief and disappointment when he returned to his seat without giving
her the touch she craved.

A glance at the chips cleared some of the
lust from her mind. If she could hang on, just play smart and have some luck,
this part of the evening could be done.

She didn’t lie to herself by pretending her
stay at Drake’s Lair would end without having Tielo inside her.

Rather than tugging her bra cup up, she
left breast and nipple exposed, willing to use it to her advantage.

He couldn’t accuse her of cheating, not
when he was responsible for the distraction. And it
was
one, for both of
them.

Each of his glances sent fire streaking
through her nipple. Deepened the ache to feel his mouth on it, sucking.

She shuffled the cards and dealt. The round
passed in a blur of cautious play and ended with his loss.

The pants came off, leaving him standing
naked in front of her, hard thick cock pulled away from his abdomen and every
bit as wet as her pussy. She licked her lips and he growled, so in dragon
character that he shimmered silver and gold in her imagination, as if he were,
in fact, the beast he wore on his chest.

She laughed at her flight of fantasy, and
his cock responded to the husky sound, bobbing and pulling away farther from
his belly as if focused on her lips and wanting to come to them—or more
accurately, wanting to come with her mouth wrapped around it.

“Fair is fair,” she said. “Sit. Hands
behind your back.”

It would be pointless to attempt to
restrain him as he’d done her, and besides, she had no intention of denying
herself the pleasure of touching him, exploring him.

He obeyed, putting his own spin on it by
sitting on the poker table, leaning back and bracing his hands against green
felt.

Rising from her chair, she went to him.
“Spread your legs.”

Masculine eyes lowered in a sultry reminder
of what he’d found when he ordered her to do the same, not that she needed it.
Her cunt lips were swollen and parted, her clit an anxious knot. A few stokes
and she’d come.

She stepped between his thighs, palms
finding their home on his chest, going unerringly to pebbled nipples.

His back arched like a cat demanding to be
petted.

“How come you’re not married?” she asked.

“How could I be when I hadn’t met you yet?”

She shook her head, clinging to sanity by a
thread when all she wanted to do was lose herself completely in this fantasy.
“You don’t even know me.”

“Dragon males sense their true mates.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

And she wanted to believe, could well
remember her reaction to the card from Aislinn’s deck.

His head went back when she played with the
onyx-studded barbell. She lost the battle with temptation, leaned forward to
replace her fingers with lips and tongue, because when it came to fantasy, this
was the one she wanted to indulge in.

His hips lifted on a moan as she flicked
the nipple with her tongue, laving then sucking, and finally grasping it
between her teeth. The shimmer of gold and silver returned, a lust-induced haze
seen through eyes that could barely remain open.

He was hot to the touch, his scent and
taste different than that of any other man she’d ever been with. It made her
think of sun on baking rocks, of open skies and lush valleys full of exotic
grasses.

Forcing her eyes open, she left the nipple
to trace the dragon tattoo with her tongue. He shuddered, breath hitching and
growing harsher, inciting her to torment him further by closing the distance
between their bodies.

It was wickedly erotic to rub her belly
against his cock, to mark herself with the wet evidence of his desire. He was
so hard, so ready.

“Take me in your mouth,” Tielo ordered,
knowing it was madness. He was barely able to keep his mating spurs from
descending.

It was a constant struggle to hold himself
in a human shape, and his cock… With each rub against his mate’s skin, he
risked the magic falling away to reveal the twin rings of thick cartilage
circling his shaft beneath the head.

Yet still he said, “Do it. Take me into
your mouth.”

His mate’s tormenting lips moved, but not
the straight shot down he craved. He feared abandoning his position to spear
his fingers through her hair and guide her to his throbbing cock. Suspected
she’d cease her ministrations and insist on returning to the poker game if he
did.

So he endured. He forced himself to behave
despite the feel of her mouth against what she no doubt viewed as a tattoo. He
somehow managed to keep from reaching for her when the touch of lips and tongue
to the nipple bar sent wicked shards of ecstasy downward, compounding the
pleasure even as her touch filled him with barely restrained need.

He growled in protest, panted when she left
the dragon image to kiss across his chest. Delaying, denying him instant
obedience by taking the other nipple between her lips, tormenting it the same
as she’d done its twin.

Searing heat whipped through him with each
lick, with each suck, with the capture of it between her teeth, lust joined to
the sharp edge of erotic pain. His cock spasmed against her belly, wetting it
further, and that only heightened his desire, his feelings of possessiveness.
He wanted to rub his cock against her cunt and breasts and buttocks, to mark
her with his scent.

His hips jerked violently when feminine
fingers clamped down on the barbell-studded nipple, the dual assault almost
shredding the last of his control and undoing him. He nearly came. He wanted
desperately to.

Another time he wouldn’t care if it was on
his mate’s skin or inside her tight sheath, but here, now, he wanted her mouth
and wasn’t beyond begging for it.

“Lyra.” Not command but panted plea, and
feminine satisfaction filled her at the sound of her name, at the power she had
over this man who’d overwhelmed her senses from the moment she saw him.

She couldn’t deny him, not when she
hungered for the same thing. She wanted to go down on him, wanted to taste his
cock, to slide it between her lips and suck.

But still she took her time. Kissing smooth
flesh. Hands settling on muscled masculine thighs, feeling the strain as he
kept his position.

She paused at his navel. Circled it with
her tongue, dipping into it as his cock caressed her cheek, wet with ready
eagerness, pulsing and bobbing as if to get her attention.

“Mmmm,” she said, turning her head. “Is this
what you want?”

She rubbed her lips along the hot, velvety
shaft, tongue darting out in quick greeting and initial taste.

Spicy. Potent. And she thought being with
him could, in fact, make her forget she’d ever known another man.

She parted her lips. Ran her tongue down
the length of him, tracing thick, heavy veins that were a bold testament to
fierce masculinity.

Addictive
,
she thought as she returned to the tip and sipped at the head, explored the
leaking slit before taking him into her mouth, her hands leaving his thighs,
one to fist around his length while the other palmed the smooth, swollen globes
of his testicles.

His moan was a shout of triumph in her
ears. His ragged breathing and the sharp jerks of his hips all the
encouragement she needed.

She sucked, and felt a thickening against
her lips where they were locked beneath his cock head. His hands fisted in her
hair, his manner going from compliant to dominant.

“Suck me.” And there was no disobeying him.

His fierce command had her abandoning his
balls in favor of burrowing her hand in her panties. She took him deeper.
Sucked him as she fucked her fingers into her slit, seeking, finding the spot
she was looking for.

White heat filled her mind. Her moans
joined his on the edge of ecstasy.

“Swallow on me,” he urged, and she did.
Wanting to take him all the way down but settling for the hot splash of
intoxicating semen, a jetted release on a shout that sounded almost like a
trumpeting.

It was enough to make her climax. And even
then, she couldn’t separate herself from him until she’d licked him clean,
nuzzled and kissed the cock she needed inside her almost as desperately as
breath.

The towering stacks of gold and scattered
playing cards came into focus. She shivered at how easily he made her forget
her reason for coming here.

“The game isn’t over yet,” she said against
his rapidly filling penis, pulling away and taking her seat, though the
ravenous hunger in his eyes as he looked at her partially clad body made it
impossible to calculate odds.

She lost the next hand.

“Panties,” he said as she stood.

Obedience would have been easy. She wanted
him to see her pussy, waxed smooth because she loved the feel of it, loved the
way it invited oral sex. It was all too easy to imagine Tielo’s hands on her
thighs, holding her open as he fucked his tongue into her hole and sucked her
clit.

The bra landed on lush carpeting instead of
her panties. Narrowed eyes and the pinch of nostrils signaled his displeasure.

He stood, already fully erect again, heavy
testicles hanging beneath a thick, mouth-watering cock, primal man on display.

He stalked around the table, every bit the
dragon he called himself.

“I can smell your desire. I can read your
need. Your body vibrates with it. Hands on the edge of the table.”

She trembled, belly quivering as she
complied. Not even bothering to tell herself she did it because facing the
chips and the cards would serve as a reminder that more was at stake than
pleasure.

Hot lips pressed to her neck, making her
moan. Firm hands cupped her breasts, toying with rigid nipples as his thick
cock rubbed against the seam of her ass. Her panties were no protection against
the searing heat of his shaft as the tip licked across her lower back, wetting
her skin.

“Lean forward.”

She did, making a sound of protest when his
penis left her, only to whimper when it returned, angled now to slide between
her thighs.

“Since you deny us both the pleasure, I
will attend to you this way.”

She cried out when he rubbed his cock over
her swollen folds and erect clit. Then cried out again when Tielo cupped her
hips, preventing her from rocking backward. Taking control and denying her the
release she would have grabbed.

Perfect. She was perfect for him. So
responsive, so uninhibited in her pleasure.

Tielo dared to let some of the magic
holding his penis to a human size and shape and texture fall away. Masculine
satisfaction surged through him at being able to pleasure her with thickened
length and dragon advantage.

She whimpered and panted as he used the
firm rings beneath his cock head to stroke her delicate clit, small movement to
the underside followed by a quick foray over the tiny head.

He wanted to see her. Taste her. To confirm
what the scraps of material masquerading as panties revealed—that she was bare,
ready for her mate’s mouth and tongue as most dragon males preferred.

His mouth returned to her neck. He added
sucking, biting kisses to his sensual assault, not that the other dragons
present needed her skin marked to know she belonged to him. They’d smell him on
her; see by her well-loved body and adoring eyes that she had a male who
pleased her in all ways.

Unable to control himself, his hands left
her hips to reclaim the luscious weight of her breasts with their large, large
nipples. “You have the body of a fertility goddess,” he murmured, taking tight
nipples prisoner between his fingers, tugging and squeezing in time to the rub
of his cock against her clit.

He wanted to spew his seed across her
belly, to massage it into her skin as if she were polished onyx, to carry it
downward, beneath the waistband of her panties to coat her pussy with it.

Imagining it was nearly enough for it to
manifest in reality. His buttocks clenched, the scorching heat of his desire
burning away a little bit more of his magic so the ache at his wrist became the
near drop of his mating spurs.

For a split second he balanced on the edge.
She didn’t have to drink from the cup. She didn’t have to agree to be his mate
for it to become truth. She didn’t have to consent to be taken to the dragon
realm.

No male would challenge his decision to
take possession of her in the time-honored way of their kind when it came to
human females.

Except his life was here. As was hers.

He dropped his hands to her hips, the
nearness to her abdomen only intensifying the temptation to rake her with his
talons. His grip tightened in an effort to resist dragon instinct to let the
spurs descend from their sheaths and fill with serum. Holding her still, he
brought her to release with just the rub of his cock against her cloth-covered
folds and clit, and nearly followed her into ecstasy.