Page 37 of Dragon Me Through Space

“Wayne, please,” I begged.

He shifted, placing the tip of his erection against my aching core, and gently pushed the head in. “Oh, you’re so tight,” he gasped as he moved back and forth, working himself deeper into me with each movement. “So wet.”

“What if I’m not her?” I asked as he moved deeper and deeper into me. His ridges were little frictions of bliss.

“Her?” he asked, pausing and looking down at me.

“Should you be sleeping with me if I’m not your mate?” I asked. It was stupid. Why was I asking him this when we were already having sex?

“There’s … something about you, Xoe. Something that calls to me. Calls to the primal part of me. I think … you might be my fated mate. I didn’t even think they existed, but … there’s a connection with you I can’t deny.”

My eyes widened and breath hitched. He … thought I was his mate? Fated mate at that? Did the others think that? Was that why they wanted these dates?

“Even if you’re not, I don’t want to waste time with you or regret not doing things with you. I want to experience everything with you.” He thrust into me, right up to his knot, making me cry out in ecstasy and arch my hips up. “So beautiful,” he said, his chest rumbling against mine in what felt like a growl and purr mixed together.

His mouth crashed into mine and our bodies moved together. He was right, there was something about him, them, that called to me. I didn’t believe in fated mates or anything like that, but losing myself to the moment, just enjoying this time with him felt great.

My orgasm was so strong that I smacked my head against the floor as I threw it back and screamed his name. He gripped my hips, growled, and lowered his head down to bite my shoulder as he found his release.

We lay there, panting, satisfied, and silent for as long as it took my heart to slow.

“Are you okay?” he asked and looked down at me with genuine concern in his eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shook my head and rested my hand against his cheek, smiling softly. “You didn’t hurt me, Wayne. I’m fine.”

He nodded. “Good.” After pulling out of me, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, keeping an arm around my waist as my legs were a bit jelly-like. “Let’s take a shower.”

“A shower would be good. What about the bracelets?”

He looked over at them sitting on the table and shrugged. “They’ll still be there later. If you want to keep making one, you can come back here.”

We started walking, me grabbing my clothes on the way, but when Wayne realized I was going to be slow, he picked me up in his arms instead and carried me to his room. He really was a gentleman at times and I felt certain he understood people better than he realized.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Waiting for Preston to show up for our date had my stomach in knots. Wayne admitted that they told each other everything, which meant that Preston would know that now I’d not only fooled around with Zeke, but I’d also slept with Wayne.

All night I’d gone over what Wayne had said to me.

Did they really think I was their mate? Was that even possible?

I examined my necklace again, the knot design something I had never seen, not in all of my journeys so far. What was it? What did it mean? What did my mother mean that it would unlock my future, that someone could activate it?

“You look upset,” Preston said as he entered the room. “Did Wayne say something he shouldn’t have?”

I put my necklace back inside my shirt and smiled. “No, Wayne was a perfect gentleman yesterday.”

His mouth quirked, but he didn’t let it turn into a smile. He clasped his hands behind his back and asked, “So, what are we doing on our date today?”

Taking a breath for courage I quickly said, “I want you to teach me some fighting moves to help me protect myself should someone get me in a hold or pinned like you did the first day we sparred.”

One of his brows rose. “That’s it? You just want me to teach you some ways to break out of a hold?”

I nodded and felt embarrassed. Did he think it was stupid to do on a date? I supposed I could have asked to do it just during our normal sparring sessions, but …

“If you don’t want to, we can figure out something else to do,” I said, eyes down on the floor.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to. I just wanted to be sure that’s what you were requesting,” he said quickly. He took his shoes off and walked onto the mat where I stood. “Have you stretched yet?”