Page 38 of Her Silent Knight

Lowering her eyes to his chest, she whispered, “I never thought I’d find my mate here.” Damn, he was ripped. Focus on the mission. Sin returned her gaze to his.

“Neither did I,” he whispered while lowering his head a fraction.

His scent was masculine. A mixture of pine trees, whiskey, and fire. Only a fire witch would find that scent mouthwatering. It reminded her of her camping days with her family. Fire with a hint of sweet. Mouthwatering.

“Are you okay with it?” He asked. “Are you okay with being mine?”

The vulnerability that could be heard in his question tugged on her heart-strings. She cut those strings, freeing herself from the guilt that would consume her if she put his wants and goals before her own. Only the heartless survived here.

“I’m more than okay with it,” she lied. “I’m happy I’ve found you. I no longer have to be alone. I’ve been so... lonely.”

There were those panty-soaking growls she was becoming accustomed to hearing. Well, she didn’t have on panties, thanks to the fire spell she’d used earlier. So, there were those thigh-soaking growls she was becoming accustomed to hearing.

“Have you been lonely?” She asked, surprised by the husky sound of her own voice.

His hand trailed over her hip and down her thighs only to reverse and trail back up. His head dipped lower, bringing his face even closer to hers.

“So fucking lonely,” he told her. “So. Fucking. Lonely.” His hand cupped her ass.

Sin shivered. His lips touched her shoulders in a gentle kiss that didn’t match the rough way he was gripping her ass. The contradiction only stoked the embers building inside her. His next words sent those embers of pleasure spreading over her flesh.

“Can I claim my treasure? Can I make you mine? Right here, right now? Can I fuck you?”

Well damn. Damn times two. Damnity-damn-damn. She hadn’t expected him to say that. Secondly, she hadn’t expected him to push her leg forward, pushing her knee onto the mattress.

He kissed his way down the side of her body. All she could do was watch his head inch lower. Hands still cuffed to the bed while lying on her side, Sin stared over her shoulder at him.

From this angle, if he moved much lower, she wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing. Should she stop him? Maybe she’d wait and see what he was about to do. He pushed her legs further apart. This was a position she’d never been in before.

She would call it the scissor position because of the way her legs were spread apart. Or was that a term that meant two women? She didn’t know. Right now, she didn’t care. Her mind was on what her dragon was doing with his mouth.

Hands on her thighs, he eased his body to the lower end of the bed while kissing his way down the side of her body. Apparently, her rolls and muffin top didn’t bother him. He kissed them too as he made his way downward.

She was wrong about not being able to see him from this angle. She may end up with a crick in her neck, but she could definitely see him. As he kissed her ass, his hand slipped between her legs and cupped her sex.

The groan that escaped his lips masked the sound of the moan that escaped hers. Still touching her most sensitive spot, his eyes jerked to hers. The level of intensity in his depths had tripled. Just entirely skipped level two and zoomed straight to three.

“You’re wet,” he growled.

She couldn’t tell if that was a question or a statement. Remaining silent, she simply watched him, eager to see what he would do next. He slipped his hand from between her legs and stared at it.

Her traitorous body was already missing his touch. She nearly bit her bottom lip off when he brought his hand closer to his face and inhaled deeply. This must be a weird shifter thing. Surprisingly, she found it erotic as hell.

Especially seeing how the scent of her pussy made her big dragon’s eyes drift shut while his body shivered. A response like that meant he loved the scent of her juices. That only made more of her juices pool at her center.

His eyes opened slowly and he stared down at his hand that was coated with her essence. Surely, he wasn’t about to... there was no way he was going to. Eyes wide, Sin watched him lick his hand clean.

As in, not just one swipe of the tongue, not just one taste. He licked his palm clean, not missing one drop of her nectar. He licked his palm clean then his gaze jerked to hers.

“I need more.”

Sin swallowed before saying, “I-I think you got it all. It looks like you licked the plate clean,” she joked to lighten the mood. Her joke didn’t bring the intensity down in his gaze nor did it put out the flames rising inside of her. Her joke was an epic fail.

“There’s more,” he told her before staring down at her body. He lifted her leg then lowered his body until he was eye level with her pussy. “There’s plenty more.” He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. This time she felt it when he shivered. “I want it. All of it. Now. I won’t stop until I’ve drank it all.”

Well double damn.