He took a cautious step forward. “When you bite me, the only thing I’ll care about is making you come.”

She blinked, memories of last night dancing through her head. “Really?”

“It won’t be that much different from how I feel right now, except I’ll have to make you come at least once before my Bear will let me have you.”

She swallowed hard. She could feel her nipples beading. “Oh.”

“You’ll be able to do whatever you want with me.” He breathed the words against her mark, and it was only then she realized how close he’d come.

She bit her lip, fighting the arousal crashing through her. “Will I get you to…?”

“Hmm?” He nibbled her earlobe and she shivered.

“…make me…”

He kissed her jaw. “Anything.”

“…waffles?”

He froze, but she could feel his smile against her skin. “You’re evil.”

She patted his ass, amazed at how firm it was. “But you like me that way.”

“Much to my shame, yes.” He grinned down at her. “Do I at least get a good morning kiss?”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Have you brushed your teeth?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

He shook his head and reached for the toothbrush. “The things I do for you.”

“Oh yeah. Getting rid of the dragon breath is such a chore.”

He pinched her hip. “If I’m making waffles you might want to get dressed. Borrow one of my T-shirts and scrub pants for now. We can wash your clothes while we eat.”

“Wow. A practical man.” She looked up at the ceiling. “Nope. Sky’s still up there.”

She didn’t appreciate it one little bit when he shoved her out of the bathroom and closed the door. She settled on the bed and waited for him to come out. When he did, she hopped up and brushed past him to head back into the bathroom.

“What you doing?”

“I’m skuzzy and gooey and I want to shower.”

His dark brows rose as he leered at her. “You… Hot water… Soap bubbles… I’m in!”

She held up her hand when he tried to push past her into the shower. “I thought you were going to make me waffles.” He whimpered and made puppy-dog eyes at her. She rolled her eyes and sighed, secretly delighted that he wanted to hop in the shower with her. “Fine, but that means you’re adding chocolate chips to my waffles, got it?”

His answer was to reach around her and turn on the water. “There’s something I’m interested in other than waffles.”

From the way his cock was bouncing she could guess what it was he wanted. “Really?” She reached out and grabbed hold of him, loving the soft hiss that escaped his lips. “I can’t imagine what that might be.”

He brushed his fingers across her mating mark. “I think you can guess.” Julian turned off the water and led her back to the bed.

“What do you have in mind?” She didn’t mind the thought of one more round before she ate. Hell, the way Julian was eyeing her she bet she was the only thing on his menu.

He lay down and tugged her on top of him. “Turn around. I want a taste.”

Oh, hell. Yeah, she could go for that. She wiggled around until his cock was right before her, swallowing him down. He grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her in to position. At the first swipe of his tongue, she gasped. It was almost too much to bear, warm and wet and perfect. He licked at her clit like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted, driving her insane with need. She moaned around him, the sensations rocketing through her. She’d never had a man taste her the way he did.

God, he was good. She was on the verge of coming and they’d barely started.

Something nudged at her opening and she spread her legs wider. His beautiful, talented tongue began fucking into her, his fingers rubbing her clit.

Cyn couldn’t take much more. Damn, she needed, almost as badly as she had last night. But there was something missing, something that would take it that extra step from really good to incredible. She sucked on the tip of his cock, stroking the head with her tongue, trying to figure out what that special something was.

She pushed her hair out of the way, accidentally hitting the mating mark. That was what she wanted, what had been missing. She needed him to stroke her there, to bite her, and sink his fangs into her until she screamed.

She pulled away from him and turned, sinking down on his cock in one smooth motion.

“Cyn?” He was breathless, his pupils dilated, his irises pure silver.

She leaned over him and grabbed the headboard.

“Now what?” He grabbed hold of her ass, thrusting into her hard enough to raise her up.

She smiled and stroked the mark at her neck, shivering as the sensation quivered down her body right to her clit. “Fuck me.”

His gaze went right to the mark, his expression one of conquest and need. He licked his lips, his fangs descending. “I’m going to bite you again.”

She hoped the fuck so. In fact, she was counting on it. She tightened her muscles around him, groaning with him as his cock jumped inside her. He dragged her head down, tilting her to the side.

Oh yeah. Bite me, Jules. She rocked on him, anticipating the feel of his teeth against her skin.

Instead, he licked the mark.

Oh. Shit. She nearly came then and there. It was like he was fucking her and licking her at the same time. Over and over he licked that goddamn mark, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She began to ride him hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the quiet room.

“Wait.”

She whimpered. He wanted to wait? She was this close!

He rolled them over, spooning against her. He lifted her leg and slid back inside, his mouth fastened to her neck, his tongue working over the mark.

She moaned, coming before he’d gone two strokes, the orgasm washing through her in a tidal wave.

“Good. So good.” He sucked on the mark again, the feel of his teeth scraping her skin bringing her right back to the brink. “Come again for me.”

He rolled them again, this time putting her on her stomach. He entered her again, fucking her hard and fast, his mouth pure magic against the mark, pinning her down. Not that she wanted to go anywhere. The man was a fucking god.

His hands were everywhere, stroking her skin, pushing her hair aside, wrapping around her to cup her breasts. Her nipples were hard little points against his palms, twisted and pleasured until they ached. She threw her head back, forced to take what he gave her, unable to gain the leverage she needed to thrust back into him.