Free Inked Destiny by Jory Strong Page B

a vested interest now, in keeping the mother of my future grandchildren from getting hurt.”
    A quick hug followed, and then he went home, walking in to find Etaín stretched out on the couch, vulnerable in sleep and stirring feelings of protectiveness as well as possessiveness, the depth of which he wouldn’t have thought possible days ago.
    He lifted her into his arms, catching sight of the drawing of a green Dragon rising from a dark blue lake, and smiling, until thoughts of one fantasy creature led to another. Elf. He forced it away, along with his fears for the future.
    Etaín woke as he placed her on the bed, her eyes going from slumberous to dark molten pools of desire as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, parting it, hands moving next to the front clasp of her bra.
    “You’re overdressed for a cabana boy.”
    He opened the bra, pushing it away to reveal hardened nipples. “Any decent cabana boy will tell you the best tips come from seeing to other’s needs first.”
    He leaned down, licking the tight, rosy peak as he undid the front of her jeans.
    Her hips lifted. He turned it into an invitation rather than a silent demand, a torment by sliding his hand beneath the waistband of panties meant to drive a man to his knees, wispy pieces of material that begged to be stripped away by hands or teeth.
    She was wet for him. “Were you dreaming about me?” he asked, sucking her nipple into his mouth, his fingers stroking the underside of her clit, circling the tiny head.
    “Maybe.”
    He punished her with a bite, followed by the rub of his tongue over her nipple, hiding his smile because she never ceased to challenge him, to intoxicate him with her provocative nature. “Not a good enough answer.”
    She laughed. “It’s the only one you’ll get unless you persuade me otherwise.”
    Her hands went to her jeans with the intention of pushing them lower, baring herself to him. He stopped his ministrations to her clit, drawing a moan of protest and then a small purr of approval when he captured her wrists, pinning them to the mattress above her head and holding them there with one hand.
    Tonight he wanted something different from her, needed it. He stroked his tongue over her nipple, aware of the way her heart raced and her belly quivered where his hand rested, for a second time sliding beneath her waistband and eliciting a cry from her with the capture of her clit, with the filling of her channel.
    He could spend hours touching her, looking at her, being enthralled and intoxicated. It would only get worse when she made the change from human into…
    He blocked the thought, wanting to concentrate only on thepresent. On this, maintaining the pretense they were a normal couple.
    Lifting his head, he studied the nipple, turned on by the sight of it glistening, wet from his mouth, love abraded from his sucking.
    “The other one wants the same attention,” she said. “A good cabana boy would know that.”
    “A good cabana boy makes sure he’s done a thorough job before moving on.”
    “So I’m a job to you?”
    “More like an obsession.” He kissed his way to her other breast, using the change of angle to fuck his fingers deep into her slit, to rub his palm over her engorged clit.
    Her breath caught. Then caught again. Her sheath clamped down on him in demand. Her moans were praise and payment enough. Her whispered, “I want your cock inside me,” very nearly derailed the slow pursuit of pleasure.
    She liked it hard and fast and rough, probably because touching a lover had always posed a danger, before him. She could touch him with impunity, but at the moment he prevented that touch, knowing how quickly the feel of her hands on him stripped him of civility and reason.
    “Promise to be good and I’ll take off the jeans,” he said.
    “Define good .”
    “Hands above your head, or clenching the bedding, not on me.”
    “And if I cheat?”
    “Don’t. That’ll be a game for another night, Etaín.”
    “Mmmm,