Free A Dragon's Seduction by Tamelia Tumlin

not at all pleased with the thought of returning to Jarithia permanently.
    “How?” The sliver of hope in her voice gave him the courage to go on.
    “Mating.”
    Twin scarlet circles flushed her cheeks. “You’re joking, right?”
    “No.” His words were soft and deliberate. “Climaxing releases my power and allows you to harness yours. Your Magik will rise, empowering you in ways you could never imagine.”
    “For the love of Magik! That has got to be the most ridiculous pick-up line ever.” Callie smiled in spite of herself though her cheeks flamed an even deeper shade of red. “Does it get many women in the sack?”
    “It’s not a line, Callie. You felt it before.” His lips trailed a path from her temple to her mouth. She trembled against him. “Can you feel it now? Your Magik growing stronger by my touch.”
    “I do.” She swallowed, splaying her hands across his chest and kneading the pecs underneath. “I feel it.”
    Brayden hauled her closer and captured her mouth with his. “Good.” His tongue slid against hers, tasting, exploring, reveling in the sheer pleasure of her sweetness. “Very good.”
    “Brayden?” Breathless, Callie pulled away.
    “Mmm?” His hands ran down her arms to the hem of her blouse.
    “What happens to you if I harness your power?” She slid her arms around his neck and caressed his hair. Her fingers rubbed lightly against the back of his head igniting white-hot ripples of desire through his body.
     “I’ll be fine.” He wouldn’t. But he didn’t tell her that. Besides, if he were going to lose his ability to shift into human form, what better way to go than making love to his mate. Because if she didn’t love him in return he would become the dragon – forever.
    Brayden tugged her blouse upward and her arms lifted to allow him to discard it. His manhood hardened as the creamy pale skin of her belly came into view.
    “Brayden, what if … you know … you change?”
    “I’ll keep him under control.” At least he’d bloody well try. “I promise. Trust me.”
     Biceps bulging, he wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, hauled her up and roughly pushed her against the wall. The curtain tangled around them. Brayden growled and shoved sheer fabric aside, then his lips found her stomach and blazed a trail of kisses to her navel.
    He circled the soft swelling with his tongue then moved downward. Callie whimpered, clutching his shoulders. Her nails dug into his flesh. Her body shuddered and her Magik bubbled beneath his lips.
    His inner dragon pawed and roared inside.
    Last chance, St. John. If she doesn’t love you, you’d better let her go or kiss your mortal ass goodbye.
    Brayden growled low in his throat and yanked Callie’s black silk pants down to her ankles. A wisp of white lace covered her most intimate treasure. He placed a kiss on her jewel and his libido kicked into overdrive. His hand slapped the wall behind them and gripped the curtain. Panting they fell to the floor bringing the fabric down with them. His lips found hers and their hands began a feverish exploration of their own. Touching, caressing, teasing. His clothes and the rest of hers vanished in the urgency of their exploration.
    The dragon inside him stomped with fury. Brayden tightened his rein.
    Not yet.
    Not until he brought her to climax. Not until he released her Magik.
    And her pleasure.
    Callie’s hands made their way to his rigid shaft. Pleasure seared through him as her fingers massaged his manhood. He throbbed and hardened beneath her touch.
    Groaning, he buried his face between her breasts and trailed his tongue over each alert mound. He found a hardened nipple and flicked his tongue across the rosy peak. It beaded beneath his lips drawing a new moan from him.
    Callie tightened her hand around his arousal.
    Brayden nearly exploded from the touch, but with careful control he forced himself to wait. Magik radiated from her fingertips exuding pleasurable tingles down his shaft