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and hand. He cupped one, thumbing the nipple until it beaded tightly. Her appreciative moan rolled into the next groan as he teased her, alternating stroking over her G-spot with tweaking her nipple gently.
    “That’s it, baby girl, come for me.” He added his thumb over her clit, pressing and releasing in time with his strokes. Her pussy clenched, rippling around his fingers. “Come all over my hand and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Then I’ll fuck you again and again all night. I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk straight...but you gotta come for me first.”
    She gasped, and did, bathing his hand in liquid heat.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Oh.
    Dear.
    God.
    What the hell was all that . One second she was angry and hurt by two words… true mate … and the next she straddled Taron and rode his hand like a pony.
    Shudders racked her frame, trembles rolling through her with every breath. Her pussy clenched around Taron’s fingers, milking him the way she’d love to milk his cock.
    Mmm… his cock. He was hard beneath her, that part of him hidden by fabric but she knew he wanted her.
    Taron slid his fingers out and then in again in a slow, casual fuck. His fingertips played over her G-spot, stoking her need for him and keeping her on the razor’s edge of release once more.
    River leaned forward, palms tingling with the need to touch him, stroke him. His dragon’s scales were soft to the touch, smooth and warm beneath her hands. Her pale skin contrasted against the near black blue of his dragon. And the longer she stroked him, the hotter he became, the heat traveling along her arms until it consumed her bones. The fire connected them, tying them together in a way she’d never imagined.
    “Taron,” she breathed his name. “Please.”
    Please more.
    Please less.
    Just please .
    “Baby girl,” he whispered in return, a cocky grin on his lips.
    She tightened her hold on his chest, digging her fingers into his scales as she rolled her hips. “ Taron. ”
    “What do you want?” he practically purred.
    What did she want? She had only one answer to that question.
    “Everything.” It was stupid. Dumb. Every other idiotic word she could use for a person who’d gone crazy and pondered tying herself to a shifter, but… she didn’t hesitate.
    Much.
    A sliver of unease slithered into her blood, but she pushed it back. There was no missing the conviction in his tone and the seriousness in his gaze when he’d called her his true mate.
    That smug grin slipped from his lips, slowly lessening until his expression turned serious and almost grim. River froze in place, her arousal diminishing by the heartbeat and it vanished when he slipped his fingers from her sheath. He levered himself upright, grabbing her hips when she would have scrambled from his lap.
    Their shared passion was doused in his contemplative emotions and she suddenly wished she hadn’t shed her clothing. She needed her power suit and heels to act like a shield against heartache.
    She managed to get the halves of her bra tugged across her breasts and wiggled her panties back into place. It was as clothed and covered as she could get at the moment. When he didn’t release her immediately, she twitched against his grip, encouraging him to release her.
    “No, you’re not going anywhere,” he murmured.
    “Taron,” her whisper was harsh and she hated that her crumbling hope was easily heard in her tone. She closed her eyes, unwilling to watch him tell her no; watch him tell her the whole true mate thing was a joke. Just something to say to her half-sister. She remembered shifters were highly sexual. Strong emotions made them hot and he’d been literally smoking when he came into the room. Her half-sister had him on edge and he’d needed an outlet.
    Right.
    “River.” Two hands cupped her cheeks, the scent of her own arousal filling her nose. Further proof she’d been ready to throw her life away on him when he’d… he’d