He grabbed her hips and held her in place. They both needed more than this slow, gentle pace Zoa had set. She was teasing him still. He wanted the real thing.
“Then take my cock like a good little human,” he growled, and he started thrusting up into her. It was moments before she fell apart.
It was seconds.
She cried out, throwing her head back as the orgasm swept over her. Declan tried to hold off. Really, he did, but the sight of Zoa coming was too damn sexy. He came, too, filling her with his seed, and then she collapsed on top of him, tired and spent.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to himself. Oh, she was a sweet little thing, wasn’t she? She was sexy and seductive and sassy. She was charming, and he had her all to himself. Soon they’d have to go downstairs and face the day, but Declan didn’t want to.
He wanted to stay right here with Zoa. He wanted them to enjoy the time they had together. As soon as they left the safety and the comfort of the bedroom, it would all be over. They’d have to go talk to Christopher and Brian, and they’d have to make a plan for going to Kellen’s place. Declan didn’t want to do any of that. He just wanted to stay here and have sex all day with the woman he...
Well, it wasn’t love.
Not yet.
It was too soon.
There was something there, though. There was something between them. It was like an invisible thread pulling them toward one another, and it was the kind of thing he didn’t think he could get away from. Declan’s mother was always talking about mates and true love and how everyone found someone to adore them above all others.
Zoa was a human, though. She was sweet and wonderful, but she was a human. Could a dragon shifter and a human be mates? Could it be destiny? Could it be fate?
“You look like you’re thinking really hard.”
“Oh,” Declan looked up. Zoa was straddling him now, looking down at him. She had a concerned look on her face.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” he murmured, cupping her face. “You were perfect.”
That was a lie. She was so much better than perfect that a word for what she was simply didn’t exist. There was no way to explain what she was. He simply couldn’t.
“You too,” she smiled at him. Zoa kissed him again before she slipped off of Declan. She stood beside the bed and stretched. “I should take a shower,” she said. “Do you have an additional set of unicorn pajamas I can wear today? I think I got mine a bit dirty last night,” she giggled.
“I’m afraid that was my last set.”
“Why do you have those, anyway? Do you have a secret wife around here somewhere?” Zoa looked around the room playfully.
“I hope not,” he said. “If I did, she got quite the show.”
“So, what’s the story?”
“My brother bought them for a girlfriend,” Declan said. He, too, got out of bed. He stretched. His muscles felt good, but sore. It had been a long time since he’d had a workout like that.
“I’m guessing the girlfriend is out of the picture.”
“Something like that. She kind of threw the pajamas and stormed off.”
“Classy.”
“I thought so,” Declan grinned. He guided Zoa into the bathroom and started the shower. Together, they climbed in and washed away everything: their sweat, their sleepiness, and their tenderness. When they were finished, Declan dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, and he handed a set of sweatpants to Zoa, as well. He had a pair that had a drawstring, so she was able to tie them tightly enough that they stayed up.
“What do you think?” Zoa spun in a circle.
“Perfect,” he laughed. Declan grabbed a t-shirt and held it up. “But I think you forgot your shirt.”