“You silly dragon.You are going to be late for your own coronation if we don't get a move on.” Emmy giggled.
“You meanourcoronation. Today you become the Queen of the Pacific Dragos,” he said, reminding her of what she had signed on for when she agreed to become his mate.
“I know. I know. But, really, it's going to take a while for me to get ready. To look like a proper queen, so …”
“Relax, babe. They won't start the ceremony without us. Besides, before I can claim my throne, I need to claim my mate.” Gone was the joking tone they had moments ago. His voice suddenly became serious.
“What do you mean by claim me? Isn't that what we've done, or you've done every single time we've had sex over the last couple of weeks?” she asked, wondering what the hell he meant by claim her as his mate.
“Nope,” he said. “While that was fun as hell, it was just practice.” He picked her up and tossed her gently onto the bed.
“Practice?” She arched an eyebrow. “You really expect me to believe that?” She laughed again at the thought of having practice sex.
“Yep. Because it's the truth. I can't claim the throne until I claim you as my mate. Trust me, the entire clan will know if I haven't claimed you, and they'll know that I have no right to ascend or to be called king without my true mate and queen beside me.” He palmed his cock and stroked it slowly.
God, she loved it when he did that. It was so fucking sexy.
“And how exactly do you claim me?” she asked as her hormones rushed through her body.
“Just like this.” He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs.
Emmy gasped when his mouth landed on her clit. She had planned on giving him a hard time and teasing him, but all that was tossed out of the window the second his mouth made contact with her sensitive bud.
“Oh! Yes!” She tossed her head back and forth on the pillows. Surge after surge of heat poured through her body.
He kissed and licked and sucked on her clit until she thought she was going to lose her damn mind. Not allowed to come through his teasing, her climax continued to build. Her body shook beneath him as he hooked her thighs around his shoulders and slammed two fingers into her wetness.
Her back arched up off the bed as he scissored his fingers in and out of her, hitting that sweet spot with each and every stroke of his hand. It was wicked and erotic and driving her wild.
“Kingston!” she moaned as wave after wave caressed her body and soul, making her want him even more than she already did. How that was even possible, she had no idea. But what she did know was that she needed him balls deep in her, making love to her, stretching her inner muscles.
“Kingston! Please. I need you inside me,” she begged.
“Soon. I promise,” he said with a soft lick over her clit. “I will never, ever get tired of how sweet you taste on my tongue or how beautiful you look when I'm going down on you.”
Her breath caught in her throat as he continued to work her into a frenzy. She twisted her hips and bucked up off the bed, needing just the smallest adjustment to their position in order for her release to crash over her.
“Do you want to come for me? Do you want me to make you come all over my face, baby?” Kingston asked.
“Yes! Yes! Please, make me come already. I'm begging you. I can't take it anymore. I need to come. Now!” she chanted, hoping like hell he would finally give her what she needed.
“Like this?” He slowly flattened his tongue and ran it over her clit.
“Oh! God! That feels incredible.” Her entire body shook as the first of her orgasms crashed into her. She felt like she was jumping off a cliff and free-floating high above in the sky. Flashes of white appeared in her vision as she rode her climax higher and higher with each swipe of Kingston’s tongue.
“Damn, babe. I love it when you come on my face like that. Just fucking love it,” he said, lapping up her juices.
“I’m not going to lie. I love it when you make me come like that. It's one of the best things ever. Literally.” She sighed as she floated back down to her body.
“I need to be inside of you,” Kingston said, positioning himself between her legs with his cock in his hand.
“I thought you'd never ask.” She spread her hips wider, giving him an even better view of her pussy, which was soaked and ready for him.
“Mmm,” he groaned, rubbing the head of his cock from her clit to her entrance and back up, teasing her. “Are you sure this is what you want, Emmy? I want you to be crystal clear with your answer. Will you be my mate? Will you let me love you forever? Will you stand by my side as our hearts and souls become one?”
“Yes. I would be proud to be your mate.” She pulled his face down to hers, wanting to feel his lips on her mouth. She wanted to feel every ounce of passion he had to offer in that kiss. She needed it more than she needed the air filling her lungs.
Kingston didn't disappoint. The second his lips closed over hers, he slid his cock home, balls deep inside her heat. She felt her muscles stretching and contracting around him, trying to accommodate his girth. As silly as it sounded in her own mind, every time they made love, it felt like the first time. She didn't know how else to describe it.