Imre: Drago Knights MC (Mating Fever) Read Online Free PDF

feminine—including strong.
    After kicking off his boots, he said, “You sure you don’t want to take this to the shower?”
    She laughed, the sound had quickly become his favorite song. “Are you going to wash me?”
    “It would be my honor.” He didn’t give her the chance to argue; instead he swept her up into his arms and allowed him to carry her into the shower.
    He’d never much cared one way or another about all of the modern conveniences these safehouses had to offer—he spent so much time on the road without them. But this one, the water immediately turned on at his proximity and digital screen read the perfect temperature.
    “Let me know if this isn’t to your liking.”
    “Pretty much everything you’ve done so far is to my liking.” She turned her face into his neck.
    He eased her to her feet and finished undressing before stepping inside the shower with her. He grabbed the organic cinnamon and cardamom body bar and made a lather in his hands before applying it to her hair. She leaned back into him with a moan.
    He used the same lather to spread down over her shoulders.
    Imre needed to ask Ondrej who stocked this place because whoever it was needed a fucking bonus. This stuff smelled delicious and felt like nothing short of heaven while he was working it over her skin.
    Her muscles were tight in her shoulders, so he gave them extra attention, feeling her relax under his hands. Imre found he loved the texture of her skin, like living silk.
    And she was so golden everywhere.
    His cock was so hard and the way she’d pressed the perfection of her bare ass against him, he was surprised he’d been able to restrain himself.
    For that, he’d thank his dragon. For his dragon, everything was about bringing her pleasure. Pushing her to that place where the stars lived.
    So he continued massaging her skin with the bar, building up the lather until his smoothed it over her belly, and he took extra care with her breasts—kneading the full globes, bringing her nipples taut with the gentle circular motion of his thumbs.
    She arched into his caress, her fingers closing over his.
    He memorized every second of the way she felt against him, the sounds of need she made, and that moment when she pushed his hands down to her cleft.
    Imre went to his knees, the spray of water warm on his back.
    “Spread for me,” he whispered.
    “This isn’t going to work, Imre. I can’t—”
    “Trust me.”
    “I do.”
    “Do you remember how I can control my Change?” He flashed her a wicked grin. “My dragon wants to taste you.”
    “Your dragon is dirty.” But she changed her stance to accommodate him, legs braced just slightly apart.
    He felt the Change come over him, but it different this time. This time, his dragon knew exactly what he needed to do and it wasn’t a battle of wills. Only his tongue transformed. It was long enough to slide up to caress her, to press against her slick folds and swirl up over her clit.
    “Oh my gods, Imre!”
    He and his dragon both felt an incredible sense of satisfaction and pleasure at her exclamation.
    She tasted like honey.
    It wasn’t that she was sweet, but it was like a memory of summer.
    He couldn’t get enough.
    She leaned over, bracing her hands on his shoulders while he took them both to heaven. He’d have been content to lick her like a lolly until she screamed so loud the whole building came down around them.
    “Would it be as good for you as it is for me?” she whispered, breathless.
    “It’s very good for me,” he murmured and continued his task. Gods, she was still like silk on the inside as she was on the outside.
    “No, I mean,” she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulder. “If I did this for you.”
    The idea of her on her knees for him made his cock surge. “Then this would be over before we’ve begun. Next time.”
    He returned to his task.
    “So,” she gasped again. “If this forever thing happens,” Aranka panted. “Can I have this every