Page 64 of Cole's Command

Chapter Twenty-One

Cole

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HELPING EDEN TO HER feet, Cole brushed his mouth over hers, pausing to relish her scent. His dragon genes gifted him heightened senses, and one of his favorites had always been the trace of a horny woman. Even standing beside her, he couldn’t resist the aroma of her arousal, and there was only one cure; he had to bury his face between her legs.

“I’m going to untie you.” Tugging at her binds, he spun her to work on the ropes. “But don’t worry. You’ll only be free for a moment.”

How reassuring.

He chuckled at her dry response, although she hadn’t spoken. “Now, now.” Swatting her ass three times in fast succession. “Remember I can hear what you’re thinking.”

“I know, sir.” She caught her lip between her teeth as he freed her wrists. “And apparently, I can sometimes hear you.”

“Mmmm.” Catching her chin between his thumb and finger, he stroked her cum-covered flesh. “Yes, that is curious, but I’m glad. I don’t have the science, but my brothers and I have the ability, and I’m thrilled we do, too.”

“I can’t hear your thoughts now, though?” She tilted her head.

“Never mind.” His grip tightened a fraction. “Perhaps it only works when we’re experiencing something intense.”

That makes sense. She nodded.

“Speaking of intense, how was the blow job?” Concern flickered in his voice, a tiny gesture of insecurity as he softly rubbed her skin. “Too much?”

“Yes.” She met his eyes. “And no. It was a lot, sir, but ultimately, I enjoyed it.” Her gaze flitted to his recently satiated dick, throbbing at her confession.

“Good girl.” He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Remember, you can use your safe word.”

“Thank you.” Her reply was scarcely a whisper.

“On to the bed.” He gestured to the covers, flexing the ropes between his hands. “Now.”

Throwing him a mischievous smile, she turned and climbed onto the bed, wiggling her tempting ass at him.

“You are so naughty, little girl.” Grinning at her provocation, he followed her, skimming his palm over her backside. And so fucking lovely. He couldn’t resist the growl that escaped his throat. “I fucking love it.”

“What now, sir?” She peered over her shoulder at him.

“On to your back,” he ordered. “Arms above your head.”