Dating A Dragon (The Mating Game Book 2) by Georgette St. Clair

with Orion.
    “I don’t know how,” she whispered, ashamed.
    Orion took her hands in his. His skin was fever-hot, his grip firm and reassuring. “Just close your eyes,” he said. “Reach deep down inside yourself and feel your dragon. Don’t fight her – just let her come to the surface.”
    Cadence let her eyes flutter closed. She took a deep breath and released it. She could feel her dragon self curled up inside her, an icy presence below her sternum. As she relaxed her limbs, she felt the power stir, raising goose bumps on her arms. Her breath came out in a frigid cloud, ice crystals gathering on her eyelashes. She felt the energy swell and burst, washing over her, and she opened her eyes…
    “Crap.” She pulled her hand out of Orion’s and folded her arms, feeling petulant. “I’m still human.”
    “Not quite.” He ran his finger over her forearm, where frosty white scales sparkled in the sunlight, rimmed with iridescent teal and blue. He smiled. “They’re so pretty.”
    “Not as pretty as you,” she said.
    He cocked an eyebrow, and she wanted to bite her tongue. “I mean – your dragon,” she stuttered. “I want to be a big, beautiful dragon like you. I want to fly .”
    He smiled, looking delighted. “You think my dragon is beautiful?”
    She shook her head slowly, almost lost for words. “Gorgeous. Magnificent. Incredible. In your dragon form, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
    “Cadence.” His hand stilled on her arm and he leaned forward so their lips were only inches apart. “Whether you ever fully shift or not, whatever form you’re in…you’ll always be beautiful to me.”
    And he kissed her.
    His mouth was firm and commanding on hers and she felt herself relaxing under his touch, her lips opening on a sigh to allow him access. He played the tip of his tongue against hers, flicking and teasing, and her hands went to the back of his neck. He drew her closer, crushing her breasts against his chest, and need made her core clench, dampening her panties.
    She almost protested when he pulled back, but his fingers went at once to the buttons of her blouse. Gently, nimbly, he slid them through their loops and brushed the satiny fabric apart, revealing the lace of her half-cup bra. He gave a little hum of approval as he took one firm globe in his palm, circling his thumb over the nipple, which sprang into a needy point at his touch.
    He slid her blouse over her shoulders and away, and his hands fell to the waistband of her pants.
    Cadence’s breath was harsh and uneven as he skimmed the fabric over her hips and thighs, placing a kiss to her mound through the sodden lace of her panties and making her whimper and squirm. He kneeled at her feet and took off her shoes.
    Then he came to lie beside her, his long, toned body gloriously naked against hers. He let his gaze run over her curves, and each lingering look felt as if it were his fingers on her skin – touching, exploring, caressing.
    He bent over to kiss her again, and excitement stirred low in her belly, tingling through her body as his big palm covered her breast then skimmed down over her ribs and belly, coming to rest in the soft curls between her thighs.
    With deft, clever fingers, he parted her moist petals, strumming her clit gently before pressing two fingers against her wet, needy opening.
    She parted her thighs further, opening to him like a flower, and he pushed his fingers inside her with maddening slowness.
    As his tongue played in her mouth, he began to work his fingers in and out, stoking the fires inside her, beckoning her orgasm toward him. She moaned against his mouth, and he nipped her lower lip between his teeth.
    His fingers moved easily inside her, gliding through the slickness of her arousal, and she pushed her hips against his hand, begging him for more.
    When he drew back, she clutched at him, desperate for his touch, but she subsided with a groan of desire when she felt the blunt head of his