Dragon's willing mate

Ride of a lifetime

Èclaires

The smell immediately made Tor's mouth water. God knew what he was doing when he created her for him. She was everything he could want and her smell! Goodness! It took all his willpower to break free from her beautiful dark brown eyes with flickers of gold swirling in their depth. The bullet hitting the tree pulled her eyes from his as she looked around for the source.

Coming down the road was a black sedan with a man shooting with a long rifle out the window. Not soon after spotting them, another bullet rang as another bullet missed its target. Fear gripped Iris's stomach, but not for herself, whipping her head back around and clashing with those beautiful rain cloud eyes.

"We got to go," Iris urged, "Do you ride?" Quickly grabbing Tor's hand, Iris gasped before biting her lower lip to keep for making any more noises and embarrassing herself and if his hand squeezing her was any indication, this man was just as affected as she was.

"I dabble," He rumbled as she pulled him in the direction of her bike, not even aware he shrouded them in a blanket of electricity, which was bouncing bullets away from them.

"Then should I drive?" Iris glanced behind her silently, praying he would say no just so she could have the excuse of wrapping herself around his muscular frame.

I'll keep you safe, my sweet èclaire," Tor chuckled, "I've spent 200 years of my life fascinated with riding any motor vehicle I could get my hands on that could make me feel like I was flying." Iris watched him sing his leg over the bike and start out up, quickly setting up behind him.

"200 years?" Iris asked before quickly encircling her arms around his waist as he took off in the opposite direction of the bullets. 'How old was he?' Iris wondered quietly, but feeling him laugh just made her melt further into his back. Oh man, oh man! They said having a mate is one of the best feelings in the world, but how could she be so at peace with bullets flying over their heads? That was her real question. Plus, she's never let anyone ride her little crotch rocket, but she really didn't question Tor about it. Heck, she offered it up 10 seconds after meeting the man.

They drove for about 10 minutes, and she finally noticed they lost their pursuers amd they was quickly coming to her original destination, her old home. Before she could tell Tor to stop he was already pulling to the side of the road. As soon as they were both off Tor wrapped her up in his arms, inhaling deeply in her neck below her ear. The man had to be at least 6'6 tall because he made Iris feel tiny and she was closer to 5'9. All too soon he set her down but kept his hands resting on her waist.

"Are you in any danger?" Tor asked. He hasn't had anyone hunting dragons for more than half a millennium, so it worried him that his mate could've been in some serious trouble if he wasn't there. "Not all the time, but its part of my job description sometimes." Well that did little to soothe him, "And what's your job?" pulling her closer before playing with the ends of one of her locs. "I'm one of the ambassadors to build bridges between humans and the supernatural at Dayes Corp," Iris shook her head slightly leaning back to lock eyes with Tor, " so now are you one of the good ones or the bad ones?" Please be good, please be good! I didn't want to have to be mated to a bad guy, but if he was Iris was ready to join the darkside, but not without doing her hardest to make him join the good fight.

"Oh how lucky I am, to be one of the good ones then." Tor laughed watching her sigh in relief before looking at him with a new determination in her eyes. "Great, then the answer is yes." Before Tor could ask yes to what, Iris quickly reach placing her hands on his shoulders before slamming her lips against his. Iris gasped softly wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him access to control the kiss and boy did he take control! Tor made sure this kiss was slow and hungry swirling his tongue around with hers as his hands glided down her back, under her bum before hoisting her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist. Iris threw her head back for air, giving Tor prlerfect access to her her neck which he took to place hot wet kisses down her neck and collar bone, causing her to moan low at the sensations coursing through her.

"Sorry," Iris gasped, " I really wanted a taste too. Been thinking about since you asked."

"Well thank you little one," Tor smiled, " but now I can't get enough of it. How I wish I could take you home and devour you." The last part coming out as a growl, which should've frightened Iris, but only served to increase the heat that was quickly spreading in her lower stomach, making her clench her thighs tighter around his waist. She wanted to devour him too, she wanted to be devoured and for someone who never gave anyone the time of day and was still currently untouched, she knew this mate bond was making her bold.

" But know I would not do so until you agree to be marked mine," Tor continued, cupping her face in his hands, "because I have waited more than 2000 years to find you and once I have your permission, I won't let you go."