Rancher Dragon by Terry Bolryder (best ereader for manga .TXT) 📕

behind him, carrying her with such ease she could just relax in his strength as he held her.

She pulled back, looking at him eye to eye. “Of course I am. I’ve never been surer about anything in my entire life. I feel like there was a reason—call it destiny or whatever you want—that I found you out there on the range. Just like there was a reason my family’s spread just happened to border a certain ranch where a certain stubborn dragon just needed a little help to finally trust himself again. We were meant to find each other, I think.” She had felt it in her heart from the first time they’d kissed. From the first time she’d even laid eyes on him.

“I feel it too, with every breath in my lungs and every beat of my heart. I couldn’t possibly love anything else more than I love you, darlin’.”

He knelt onto the bed and laid her back onto it. Just the way their bodies melded together, with her thighs around his trim waist, his big chest pressed against hers, his arms surrounding her with love and devotion and safety, it was more than she could have ever dreamed she’d have.

And as much as she knew Beck lived to make her happy, Sierra was going to do the same for him as well.

He deserved to be treated like the wonderful, thoughtful man he’d always been.

Of course there would be bumps along the road, though. Every relationship had them. But what really mattered was how people responded to troubles in their lives. How they handled hard times as a team.

And after what they’d just been through, Sierra couldn’t imagine a problem in the world they couldn’t handle together.

Beck just looked into her eyes a moment, as if studying the planes of her face. And when he reached up his hand to cup her cheek, stroking his thumb over it lovingly, she found herself nuzzling against the warmth there, just the proximity of their bodies enough to already have her thoughts wandering with thoughts of them naked, joined, and breathless.

She really was the luckiest girl alive, she supposed.

“I’ve seen gemstones the size of oranges, deserts the colors of the rainbow, and snowcapped mountains at sunset so pretty an artist could never possibly put it to canvas.” He let out a long breath, watching her tenderly. “You put all of it to shame.”

And at that, his lips crashed over hers, and waves of emotion crested through her with radiant, steadying clarity. She parted her lips, and Beck’s tongue slid over hers, twisting and flicking until she was groaning against his mouth for more. More of him, everywhere.

There would never be enough Beck in her life. Not now. Not ever.

For several moments, he just worked across the inside of her mouth with utter precision. And when he pulled away to place rough, eager kisses along her neck, Sierra’s whole body started to heat with want.

After tonight, she’d be Beck’s mate.

Nothing could ever sound more wonderful than that.

Beck, who’d started slow and romantic, emanated a low growl as his hands found her sides, kneading the sensitive skin on her hips, and hiked her shirt up so he could tease her exposed breasts.

Sierra was grateful she hadn’t put on a bra after showering because his hands were everything as they squeezed her with just the right amount of pressure, his thumbs pressing into the centers. Arousal like tiny bolts of lightning went up and down her back as he traced little circles with the rough pads of his fingers before lightly tweaking the aching peaks hard enough to make Sierra moan loudly with arousal.

Beck was probably the fiercest protector in the whole state. But when it came to the bedroom, he was an even fiercer lover.

He put a hand on the small of her back, pulling her off the bed slightly and bringing her chest directly toward his mouth, where he licked and sucked until she was begging for more. Then he laid her down, slipped her sleep shirt over her head, and hooked a finger on both sides of the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down past her legs, along with her underwear.

She tugged at his shirt, and he obliged by taking it off before he spread her legs and looked down at her already wet center. He grinned, then licked his lips as he lowered himself to her sex.

Sierra almost came the moment his tongue slid over her clit, hips bucking against him the arousal was so strong. But he just placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs, giving her a moment to relax before he went all out with his dominant, possessive pleasuring.

“So hot,” she said, looking down to see Beck’s face between her legs as the tension in her skyrocketed.

“So fucking hot,” he said between licks, and the sight of his silver eyes looking up at her as he stimulated her relentlessly was too much to bear.

With a scream, she came, every nerve in her body exploding with release. Her hands gripped the sheets at her sides, tugging and pulling like she was holding on to a life raft, not her bed, as pleasure crashed through her.

Beck let her ease back onto the bed as she relaxed before going at her wet slit again with ravenous intensity.

In even less time than before, she was coming again, harder and faster as even the sound of his tongue covering her center was starting to become erotic to her eardrums.

By the time Beck seemed satisfied with what he’d done, Sierra was gasping for breath, writhing against the bed in a haze, someplace between having just orgasmed and already on her way to the next one.

But as much as being pleasured senseless by her Beck was a ride she never wanted to get off of, she ached to see him lose control as well. See him caught up in the throes of release as he filled and overwhelmed her everywhere.

Beck