Page 90 of The Ice Prince's Fated Mate
“Yes. If you’re going to let me claim you, it means you will need to submit to me.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “Here. In the bedroom. My dragon will accept nothing else when we claim our mate. Out there, in the world, we desire an equal. But in here … you must be ours.”
Submit? I bit my lip. “W-what would that entail?”
Dirk pulled me closer, his hand running up my far side to elicit dangerous desires.
“It means doing as you’re told. Being a good girl for me.”
“Are you going to hurt me?”
His eyes glowed. “Never. That’s not what I mean. Submitting means letting go. Not taking initiative. Doing as you’re told and enjoying knowing that by being a good girl, you’re going to be rewarded for it.”
I shivered at the lust in his voice. This wasn’t at all what I’d expected. “Rewarded?”
“Yes. If you’re good for me, you get pleasure.”
“What kinds of things will I have to do to get it?” I asked, not realizing I was already leaning down the slope.
Dirk leaned in and nipped at my earlobe, his breath on my skin incredibly sensual in the moment, so hot and intense. “For instance, I might take you by your hair like this, and order you to stand up.”
His fingers slid up the back of my neck, taking firm but not painful hold of my hair. I rose obediently, without thinking, though he gave me plenty of time to shake him off. I didn’t.
Dirk’s growl of delight filled my tiny room, and I could see his pants tighten.
“Now what?” I asked, standing still.
“Take your clothes off,” he rumbled, stepping back. “Slowly. While I watch.”
My mouth dried up. “You want me to strip for you?”
“Until you’re naked. I want to see every inch of your perfect body. To know where I’ll be kissing and licking and touching. You are perfection, and I intend to admire it.”
Hoping desperately that I was doing it right, I reached down and lifted the hem of my shirt.
“Slower,” he commanded, his eyes wide as I bared first my stomach and then my chest to him. “Good girl.”
I couldn’t suppress the thrill of it. I’d never imagined stripping for my mate, but as I removed each item of clothing, his eyes only grew brighter and the bulge in his pants thicker. At one point, when I turned around after dropping my underwear to the floor, I found him stroking himself through his pants.
Touching himself to the sight of me.
“Get on your knees,” Dirk ordered, and I all but fell to the floor, knowing what he was going to say next.
He undid his pants and slid them down. Without being told, I reached for his cock.
“Good girl.”
There was no denying the heat growing between my legs. I wanted to please my mate and show him that I was his. Just like when we were in that little attic and I had taken control, now it was Dirk’s turn.
I was dripping with excitement, my thighs rubbing together as I settled on my knees in front of him. I gripped the base of his cock and ran my tongue up his thick shaft, eagerly tasting a bead of precum on the tip. That earned me another compliment and a stroke of my face that did things it shouldn’t have to my body.
I’d never let anyone have this sort of power over me before.
But I also haven’t asked anyone else to claim me before either.
Besides, although Dirk had ordered me to my knees, when I took his cock in my mouth and his eyes disappeared behind hooded lids, something occurred to me. Just who was in control? I was where he wanted, but I was in charge of his pleasure. In truth, I wasn’t really giving up control.
Not entirely.
“My turn,” he growled minutes later.
