59. ANGEL

Excitement filled me as Nate carried me over to the basin. He grabbed a clean towel from the cabinet, dried my body, and then wrapped it around me. Another towel was used to dry my hair as much as he could. He surprised me by opening the drawer and pulling out a hairdryer.

“Where did that come from?”

“Lucas ordered you a few things.”

“Oh.”

He plugged it in and without saying a word, he started blow-drying my hair. When he was done, he reached for the brush and started brushing out the tangles.

My mother was the only one who ever combed my hair and that had only been up until I could do it on my own.

My eyes fluttered closed as my body relaxed and my mind blanked.

It felt good being taken care of, but I didn’t want to get too used to it. Nothing good ever came from attachments.

I opened my eyes and blinked at our reflection in the mirror.

Nate was a lot taller than me. The top of my head barely touched his shoulders. He was fit, tall, and muscular, 9and every woman’s dream.

Yet, I was the lucky one who got him all for myself.

A thought hit.

“Do you have harems?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

Nate froze. “What?” He slowly raised his head.

Our eyes locked in the mirror.

“Do you have harems?” I repeated. “I know in some cultures men are allowed to have more than one wife. Do you have more than one mate?”

His eyes widened and then narrowed. “We only have one mate,” he said softly. “It was a bit of a surprise to find out that my brothers and I share one.”

My eyes dropped to Lucas’s mark and then over to my other shoulder where Mason had marked me. There was only a bite mark that was just starting to heal.

“Why didn’t I get a dragon like I did when Lucas marked me?”

Nate said nothing.

Placing the brush down, he braided my hair and then gripped my hips. His eyes locked on the mark of his brothers. Reaching up, he brushed his fingertips against Lucas’s mark. The blue dragon moved down my arm, revealing Lucas’s bite on my shoulder. It was completely healed.

Nate’s fingertips brushed over the bite mark for a few seconds and then disappeared. The moment he pulled his hand away, the dragon moved up my arm again and settled on my shoulder, covering the mark.

I shivered when he touched Mason’s mark. It was still a little tender to the touch, but it didn’t really hurt.

He frowned as his hand dropped back to my hip.

“When you were injured…” He paused. “Lucas was hurt as well. He pressed his body to yours, wound to wound. And you woke up with that.”

“So, we shared…blood.” Saying it out loud made me feel kind of sick.

Mixing blood was never a good idea, it could lead to all kinds of infections. On Earth at least.

My men weren’t exactly human.

My men…

They belonged to me, didn’t they? They were mine and I was theirs.

“I want to mark you too,” I muttered, brows dripping down into a frown.

Nate spun me around to face him. He looked amused.

Reaching up, he pressed a fingertip to my lip and pushed it up slightly, exposing some of my teeth.

“You’ll leave a mark if you bite hard enough,” he muttered.

“That’s going to hurt.”

He smiled. “I wouldn’t mind some pain if it means carrying your mark on my skin.”

My lips parted but words deserted me. Nate picked me up and spun around, making his way into the bedroom. He carried me over to the bed and paused next to it, to tug the towel from my body before he lowered me onto my back.

I reached up and pressed my hands to his chest as he hovered above me. My eyes followed the movement of my hands as they slipped lower on his chest. I paused when I reached for the towel.

He didn’t stop me.

Tugging the towel loose, I threw it aside.

I licked my lips as I reached out with a shaky hand and wrapped it around his semi-hard length.

Nate sucked in a breath, but he didn’t pull away or try to stop me.

I explored his length with my fingertips, enjoying the fact that my touch made him grow harder. He shivered and muttered something under his breath that was too low for me to hear.

“Let go,” he ordered gruffly.

My hand instantly fell away.

Nate fell to the side onto his back and reached for me.

I gasped when he easily maneuvered my body over his. Colour flooded my cheeks. I was seated on his chest, my back to his face. He gripped my hips and squeezed.

“Sit on my face, honeybee,” he growled.

“W-what?”

“I’ve been ready too,” he said softly. “Ever heard of the sex position called 69.”

I blinked. Before I could utter a word, Nate moved me again, jerking me back with my knees on either side of his face and my pussy hovering over his face.

A shiver raced down my spine when he blew warm breath against my sex.

“I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock,” he growled. “But I want to taste you too.”

Wrapping his hands around the top of my thighs, he pulled me down. A moan fell from my lips at the first touch of his tongue flicking over my clit.

My eyes dropped to his cock.

Swallowing, I leaned forward and hesitated another second before I wrapped my hand around his length and guided it toward my mouth. My lips parted, tongue flicking out to collect the pre-cum at the tip of his cock.

I moaned, taking him deeper into my mouth.

It was hard to focus on him when he was sucking on my clit. I gave up sucking him in case I accidentally bit him. Dropping my forehead to his hip, I sucked in unsteady breaths as I stroked his cock with my hand instead.

My hips rolled against his mouth.

It felt too good. Especially when he entered me with his tongue.

The orgasm was nearing, I could feel it.

Nate growled when he wrapped his lips around my clit again. I could feel the vibrations all the way down to my toes. The orgasm hit, making my body tense and mouth open in a silent moan.

He instantly pulled away.

I sighed, my body slowly relaxing. He didn’t give me much time to recover though. I was flipped onto my back and then pulled closer to him. His body covered mine, face lowering to capture my lips in a slow kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and parted my legs for his hips.

Nate reached between us, fingers brushing my pussy. They were replaced a second later with his cock. Pulling back, he stared down at me as he slowly entered me.

“Are you going to mark me?” I breathed.

Nate’s eyes had darkened a few shades, but they still looked somewhat normal.

When Mason marked me, his eyes had changed too.

“I’ll mark you if you mark me,” he growled.