“No. Come here.” Sinking to a seat again on the chaise, Reginald beckoned for Layla. He had a dangerous look in his eyes now, even though it was still deeply sexy – a look that dared her to defy him. They’d played this game countless times since she’d become his Partner, and something inside Layla roared with pleasure to engage their game of dominance and defiance yet again. With a lifted eyebrow, she came, settling to a seat upon the chaise next to him.
“What are we doing?” She spoke archly, unable to remain entirely submissive to his agenda. But that was part of their game.
“You’ll see.” He smiled secretively, darkly terrible. “Just breathe.”
“Breathe?” Layla was about to sass him when Reginald suddenly bent, taking up her right ankle and extending her leg, settling her foot and high heel in his lap. It threw Layla off balance and she fell back to her hands upon the chaise. Watching her, his grey eyes piercing but also calm, Reginald slid one hand out, skimming his fingers over Layla’s foot, tickling lightly.
She laughed in surprise, pulling her foot back in a reflex jerk, but before she could escape, Reginald seized her ankle. Using his strength, he gripped her ankle hard in his hand, wrapping his long fingers around her until she could feel how strong he was. His gaze sharpened upon her, hot with ice-blue showing through the grey now, along with a dark glimmer of gold.
It was a damn good look, a fiercely sexy look, and it caught Layla’s breath hard. Her heart was suddenly hammering, her breath fast as her Dragon roared inside her veins, eager to play. It was a look of want, and control, and uncompromising dominance, echoed by the grip of his fingers upon her. It was a look Reginald had given her only once before at the Owner’s party in the fall, when she had attacked him with her magics and he’d truly shown his dominant nature; rolling her so hard and fast with his power that Layla had collapsed in his arms. He’d looked at her this way that night, when he’d kissed her with delicious abandon and overwhelming passion. It had been cruel how he’d rolled her, how he’d forced his magic deep into her throat with his kiss.
And it had been divine.
Layla felt that memory heave up in a hard wave as Reginald gripped her now, watching her with his cruel, scintillating gaze. She saw his full lips part and his eyes brighten, feeling her excitement and his also, as he relived their shared memory through the Bind. Heat roared between them as their Dragons joined the game – a game of seeing whether or not the drake was strong enough to fight the drakaina into submission. It was a mating-game, something animals did to make certain the male was a worthy partner, and everything inside Layla reveled in that knowledge.
That Reginald wanted to fight her – until he could fuck her.
Layla’s heart hammered in her chest. Fire surged through her veins, the wind of her magics stirring around her as Reginald stared her down. Digging the pads of his fingers into the hollow of her ankle, Reginald began to massage her deep and erotically slow, even as his iron grip crushed her. Pinning her with his gaze, he held her with his eyes even as his sensually dominant grip threw her head back with pleasure. A sensation that was just this side of cruel, he knew how to hold her – firm and uncompromising, letting her feel his Dragon’s strength and know she would not be able to wrest herself away from him.
No matter how hard she fought.
Layla tried struggling just to feel it, pulling back against his fingers. But Reginald’s grip was iron, and as she fought, he dug his fingers in deeper until she could feel his short fingernails in her skin like talons. Layla’s breath caught and something deep inside her roared at that touch of sensual pain. She liked this game – a lot.
And her drakaina liked it even more.
“Easy, drakaina.” Heat roared from Reginald’s gold-flecked eyes as he massaged her ankle, deep and slow.
“What if I don’t want it to be easy?” Layla gasped, writhing on the chaise from the pleasure he was giving her already.
“I want you to be easy.” He spoke back, dominance and pleasure shining from his eyes. “I want you to be calm beneath my hands, Layla.”
“What if I can’t be?” Layla shuddered, arching in pleasure as his fingers stroked her. Slipping to the thin straps of her silk high heels, his long fingers began to dance over her skin in an erotic flow as he slowly and deftly undid her shoe.
“Then I will calm you, beloved. By force, if necessary.”
Slipping Layla’s high heel from her foot, Reginald’s gaze was murderously hot as he began to slowly massage her trapped foot and calf. It was deliciously erotic as he touched her, every sensation intensified. Somehow, he made the massage heighten her harder rather than soothe her; every grip of his fingers just a little too deep.
Every slide of his hands just a little too cruel.
As he massaged her leg, Layla began to feel the implacable power of the ocean curl around her. Their eyes met as he continued, and she watched a deep pleasure fill his face as his full lips parted–beginning to breathe his magic around her now in a slow, powerful dance. The tide of his mesmeric magic was relentless, and Layla found herself fighting it. As strong as his hand had been around her ankle, the depth and power of Reginald’s ocean was roaring – and as Layla fought it, she felt it move her. Flowing through her body, curling through every vein, his power wanted to devour her in a slow, steady tide, until every part of Layla’s body was filled by it.
Filled by him.
“What are you doing?” She breathed hard as his hand slid up, massaging her bare thigh and the back of her knee. Stroking, gripping, his fingernails lengthened into short talons, digging into her flesh carefully as his hands gripped behind her thigh, up beneath her dress. His gaze had gone very bright with gold now – a mean little smile curling his lips as Layla spasmed in pleasure, her leg jerking in his grip.
“Easy…” Reginald crooned, a dark, utterly sexy anticipation in his eyes. Layla felt his power roar around her now, the sound of the ocean slamming into her from his mesmeric gaze. She gasped, falling back on the chaise and writhing beneath the crush of his seas and the grip of his hands and the cruelty of those short talons. She felt her Dragon rush up fast to counter that power, to slap it back in a wave of heat as a scorched scent roared from her in a burst of etheric golden fire. She felt it hit Reginald; she felt that energy shudder him.
But it only made his lips smile more in anticipation of everything they could do to each other.
“Why are you fighting me, Layla? Why are you fighting your Partner tonight?” Reginald breathed, an edge to his voice as he massaged her thigh higher, gripping her all the way up under the skimpy silk where her thigh met her groin. He was so close to touching her that Layla arched, undulating in a hard wave upon the chaise. But still, he kept his touch deftly away, instead slipping his hand up behind her thigh, massaging her bare ass. With one hand, he gripped her hips, hauling her closer until she was reclining fully on her back upon the chaise.
While he slipped his long fingers up under her sheer thong, gripping his hand into her hip.
The silk dress had slid up, one side bunched around Layla’s waist now as Reginald slid his hand slowly, cruelly toward her groin. Slipping his long fingers under her thong, he cupped her sex. Pressing down with weight and power, he dug his fingertips in between her legs, cruel and firm, and the sensation of his possession of her with those short talons threw Layla’s head back with a cry. She arched beneath him, roaring with energy. As if Reginald pressed the entire power of the ocean into her, she could feel his cruel heat as he gripped her sex now, digging in with his short talons and scratching her just the barest amount; exquisitely. Leaning in above her, his gaze was amazing as he watched her writhe.
As he felt her drakaina’s power roar out in a scalding rush all through the swimming hall.
“Reginald!” Layla gasped, bucking beneath his hand, needing him so hard everything inside her hurt with delicious pleasure.
