She puffed out her chest, noticed the way it distracted him and purposely did it again as she unwrapped the condom. She rolled the latex down his shaft.
“On top. I want to watch you. Guide me into place.”
Cassie didn’t like going on top. Kevin’s fault, because he’d criticized her body. Hone didn’t do that. His gaze roved her, but pure appreciation shone in his expression. She positioned herself and sank downward, savoring every instant of him impaling her. He filled her, made her happy, so happy.
And that was all that counted.
She rose and fell, her hand going between her legs to touch her clit. She went slow. She went fast. She varied the angle.
Hone groaned, his gaze holding hers. A hint of red showed and his pupils did a weird slitting thing before reverting to normal. His taniwha. Wow.
She squeezed her internal muscles, and Hone’s hands shaped her hips, guiding her motion. Up. Down. Fast. Slow. The slight prickle coalesced to a shining blast of pleasure. She groaned, her finger sliding across her slippery clit. It was too much, not enough. Another slide of her finger and she exploded, her world one of satisfaction and bliss. She was vaguely aware of Hone’s shout, the frenzy of movement before she sagged against him. Their lips met in a blast of passion. So much passion and pleasure, and in that moment, she thought maybe she loved Hone too.
* * * * *
The next morning
Cassie slept later than normal, and the birds sang outside when she finally woke. She was alone in the bed and the faint murmur of voices came from the kitchen. She threw her legs over the edge of the bed, smiling until she remembered.
Dragons.
June had wanted to kill her because apparently, she’d cheated on Manu with Hone.
Sober now, and still full of questions, she dressed quickly in a floral blouse with a fifties vibe and a pair of jean capris. Barefoot, she padded to the kitchen.
Jack and Hone were sitting at the kitchen counter and the scent of coffee enticed Cassie to grab an empty mug.
“How is Emma? Is she awake? Can I go and see her?”
Hone stood and gave her his bar stool. Instead of moving away, he placed his arm on her shoulder, the heavy weight comforting and welcome. His touch suffused her with joy because Kevin would’ve stood over the other side of the room, even after a night of intimacy, and he’d be all business. He’d criticize her style of dress.
Why don’t you wear something modern and trendy? You need to lose weight.
Hone loved her curves. Jack loved Emma’s curves. Must be a dragon thing.
“I gave Emma pills to make her sleep.”
“Is that safe for the baby?” Cassie asked.
“Yes, I spoke to our medic. She assures me the medication won’t harm the baby,” Jack said.
“Emma’s burns?”
“The salve helped control the pain. She’ll have scars on her arm and leg.” Jack growled, the vicious sound making Cassie squirm closer to Hone. “I wish I could kill June myself for hurting Emma. She knew Emma was more fragile than us and she didn’t care.”
“Where is Manu?”
“He’d gone when I got up to make coffee,” Jack said.
He’d seemed broken last night. Heck, he’d chopped off his mother’s head with a big ass sword. He had to be hurting. “Will he be all right?”
“I hope so,” Hone said. “His brothers understood there was no other choice, but Samuel will be a problem.”
“Anyone want breakfast?” Cassie asked. “I’ll cook something once I check on Emma.” She wandered off, coffee in hand. She pushed open the bedroom door, expecting Emma to be asleep. Instead, she found her struggling to get dressed.
Cassie rushed to the bed and set down her coffee on the nightstand. “You need help?”
“I don’t have a sleeveless blouse,” Emma said in frustration.
