Sheer black fabric laid around her toned waist before stretching out the length of her golden legs. It was light, airy, and the farthest thing from coverage.
And not what I fucking asked for, Iris.
My instructions were very clear: cover the troublesome thing, not make the human look like a goddess of the bleeding night.
The see-through fabric posing as a skirt was split down the middle, so even when the human barely shifted, I didn’t have trouble making out her luscious shape. A temptation I fought from where I stood near my desk. I’d taken to standing in the last ten minutes because the state of my lower half was…tragic.
Bloody hell, her smell wouldn’t leave me alone, and now this? It was only a matter of time before I did something I never imagined I’d ever want, let aloneneed,to do. The storm—the beast—demanded it.
Mine.
I’d dressed her so I didn’t have to see that tempting stomach, perfect breasts, shapely thighs, round ass, and thin, barely-there underwear I caught sight of every time I glanced her way. So I wouldn’t have to fight my baser urges to fuck her anytime the thing growled or glared at me. So I could ignore the effect she clearly had on my errant body.
If anything, the temptation was worse in the outfit Iris chose. After bathing the filth from the human’s golden skin and pale hair, she was practically glowing against the contrast of my dark sheets.
She was taller than the other human females I’d encountered. Her height was more dragon than human, but to me, perfect. It was a shame she rarely did anything but stay on her knees or crouch. Though, the way she glowered from the floor was blood to my cock every time.
Something about her glare set my nerves on edge and put fire in my blood. It wasn’t the look of a victim; it was the stare of a predator. I wanted to see more of it—the strength and violence; the desire for blood and retribution; the conviction that one day she’d destroy us all. The more I observed her, the more dragon she became.
I’d seen that ruthless gleam in her glacial irises when Vektor attempted to subjugate her with his brutality. Her icy glare embodied the viciousness of a killer, and it made my cock fucking throb.
I’d never seen anything so beautiful.
Nothing that arrogant bastard did moved her. She wasn’t afraid of him. I couldn’t explain why a feeling of pride swelled in my chest when I saw her meet his stare dead-on, but I’d nearly killed the shameless dragon myself for thinking he had any right to touch what was mine.
Vektor was someone I would personally exile from the Sky Demons had I been given the freedom to do so without consequence. Someone I wouldn’t mourn losing in a battle. But he was the close confidant of Void. They both enjoyed torture, made evident by his public display earlier. He was among the influential dragon families who preferred the old ways.
The dragon thought himself vicious and powerful because of the humans he harmed and the dragon families he knew, but he was a coward and scarcely more useful than a human in a war. I couldn’t wait for the day when he fucked up enough that even Void’s love for him and his titles couldn’t save him from the punishment I’d rain down on him.
My eyes strayed over to the bed where the human was watching with that unwavering stare of hers. Always waiting. Feigning fear and ignorance, when her piercing gaze spoke of nothing but cleverness and violence.
The feeling from earlier was back—the pride, the possession, the yearning to know more.
I wasn’t convinced she was human. Perhaps she was a dragon with weak blood posing as one. Another faction could’ve installed her as a spy or assassin. It was just clever enough to work, and it’d explain why she made it through when no one else had. It might’ve worked had I not already been suspicious of the blatant disregard of my orders.
I’d seen through her scared human act from the moment she appeared in our throne room. Nothing about her was a victim. Far from it. Had it been anyone else, and they’d be dead before my brothers had a chance to breathe a word of argument, but I’d found reasons to keep her. Told myself I could gather information if she were here on a mission for another faction. I’d play her games, rise to her challenges, test her patience, and watch her victim act unravel.
But that was just an excuse. I wanted to keep her, and I couldn’t fathom a reason greater than satisfying a growing curiosity to discover what secrets she kept. I hadn’t been this excited since…
War.
I craved her like I craved spilling blood.
One thing was clear to me as time passed and she stayed quietly observant, this creature intrigued me more than anything ever had before. I needed to figure her out even should it be a grave mistake.
One move, and her citrus scent flooded my nostrils. I couldn’t think anymore, just breathe. I snapped my head back to the desk and tried to tame the beast in my pants.
My cock couldn’t be harder. I was on the edge of a shift. I’d barely kept parts of my body from changing. The beast was alive in my head, roaring his demands, bent on having what was rightfully ours. Viciously hungry for her.
Craving the battle of fucking her.
It didn’t help to recall that violent glare she leveled on Vektor. The human could easily be the first of her kind to kill a dragon in Sky Demons territory in decades, assuming she wasn’t part dragon like I suspected. For some strange reason, it made my mouth water and transformation ripple across my sensitive flesh, close to taking hold.
Every time my eyes strayed to the bed, she was a feast waiting for me. A temptation I never anticipated.
And I was fucking starving.
A feral growl sat in my throat. That tempting triangle of fabric just below her navel was an outright insult. My claws ached to rip the offensive thing away. It was a bloody eyesore. Everything she wore was.
