I shiver, and I thrust against him, my hips betraying me as I rub myself along his hard cock like a wanton harlot. Gods, I want him.
“Tell me, my treasure.” He twists my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending sparks of heat crackling through me. “Give yourself to me.”
I want to. Gods, how I want to. I open my mouth to ask him, tobeghim to fuck me, but instead what comes out is “no.”
“No.” He meets my gaze, his serpentine eyes blinking. “No, my treasure?”
“I—I’m not ready.” I let out a long sigh, the simple act clearing my head a little. “I’m not … I’ve never?—”
“I would never hurt you.” He blinks again, and his pupils have returned to normal. “Larellin, you must know I would never harm you.” He cups my cheek and kisses me more gently this time.
I want to believe him. A big part of me already does, but I’m still not thinking clearly. Not when I’m naked beneath a DragonKin and seriously considering giving him my maidenhead.
“I can’t make this decision lightly.” I swallow thickly. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He kisses me again, then leans back, a smirk creeping across his chiseled cheeks. “I tasted my treasure.” He licks his lips.
My skin pebbles at his lewdness, at his self-satisfied expression. I hate arrogance, but something about the way he calls me his treasure … I find myself not hating it at all.
He slowly rises, his gaze raking over my naked body. “Stay out here, pet. Unless you’d care to watch.” He reaches into his breeches and grips his thick cock, a groan rising from him as he slowly gives himself a stroke.
I look away, my cheeks hot. Gods, I want to watch him. Does that make me a trollop? What would my mother say? That thought is like falling into a cold river. I roll to my side and close my eyes while drawing the blanket over me. “N-no.”
He walks away, and soon after I hear the most erotic groan from the bathing room. And not just a groan, it’s my name. He moans my name as he finishes himself.
I curse the hot pulse between my thighs and clench my eyes shut. Gods, what have I gotten myself into?
The bed shifts, and I find Vander beside me, his shirt gone as he settles under the covers.
“What are you?—”
“Relax, pet.” He meets my eyes. “Our deal still holds. I won’t take you until you ask me to. But Iwillsleep in our bed from now on.”
“But—” I glance to the hall.
“Worried about what my brothers will think?” He smirks.
Yes. And Lenka. And the wolven. And—I start spiraling, worry eating away at me.
“Relax, pet.” He puts his hands under the back of his head, his broad chest golden in the candlelight. “Get some sleep.”
He can’t sleep here. What if the others heard what we did? Gods, was I loud? Does it matter? Vander can hear far better than any mortal. Oh, Gods, were theylistening?
“I said relax.” He reaches over and pulls me to him.
I protest, but he wraps his arm around me. “Be still, pet. You’re safe. You’ve nothing to fear.”
“You’re naked.” I can’t hide the horror in my voice.
“We’re sleeping,” he says as if it’s completely normal to sleep without bedclothes.
“I have to?—”
“Sleep, pet. I know you’re tired.” He smirks again, smug satisfaction on his face.
I smack his chest, but he only smiles bigger, his eyes still closed. I huff out a breath and rest against him. His scales aren’t hard like I thought they’d be. Instead, they’re warm and—though not as soft as skin—almost like a leathery hide. Not unpleasant at all. Besides, it’s not as if I can get out of the trap of his arms. His heart thumps strong in his chest, and despite my worry, I find that I can fall asleep quite easily in a dragon’s embrace.
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