“Alaric!” I gasp in shock.
“No one can see us,” he reassures me, sounding out of breath.
“Alaric,” I repeat again as his hands slide into my pants.
His other hand digs into the back of my hair, and he cradles my face as his fingers brush along the outside of my pussy. My heart’s hammering, and I know I should tell him to stop. That someone might see us, but the truth is, I don’t want him to stop. I want to see exactly what this focused man is capable of.
And then… he starts touching me. I melt. My knees are trembling, threatening to give out. He strokes me over and over again, gently, getting me so wet that I can feel myself dripping. Soaking my panties.
Rocking against him, my eyes close as he kisses and sucks his way down my neck, and then one of his fingers slips inside of me. I gasp, gripping his arm. “Alaric.”
“Shhhh,” he whispers. “Be a good girl and take my finger.”
Fuck. Alaric?The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
He adds a second finger to the first and fucks me with his fingers like a man built to do this and only this. Every time I think I’m getting close, like I can’t take any more, he adds another finger, until he has four of them deep inside of me.
“Alaric.” His name tears from my lips. “Please.”
But he’s not done yet. The man said he was skilled. And he meant it. He teases and taunts, bringing me close to the edge, then dragging me right back. I’ve never felt such a raw mix of desperation, need, and frustration in my life. I can’t decide if I want to kill him or trap his hand between my thighs and finally fuck his hand.
“Alaric.” Now his name is a warning.
He gives a low husky laugh and bites my neck gently. “You’re going to come when I say you can come.”
Now, Idohit his shoulder and try to ride him harder, but he pulls away.
“Not yet,” he murmurs in my ear.
“You fucking asshole pr–” He shoves himself deeper inside of me, and the words get caught in my throat. “I’m dripping!” I finally manage, angry and aroused all at once.
“Oh, I know,” he says, so damn cocky.
“I’m going to make you stop.” I give the empty threat out of desperation. “I’ll leave and get myself off.”
His breath is warm in my ear. “No, you won’t.”
His rhythm picks up. I thrust my hips to meet his every move. My head rolls back and he fucks me with his hand so hard that I can’t remember my own name, and then my orgasm hits so hard that I actually stop breathing for a whole damn minute before dragging in a ragged breath. Stars dance over my vision, and the nerves in my pussy seem like they’ll never stop firing. My legs shake, barely keeping me standing, and my head spins.
I blink my eyes open and look at him. Alaric is staring down at me, a look of complete satisfaction on his face, like he just came out as the top dragon rider. Which, maybe he did.
He pulls his hand out of my pants, buttons me back up, and then leans down and gives me another earth-shattering kiss. “This might’ve been more lust than romance, but I can give you romance, Harper. Just give me a chance.”
I nod, still feeling out of sorts. “I will.”
His expression grows more serious. “I will never link myself to a woman who doesn't want me.”
I give a breathless laugh. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.”
He seems to study me, those deep brown eyes of his even darker for a long moment. “And, Harper… if that’s what I can do with one hand, imagine what I can do with the rest of me?”
I shiver.
He kisses me again.
There’s a noise, a disturbance of some kind. I turn and see Arthur out on the walkway. He spots us and starts runningtoward us, waving his hands. His dirty blond hair is a mess in the wind, and his expression is that of a child being called to get a candy.
“Harper!” he shouts.
