And also my raging boner.
“Well?” I prompted when Rorik didn’t respond.
His lower lip was pursed in a rugged way, and his brow screwed up in thought. I didn’t blame him for feeling overwhelmed. If everything he told me was true, then his mind must’ve been a raging storm of conflicting thoughts.
How could I get him to open up to me? To believe in his own emotions?
“I don’t know,” Rorik finally admitted. “I’m used to following orders. It’s difficult to do anything else.”
“Except fighting. You’re good at that,” I pointed out.
Rorik’s dark eyes flashed with pride, and his huge chest puffed out. “I am an excellent warrior. That is true.”
My eyes were drawn to his round pecs. They were hefty and coated with fine pale hairs. But underneath the fat was rippling muscle. Rorik could probably bench press a horse.
I swallowed to stop salivating, but my cock still twitched in my pants. It was getting harder to resist him. My instincts screamed at me to claim Rorik. My dragon sidecravedhim.
But if Rorik was frightened by my inner dragon, could he ever truly want me back?
He met my gaze evenly. He wasn’t scared… not now, anyway.
Maybe this moment was what we both needed.
My heart pounded in my chest. My pants felt tighter than ever.
I blew out a breath. “Listen, I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m horny as hell right now. I’m not in a mental state to make good decisions. I want to do something for you. Anything.”
Another flash of confusion flitted across Rorik’s gaze. “You make no sense, dragon,” he mumbled. “Why would you want to doanythingfor me?”
Words clawed at my throat, the ones I wanted to scream:Because I think you’re my fated mate.
I swallowed again, thicker this time. “Because I like you. And you’re really fucking hot.”
Holy Drake, I sounded desperate. And I was. With Rorik naked and pinned beneath my waist, how could Inotbe?
A blush bloomed on Rorik’s cheeks. He was so fucking adorable when he blushed.
“You keep saying that I’m hot,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I’m big, fat, and hairy.”
Anger sizzled in my blood. He wasn’t as self-conscious as Mylo had been when Aurum and I first met him, but I still disliked hearing Rorik talk negatively about his weight.
“Exactly. You’re sexy as fuck,” I stated, a dragon’s growl slipping into my voice.
Rorik’s eyes flashed. “I… I don’t know how to react to that statement.”
An instinct rose up within me like a plume of smoke:Take the lead.
I loomed closer to Rorik so our faces nearly touched. I wanted to gauge his reaction. So far, he’d been genuine with me. Hell, he’d even admitted his plan to murder me. It didn’t get more honest than that.
“If you let me, I’m going to touch you,” I said quietly. “I want to make you feel good. That’s it. If you don’t like anything, tell me and I’ll stop.”
I didn’t mention his ‘alpha superiors’, whoever the fuck they were, even to remind him that I wasn’t like them. But Rorik read between the lines. His eyes widened with a hopeful gleam, and his breathing quickened. He didn’t look scared or uncomfortable.
“Saffron,” he murmured.
I shuddered in pleasure. Fuck, I loved how he said my name. “Yeah?”
Rorik’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I have never been kissed before.”
