“What about you and me?” I asked. “What do we do now?”
“You come with me,” he growled, his eyes burning green with desire. “We’re going to finish that conversation about you using alpha command on me.”
Twenty-Eight
Casimir
“And justwhere do you think you’re taking me?” she purred into my ear as I swept her up into my arms, her body draping sinuously across my chest and arms.
“Top floor. Penthouse suite,” I growled, reveling in the way her lower lip curled under her as the vibrations rattled her chest.
“Oh, my.” Anna looked up at me through her eyelashes. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” I promised her, meaning every word of it.
“Even if I don’t know any information that will help you?” she said coyly, wrapping some wayward strands of hair around a finger.
I couldn’t get up the stairs fast enough. I wanted her. Needed her. My dragon was just below the surface, surging against my restraint with its demands to have her.
“You’ll talk,” I threatened playfully. “My men are seen to. Your friend is recovering and protected by the dragon I trust most in the world. There is no distraction. I can take all thetime I need.”
“You’re incorrigible,” she play-whimpered, moving against me as I climbed.
I nearly exploded right there as her breasts rubbed against me, her hips shifting with subtle promises of what was to come. How did I ever get so lucky to have someone so perfect as my mate? I didn’t deserve her, but I was going to work my hardest tobecomeworthy of everything that made up Anna.
“That’s your fault. You shouldn’t have spoken to me that way.” I shifted my grip so I could place one hand firmly on her ass.
“I didn’t know I was doing it.” The play act faded briefly. “Seriously, I’ve never doneanythinglike that before. I don’t know how. It must have something to do with the way my dragon awoke from the mate bond, but I don’t know what.”
“Neither do I,” I admitted. “We’ll look into it when we get back to the citadel. I agree they’re definitely related, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten.”
“So your threat to bring me up here to interrogate me?”
I grinned wickedly as I nudged open the door to the top floor room. “Nothing but a masterful ploy to get you alone.”
“Why would you want something like that?” she asked breathlessly.
“Because my intentions are wicked, and my ideas are even worse,” I promised, setting herdown as the door clicked shut behind me.
Anna tried to pull away toward the bed, but I snatched up her hand and yanked her back to me. She gasped delightedly and arched up into the kiss I demanded of her. A soft moan followed as I ran a hand down her side, clutching her waist and pressing her against my hard cock.
The sweet scent of arousal filled the space between us, mixing with the vanilla and hint of cinnamon that always drove me wild when I got close enough to her. It was beyond addictive, and now as her clothes came free, I lived in it, letting it drive me crazy.
“Not fair. You have too much on,” she pouted when she was fully naked before my gaze.
“Then fix it,” I challenged, staring hungrily at the exposed flesh of her perfect body and wanting nothing more than to run my mouth over every bit of it to make her shudder with endorphin-based glee.
She came to me in a rush, grabbing at my shirt and yanking it off with flagrant disdain. I tried to go with it, but in her efforts, she pulled it hard over the still red skin on my wrist. Anna knew me too well, seeing right through my effort to pretend like it hadn’t stung.
“Oh, crap. I’m sorry!” she said, pausing. “Did that hurt?”
“Just stung a bit,” I admitted as she took the injured arm in her hands, turning it over gentlyto inspect. “I’m fine, though.”
“Will it heal?”
“It should.” I shrugged, looking away. “What’s one more scar if it doesn’t go away, though?”
Anna frowned, letting go of my hand to place her palm on my chest as she stared up at me. “They don’t bother me, Caz.”
