I flinch at his statement about growing up with other dragons but quickly shake it off. “I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of girls fighting over you, but your overinflated ego is misleading you if you think that’s what was happening out there.” I gesture in the direction of the great room.
Aeson’s snort is incredulous, and he folds his arms over his chest, mirroring my stubborn stance. “I don’t need you to admit it, Claws. I know what I saw. So do the others.”
His mention of his Wing pisses me off even more, and an irritated growl crawls up my throat as I stride in the direction of the door that connects our rooms. This pointless conversation is over.
“Arrogant, presumptuous asshole,” I grumble to myself as I go.
Why the fuck would I feel territorial over Aeson Noctis? I’d like nothing more than to get as far from The Horde as I can. Yeah, I kissed him, but it was just a kiss. A moment of weakness, nothing more. I hate The Horde. I hatehim, his father, his older brother, and anyone else that benefited from the slaughter and suffering of my people. Does he not remember that they brought me here against my will? I’m sure as shit not fighting to stay, let alone getting all growly over his big Burner ass.
I’m halfway to the door when a large hand wraps around my arm and spins me back in the direction I’m trying to escape. I move to break Aeson’s hold, but the fucking dragon has speed and strength on me, and he gets a hold of both of my wrists. I try every move I know to reclaim my limbs, but every headbutt, kick, twist, hit, and body check fails me.
I clench my jaw and level Aeson with a murderous stare that doesn’t faze him in the slightest. It’s crystal clear the only way he’s going to let go is if he wants to. That, or if I shoot him with a pulse bow, but since I’m fresh out of those, it looks like I’ll be gnawing my arm off just to make a fucking point.
He steps into me and I back up until I hit a wall.
“You need proof, Claws? Fine, I’m happy to supply it,” he growls, and try as I might, it affects me.
Ihatethat it affects me.
He leans down until his eyes are level with mine and there’s no escaping his gaze or the intensity filling it.
“Was it her presence or her scent that set you off?” he asks, watching me, surveying me, his blue eyes blazing brighter with the question. “My guess is scent. That’s usually the one we’re more sensitive to at first. Did you see red, Claws? Imagine a hundred ways to kill her in the blink of an eye? Did your body move before you even told it to?”
He nuzzles the tip of his nose against mine, and I don’t know if I want to snarl at him to back off or claim his mouth to shut him up.
“What calmed you, my Syphon? Was it the loss of your sight, the change of scenery, or was it me? My touch? My scent? My hard dick pressing against your perfect ass? If I reached my hand inside your pants right now, would you be wet for me, Claws? Are you dripping for me? What kind of sounds will you make when I play with this pussy? Should we find out?”
Fuck me. I think we’re about to.
Desire fries my synapses, and longing anchors me to the way Aeson guides my hand down over my pants. He molds his fingers over mine until we’re both cupping between my thighs. My breaths are quick and needy. My nipples are hard, my breasts heavy, and my skin is entirely too sensitive for the way his breath is dancing down my neck and quivering across my collarbone. He grinds our palms against my clit while his words edge me closer to a truth I don’t want to acknowledge.
A soft moan escapes me, and Aeson’s knowing smile grows in response.
“Mmmm, just like that,” he whispers lewdly as he presses his forehead against mine. “Get nice and ready for me. Then I’ll lick you clean before I fuck the stubborn denial out of you.”
My hand presses harder, and the pace of the rhythmic circles against my clit starts to pick up. I pretend it’s his doing, but it might be mine. This is a really bad idea, but just like our kiss before, it feels entirely too good to stop. I’ve been nothing but tense and on edge since I was brought here, and the idea of unraveling, even for just a second, is too tempting to walk away from.
If I can just take a small break, breathe for a little while without feeling like I’m being crushed by all the fear, anger, and pressure, then I can pick it all back up and carry on.
“Fuck,” I whimper as my climax starts to build.
“There it is, my Syphon,” Aeson purrs. “Break open for me, Beautiful. I want to see your surrender dripping down your thighs.”
My head falls back and I ride the ascending tide of our combined touch and his filthy words. Out of nowhere, a hard knock pounds through the room. The sound startles me out of my chase for release, and my head snaps in the direction of the door. Aeson’s snarl is baleful and dangerous. And it almost tips me over the edge, but then his hand stops between my thighs, and the orgasm I was eager for flutters away.
“What?” Aeson snaps, lifting his head from mine and shooting daggers in the direction of the door and whoever’s daring to interrupt us.
“Your meeting with the Council starts in ten minutes,” Karis announces tentatively.
Looks like the big man drew the short straw.
Aeson’s frustrated sigh brushes across my fevered skin, and he puts a few inches of space between us. It’s exactly what I need to come to my senses. I breathe air that isn’t saturated with only his scent, and it helps me realize how fucking stupid I’m being right now.
Before he can change his mind and erase the distance he just put between us, I slide out from where Aeson has me pinned against the wall. He lets me. And something inside of me is both relieved and disappointed by that. I’m quick to kick the latter part of that thought in the face and focus on straightening my clothes and collecting myself.
I can feel Aeson’s eyes on me, but I don’t dare meet them.
That was close.
