Azh pressed his thickening erection against her hip, a moan of pleasure rumbling in his throat.
“It depends on what you’re wishing for.” He nuzzled the tender spot below her ear. “Tell me what you desire, Wynn.”
She trembled, but not from fear. Instead she boldly grabbed his face in her hands and pulled him down for a kiss that sent jolts of bliss ricocheting through him.
“This,” she muttered against his lips.
“A wish I’m happy to grant.” He returned her kiss with a fierce heat, his flames swirling around them like a tornado. “Anything else?”
“Yes.” She nipped at his lower lip, as if savoring the taste of him. “What color are your scales?”
Azh blinked, caught off guard by the question. Then, with a low growl, he grabbed the silken material of his shirt and casually ripped it off his body. Wynn sucked in a sharp breath as he slowly released his magic, revealing the shimmer of crystal-blue scales tipped with silver.
“Stunning,” she breathed, lowering her hands to run them over the translucent scales rippling over the muscles of his chest. “They remind me of the ocean on a winter night. The bluest of blues kissed with moonlight.” She scraped her nails down his flat stomach totrace his clenched abs. Azh hissed in ecstasy, a soul-deep craving to claim this woman shuddering through him. “And your wings?”
Releasing another burst of power, Azh spread his wings just far enough to give Wynn a glimpse of the silvery leather that looked too thin to hold a full-grown dragon but were as strong as steel and capable of slicing through the scales of his enemies. Bluish flames danced over the edge of the folded sections, hinting at the enormous span that he kept tucked against his back. If he actually spread his wings to their full length, they would destroy the small hotel.
“Oh, Azh,” Wynn murmured, her expression suddenly wistful.
Azh cupped her cheek in his hand, a sudden pang of worry slicing through him. Had she decided that he was too much? This was the first time she’d had a glimpse of his true nature. Was she worried he was more beast than man?
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re so beautiful. And powerful.” Her hand moved to trace the outline of his wing, sending quivers of electric pleasure through Azh. “You’re a god. And I’m a mere mortal.”
Azh clenched his teeth as the ground seemed to crumble beneath his feet and he felt himself soaring through the emptiness on a surge of joyous relief. Wynn wasn’t repelled by his true self. She called him a god. But even as he relished the awe in her voice, he was aggravated that she could ever consider herself less than astonishing.
“There’s nothingmereabout you,” he rasped, lifting his head to glare down at her. “And I’m not a god. I’m just a male desperately hoping he can please his female.”
She stubbornly shook her head. “Dragons are never just—”
Her protest died on her lips as Azh dropped to his knees, tilting back his head to meet her stunned gaze.
“Wynn, I’m captivated and bewitched and utterly at your mercy.”
The uncertainty slowly faded from her magnificent eyes, replaced with a smoldering anticipation that sizzled through Azh.
“At my mercy? I like the sound of that.”
Azh surged upright, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he slowly slid her coat off her shoulders. The heavy material slid down her body, hitting the floor with a loud thud. He chuckled, wondering how many lethal objects she was carrying around with her. Then the warm scent of her desire blossomed in the air, adding fuel to the flames dancing over his skin, and he groaned.
“You like the sound of having me at your mercy?” he teased, hurriedly removing the rest of her clothing to reveal her delicate perfection.
Desire blasted through him, the heat so intense he struggled to keep from singeing the delicate skin.
“Yes. It’s only fair,” she chided. “You crashed into my world and forced me to remember that I’m more than a thief.”
“Much more.” He cupped his hands under her backside, lifting her off her feet as he pressed her tight against the wall. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. A moan was ripped from Azh’s throat as he buried his face against her throat and sucked in her sweet scent. “You’re a thief, and an elusive chameleon and a pain in the ass.”
“Azh.” Wynn arched back to grind herself against the hard length of his erection.
Azh hissed, nearly falling back to his knees. This beautiful, maddening creature was destroying him in the most fabulous way possible. He should no doubt be terrified at the ease with which she had slipped past his barriers and, worse, distracted him from his duty to his people, but he wasn’t scared.
He was reveling in every moment he could be in her presence.
In her arms.
“You captivated me from the moment you managed to elude my grasp,” he managed to mutter, blazing a path of kisses over her flushed face. “I followed you because I couldn’tnotfollow you.”
