You will.
I started to march past him, but he snagged me around the waist, lifted me, and pressed me against the metal wall.
His mouth crashed down on mine, and the need I sensed within him all the time poured through me, molten and a touch feral, just the way I liked it. His mouth was hot and demanding. His tongue slaked across my lips, and when I gasped, he dove inside.
This. This was what I needed from this man all the time. How could I forget for even one second?
I forgot where I was. What I was doing. Who I was, for that matter. All I could think of was Vexxion. This moment in time.
The feel of his mouth claiming mine.
Fire coiled tight, low in my belly, and shot downward. If he touched me there, he’d find me wet for him already. Always. Always. There would never come a time when I didn’t need him more than I needed to breathe.
He held me with his silver threads and the harsh lines of his body while his palms caged me against the wall. This man was made up of sharp edges. Sinew and endless muscles. I’d named him correctly back at the fortress.
But he had a soft side he showed only to me, and I craved that as much as his hardness.
I drowned in the possession of his mouth, the groans he released, and the stroke of his hand on my side.
He lifted his head.If I didn’t have to be in the throne room right now, I’d take you far from here, love. I’d show you everything.
I want you. I always will. I love you.
You’re mine.
I am.
His lips curled up on one side.And I’ll always be yours.He gently lowered me to the floor, stroking his knuckles down my face.Don’t get into any more trouble. But if you do, call me.
I will.Maybe.
“Tempest.”
That’s Fury to you, buddy.I shot him a smile. My heart was singing after our kiss, and pretty much everything was right in my world. For now, that is. But I had to snatch up moments like this when I could because all too soon, they’d be gone.I said I would be careful.
He just growled and flitted away from me.
Injecting confidence into my limping strides, I strode over to stand in front of Madrood and gave him a sharp look. “You’re going to let me finish, right? No more shoving me out into the valley. I can’t fly without a dragon beneath me.”
He huffed, shooting sparks down my front.
“Ha ha. Try harder. I’m wearing leather.”
Lifting his head, he sent sparks toward my hair.
Yelping, I dove to the right, barely missing a mound of shit. I rolled and came up in a crouch, rubbing my aching thigh. “Good one.” Hobbling over to stand by his head again, I carefully stroked my fingertips down his snout. “I’ll treat youright. I just ask for respect in return. You can trust me. I promise.”
He shot me a glare, but what else should I expect? This dragon was owned by the fiercest fae in the land, one I hated but held a healthy respect for, if nothing else.
“Get to work, Tempest,” I whispered.
Leaving his stall, I tracked down a new mesh and secured it to the outer opening, making sure this one didn’t have tears.
“I’m going to take care of your claws,” I told him. As I lifted his left front leg and started oiling his talons, I sang a little poem I’d read somewhere, though I couldn’t remember where or when. Beasts seemed to like music, and I needed all the help I could get with this one.
I didn’t want Vexxion to worry about me, but I refused to sit in our suite until he said it was time. There were so many things I could do here that would make a difference.
I still had to get inside the king’s room to search for a way to remove collars. Could I flit there like I had to the dungeon? Vexxion must’ve been there before, and I could steal the image from his mind like I had last night when I tracked him to the dungeon.
