“We will touch you further now, Reverence.” He trailed his kisses down to my neck, forked tongue flicking against the sensitive skin there. “Taste you as we have so fervently wished since your arrival.”
“Yes,” I agreed. My body was on fire. The knot coiled in my belly so tight it verged on pain. “Touch me. Taste me. Do whatever you want.”
His hands pulled apart the front of my jumpsuit, causing my breasts to spill out since I no longer bothered with a bra. But he didn’t lick me there.
Instead, his tongue slithered beneath my panty line in an ambidextrous way a human one never could.
The forked tip found a nub that I’d read about in books but suspected might be a myth.
Like dragons, it was not.
I cried out, my back arching against the grass as his tongue wrapped around it while his emerald eyes continued to hold me magnetized in his stare.
There was no more talking. Yet, I still felt like he was giving me commands.
His tongue slithered inside of me, swirling and working, until I had no choice but to come apart for him. “Diarmuid!” I cried out his name while the waves of pleasure rocketed through?—
SKYRYYYAA!!!
I was still shaking when a sharp sound rent the sky.
Like the megafauna version of an American movie eagle. But louder and more aggressive. Something that could screechandroar.
My blood curdled with an ominous feeling. “What was that?”
Diarmuid’s tongue retracted, and he bounded to his feet.
“Get behind us,” he commanded, pulling me up the same way he did when I claimed I didn’t have enough core strength left to do one more sit-up. Or even stand.
“Do not use what we have taught you.” He yanked the edges of the jumpsuit he’d pulled open back into place. Then picked up the knife he made me drop and handed it back to me. “You are not ready. Stay behind us. And no matter what happens, do not come out from your hiding spot. He will not be able to see you if you keep your burn hidden behind ours.”
He?
This was the first time I’d ever heard any of his personalities refer to another person—even though he had three.
I stowed the knife in the pocket opposite of the one where I kept the huge key, even though it weighed me down during drills. But I had to ask, “Who’s he? What does that mean—aghhh!”
I broke off when he unshelled into the twenty-foot emerald-green dragon he’d called his true form and whipped his tail toward me.
Apparently, his order wasn’t up for debate. I found out firsthand how agile his tail could be when it curled around my body all the way to my neck, trapping me behind him. And leaving me with no other direction to look than up.
That was when I saw what had put fear into a twenty-foot dragon for the first time since I’d arrived.
Another dragon appeared on the horizon. His skin shimmered dark blue underneath the sun. He began his descent, and I couldn’t see him anymore.
But I heard and felt him land. The ground beneath my feet tremored with a huge BOOM, like a rocket ship setting down.
There came some kind of exchange then. Hisses, low shrieks, and that Predator clicking I did not love from the surprise visitor.
Diarmuid answered with a simple set of hisses, then his spine curved when he lowered his head.
I didn’t understand…. Was this deference or fear?
The “Let’s go investigate!” holoscribe instinct lit up in my brain, but Diarmuid had me wrapped so tight in his tail, I couldn’t have escaped his hold if I wanted to.
And my wolf was telling me I didn’t want to.
I discovered then that while I might despise Diarmuid’s drills, I trusted him completely when it came to danger. He’d been saying he needed to protect me since I got here, and whoever this other dragon was, no matter what kind of respect Diarmuid showed him, I needed protection from him.
