Bryn gasped when his mouth trailed down to her throat. She pressed into him and her fingers clutched his shoulders. The sound she made unraveled him completely. The fire in his blood, both dragon and man, demanded he claim her and bind her to him in every way.
“I have to tell you something.” His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable. He forced himself to stop. He had to give her the choice.
Her eyes met his in the firelight. “What is it?”
“I’m not fully human. I have dragon blood coursing through my veins, and this consummation is normally done in dragon form.”
He watched her as he waited for revulsion to reflect in her eyes. He didn’t dare breathe. He wouldn’t survive rejection from her.
Instead, she leaned up and kissed him. “I know. I don’t know how, but I do. But I can’t be a dragon.”
“You don’t have to be. You’re perfect as you are.”
She gave him a grin that would make a blind man weep. “Then make love to me.”
That was all the encouragement he needed.
Chapter Seventeen
Bryn
Bryn felt any inhibitions disappear as Sven laid her flat on her back and kissed his way from her neck down to her chest. He stalled at her breasts momentarily to suck her breasts until her nipples were tight peaks. Sharp stabs of desire traveled down between her legs with each nip of his teeth and she moaned as she shoved tighter against his mouth.
Her hand found his cock and she stroked it the best she could. His sharp intake of breath emboldened her and she rubbed her thumb across the head. She could feel wetness and knew that her own center was already wet and wanting.
Sven continued his kisses across her stomach and she whined a bit when he moved and she could no longer reach him. Her dismay was quickly forgotten as he spread her legs and settled down between them. His tongue took a few tentative licks at her clit before exploring her opening with his fingers. He stroked inside her as his mouth sucked and caressed the sensitive spot that sent her head into a cyclone of desire.
Pleasure overwhelmed her and she came within minutes. Her body jerked as he gave one final lick before he moved back up to tower over her. They were making love, but there were no warm and sensitive acts. This was pure, unadulterated passion, and when he slammed into her, primal urges took over. Her body arched to meet his thrusts and her body quickly started the journey to new heights before falling over the cliff together.
Their bodies moved in rhythm, instinctive, inevitable. Every kiss, every touch drew them deeper into the pull, until there was nothing but pleasurable sensations between them. Something made of fire and power snapped into place as Bryn cried out and clung to him as the wave of orgasm crashed through them. Sven cried out and held her with his face buried in her hair as the world exploded into light.
As she drifted down from heights she had never known, Bryn felt something. Something…more. It wasn’t anything physical and she pulled away from Sven. It was like a presence that she could feel in her soul. She reached up and touched his bare chest. A presence that came from him.
His hand captured hers, warm and firm. “Bryn?”
She stared up at him. The connection ebbed and flowed between them, whatever it was. It felt like it should scare her, but instead, it comforted her. “What is that?”
Sven rested his forehead against hers. His voice was soft. “You can feel my dragon, can’t you?”
“I do, but I don’t understand.” She wanted to pull her hand away but somehow she was scared to death that she would lose the connection.
He kissed her forehead before his hand cupped her cheek. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth. “And he feels you. Your aura, Bryn. It calls to him. It has since the day we met but I didn’t recognize it.”
Confusion clouded her mind. “My aura?”
“The energy that surrounds you. Anyone with a dragon can see it.” He dropped a butterfly kiss on her lips, so soft that it felt like wings had caressed her.
She sat up. “Who? Is your mother a dragon? Your grandmother?”
He nodded. “The entire royal family, including Lars. Most of the guards are from dragon blood.”
“But I’m not a royal or dragon. How can I… why do you…” There were so many questions that she didn’t know where to start.
Sven wrapped her in his arms. She listened to the steady beat of his heart and basked in the warmth. Royal or not, she was exactly where she wanted to be, even if she didn’t understand anything.
“I don’t think you’re entirely human.” His voice rumbled through his chest. “Your light shines too bright to not have some magical qualities.”
Her heart skipped a beat and she let out a short laugh. “That’s not possible. I’m just a normal, everyday woman. I’ve never been anything extra.”
