“Abeautiful woman? Any one will do?”
“I am partial to this one.” He brushed her shoulder, sending a tingle of warmth through her, then shifted the blanket to reveal her bare breast and smiled as he cupped it. That sentmorethan a tingle through her, heat zinging to her core, anticipation awakening again.
“Thoseareyour favorite body parts, aren’t they?”
“Two of them, per our previous discussion.” Vorik kissed her while fondling her, his thumb deft as it stroked her.
“What are the others?” she asked against his lips.
She could hear voices and thumps elsewhere in the building and figured they should get up, but she caught herself shifting onto her back, giving him more access to her body.
“Hm,” he said as if contemplating it, then trailed his fingers from her breast, down her abdomen, to rest on her thigh.
She parted her legs in case he wanted to explore further, her anticipation already building.
“I love how eager and ready you always are for me,” he breathed.
“Your touch makes me so,” she whispered. “I?—”
Athunkagainst the window startled them, and they both lurched up to look. The dragon tail was twitching. In irritation? Or was that an absent tic?
Daylight has come, the rain has stopped, and I grow hungry again, and this perch is not comfortable,Wreylith spoke into Syla’s mind.Should you wish me to take you to rescue your relative, we should leave soon.
“—may have a dragon problem,” Syla said, aware of Vorik’s eyebrows rising as he doubtless waited for her to finish the sentence.
Thethunksounded again. Fortunately, the glass had some magic in it—probably everything that Tabuvar crafted did—and withstood the muscular twitches.
“I wouldn’t have guessed,” Vorik said mildly.
“I suppose yours, being out beyond the barrier, isn’t a problem,” Syla said aloud, then silently added to Wreylith,I’ll be ready to leave soon, but I need to check on Aunt Tibby’s progress first. Why don’t you go for a hunt and return when you’ve sated your hunger?
She is asleep near the kiln. Monitoring herprogressis not what you’re engaged in.
Syla’s cheeks warmed.I might not have that much time with Vorik before he has to leave. I’m… enjoying his company.
You enjoyed it last night. Twice. It is surprising that the vocalizations didn’t lead more enemies to the door to attack you. Or to the alley during your first set of noisy, thrashing gyrations. Humans are strangely loud when they mate.
“Oh, he speaks to me regularly.” Vorik shifted his hand from her thigh to her waist.
That was disappointing, but with Wreylith’s attention toward them, Syla felt inhibited and supposed she shouldn’t want him to prompt her to thrash, gyrate, or vocalize. Those terms couldn’t possibly be accurate, could they?
I know for a fact that dragons get vigorous too,Syla replied to Wreylith.That rock formation over our heads almost fell off when you and Agrevlari were joining in the desert.
Ofcoursedragons are vigorous when mating. We are strong and supreme predators with great stamina combined with explosive power. You are fortunate the rock formation did not snap and fall upon your frail body. As I recall, some lingering power of the gods made it sturdy.
“Does he speak to you about sex?” Syla made a face.
“I don’t encourage that, but it comes up more than I’d like. This morning, when I woke at dawn and was admiring your form, Agrevlari smugly informed me that, if our hypothesis is correct, it only took himonemating with Wreylith to get her with eggs.”
Syla made another face—was that really the expression? “Is he sure he’s the only one she’s mated with? As to the rest, Wreylith hasn’t mentioned tomethat she’s pregnant, so we’re only guessing at this point, right?”
I crave ostrich eggs wrapped in eel skins,Wreylith announced.
Vorik blinked—had Wreylith shared the words with both of them? Or possibly everyone within range who might satisfy her craving?
“It’s more than a guess,” Vorik said.
“Well, I won’t make assumptions until she tells me. As to the other thing, I’ve been taking vynglar teaandyerathma root since I met you and we started… randiness.”
