“Nuh-uh, I don’t think so.” Then she cast him a sweet, entirely unrepentant smile. The beautiful bastard could taunt her all he liked. She flat-out refused. “Anyway, you dragons are terribly enormous, hard to miss?—”
“They blast fire from a distance.”
“I’ll make it rain, add a dash of lightning,” she shot back.
A smile tipped his mouth. “Just know when you go after a shifter, they’re vulnerable in their two-legged form. Never give them a chance to shift.”
“I know, I remember the guard,” she said, and let loose the star once more. It embedded in the wall like before, then fell with a tinny clang.Seriously?
“We’ll keep working on that. Let’s see your dagger work. Call your obsidian.”
With a breath, she summoned the dagger, and it took form in her palm. Remembering what Echo had taught her, she gripped the hilt and threw. The blade hit with a dulltwang, clung for a heartbeat, then fell to the stone floor.
“Wonderful!” She threw her hands up in the air. “It behaved when I practiced with Echo.”
He smiled, that slow, honest-to-god, wet-your-knickers smile, and picked up the dagger. “Probably a wooden target. This…” he tapped the granite wall, “is about as impenetrable as dragon scales.”
He strolled closer with that lazy swagger she loved, but would never tell him, or his head might get even bigger. He held out the blade. “Again.”
“Again?” She frowned. “I thought you wanted to see what I could do, and I showed you.”
“Ash, you need to practice…” He paused, watching her for a quiet second. “Tell you what. Give me another two hours, then you can have me for the rest of the night?”
Yeah? Well, too bloody bad that wasn’t going to work. Not again.
“Hmm, sounds absolutely brilliant.” She sashayed over, pressed herself against him, the heat of his body sparking against her own, and let her hip brush the hard line of his cock. He stiffened. She smiled, took the dagger from his hand, and glided back to her spot like nothing had happened.
A low rumble vibrated through the air behind her. Then a rush of wind?—
“Eeep!” She darted around the couch.
He growled, his voice all dark silk and threat. “You don’t get to torment me and run.”
Chapter
Thirty
Ash’s heartthundered like it wanted out of her chest. She bit her lip to keep from smiling at her riled dragon who was watching her with narrowed eyes. Then he vaulted the back of the couch and caught her mid-squeal, taking her down to the carpet, his body cushioning her fall.
“What are you doing?” she laughed, breathless on top of him. “I thought we were practicing?”
“Really?” he rumbled. “This is what your little trick does to me.” He caught her wrist, guiding her hand to the hard length straining against his trousers, and she curled her fingers around his cock. “You should know better than to run from a predator.”
“Stop talking.” She fisted his hair and claimed his mouth, kissing him with every ounce of pent-up need.
His tongue slid into her mouth, and he ground his shaft into her core. He slipped his hand under her top, cupping and squeezing her bra-covered breast. He thumbed her nipple, and she moaned, rubbing herself harder against him. “Race?—”
With a low growl, he pulled her to her feet. “Clothes off. Keep the shirt on. Wall’s rough.”
Her heart hammering, Ash unlaced and kicked off her boots, followed by her jeans and underwear. Before she could ask himwhy he hadn’t undressed, he cupped her core, his thumb sliding through her folds, circling her throbbing flesh.
Oh, lord. She clutched his biceps.
“You’re already so wet.” He hunkered down, grasped her hips, and put one of her legs over his shoulder. His gaze met hers as he swept his tongue through her folds and over her clit. Ash shuddered, sensation swamping her, and she grabbed his hair. His other hand squeezed her bottom as he suckled, working her with such precision, driving her to the edge.
Christ.So close.
She pressed into his mouth, but he rose, leaving her adrift.“No?—”
