There went his sore facial muscles again.This was one ache he didn’t mind.Ransom skirted the boundaries of tickling enough to amuse himself and not pull Scarlett-havoc down on his head.His tongue did a quick circle around her navel before he moved lower.
The entire time, Scarlett stroked her flesh at a languid pace, her caresses never faltering.Ransom inhaled her musky fragrance and desperately wanted to taste her pleasure, to drive it higher.He placed his hand on one muscled thigh and silently indicated she should part her legs farther.Now, he was able to see her wetness and her glistening folds.He glanced up and found Scarlett watching him, her eyes darker than usual and slumberous with passion.
“Let me,” he said.
“Can I trust you to get it right?Your indecisive behavior is not inspiring me to believe you can follow through.”
“You challenge me.”
“Yes.”
The stern note he’d forced into his voice never fazed her, and the woman attracted him even more.Nothing he did scared her when some women would’ve become quivering messes the instant he’d grabbed them.
Instead of arguing further, he lifted her hand away from her body.Her juices shone on her fingers, which gave him another idea.While she might believe she was torturing him, he had a trick or two in his seductive arsenal.
He raised her hand to his lips and carefully cleaned each of her fingers with his tongue.Her quick inhalation brought a thrill, although he kept this hidden.He sucked on each individual finger until her musky flavor filled his mouth.Job done, he placed her hand on her breast.
“Your role,” he murmured before turning to his next task.
He ignored the pressure at his groin—his punishment for betraying her—and blew a slow stream of air along her seam.
“Please don’t tease me.”
“Don’t tease me, she says, and yet you’ve made it into an art form.I bet you torment every man of your acquaintance.”
“Huh!I don’t get a chance with my brothers hovering like outraged chaperones.I have to use sneakiness to get anything past them.”
He caressed with a gentle pressure and gloried in her moan.She elevated her hips into his stroke, impatient now for the gratification that awaited her.Aware of the ticking timepiece, Ransom settled in to please her.Her scent and taste filled his senses while his cock tightened even more.But he remained in place, sliding one finger inside her tight channel and stroking her internally while he caressed her swollen nub with his tongue.
Her thighs tightened around him, her hips lifting to increase contact.
“Ransom.More.”
Her bossy demand pleased him, and he gave her what she wanted.Instead of glancing strokes of her nub, he gave her more direct contact while he added another finger to her sheath, filling her and testing where she enjoyed his touch most.
When he twisted her fingers to tease an upper wall, her body twitched.She gasped.Ransom repeated the move in conjunction with purposeful strokes of his tongue.The groan she produced had never sounded so sweet—a moan of pleasure and demand for more.He increased his efforts, and a moment later, her body tensed like a wire pulled too tight.Then, the spasms of her clit beneath his tongue and the rhythmic clenching of her channel around his fingers told him she’d snapped in the sweetest way.
He continued his stimulation but gradually eased off.When he rose to kiss her lips, her eyes were closed, her mouth curled in a smile.
“Ransom.I take it all back.You’re a dragon-man who knows exactly how to play a woman’s body.Thank you.”
If anything, today’s walk was more brutal than the previous day.Scarlett didn’t mind admitting every muscle whimpered and cried surrender, although some throbbing might have been sex-related.A grin formed, and her gaze went straight to Ransom, who plodded up the mountain path ahead of her.The man had crazy good bedroom skills, and she hoped he might pick up where they left off tonight.She could always give the man a BJ.Blowjobs were always interesting.
What would her brothers make of Ransom?
A dragon in the family might make for a fascinating conversation, although Ransom still hadn’t twigged to her shifter status.She’d bet the prince was screwing with quite a few of Ransom’s dragon senses, which logically was why Ransom hadn’t suspected her otherness.
She halted and rubbed her hands together.One thing—the temperature was dropping.The wicked breezes cutting through the valleys whistled straight from the snowy mountaintops while each breath carried a crisp, clean edge of frostiness.
Just as they were about the reach the peak of yet another summit, a howl rippled through the air.She froze, the terror in the cry raising goosebumps on her arms and legs.A shiver worked down her spine.The call held such anguish and pain.Her hackles rose, every sense warning of danger.
Scarlett hustled to catch up with Ransom, figuring they were stronger together.
A second mournful howl came from ahead.Scarlett pulled up her memories of Ransom’s map.
“The howls are coming from the village,” she said.A preternatural instinct sparked to life and fear blasted her again.Danger.
“Yes,” Ransom agreed.
