“I missed snacks? When?”
“Of the whole and raw bunkum kind while I was flying around looking for some capons.”
“Snacking spoiled your appetite. Your loss is my gain.” I drag his bowl toward me and when he doesn’t stab me for taking his food, I make quick work of his stew and the last slice of bread. I lean back, rub my full belly, and close my eyes. “That is the definition of satisfied.”
“Not quite,” Theo rumbles, his voice dropping an octave.
My eyes fly open to find his green eyes have flecks of gold in them, like his dragon is peering at me and sizing up my body for a feast. “You can’t eat me,” I tell him.
A wicked grin grows on his face and I twist my hands in my lap. Theo rises and leans over me with one hand braced on the table. He winds the other in my hair and pulls gently. “I’m the only Stirling who has not had the pleasure of your lips against mine.”
“Well, the situation needs rectifying,” I whisper.
“And we have to keep it even,” he mutters, drawing a little closer.
“If we are keeping it even, you should know what Nash did.”
“I already do.”
My cheeks flame. “You guys kiss and tell, huh?”
He tilts his head. “No, Daphne. But we decided to be honest about anything that happens with you, given we are all interested.”
“Not Hart.”
His lips tilt up. “Hart is a fool, but he will catch on soon enough. Don’t be deceived by his hard shell. He’s been through some shit that made him prickly, but if there was ever a maiden to crack him, it is you. Enough talking, time to make it even.”
His lips land on mine in a hot caress. He brushes them back and forth, making mine tingle. Nash demands, Malachi plays, Hart is hard, and now I know Theo is a giant tease.
My legs part and wrap around his thighs, drawing him closer as my hands thread into his soft hair. He groans against my mouth and then licks the seam, persuading me to part for him. When he sucks my tongue, I see stars and push my breasts against his bare chest. He growls, an unearthly sound that is part animal. His body vibrates with the power he has leashed, and I decide it’s my mission to make him lose control.
His hand leaves the table, and he wraps it around my back, lifting me from the chair. I wrap around him and fall into his kiss like I need it to breathe. He handles me with such tenderness it breaks my heart. Tenderness is all good and well, but I want all of him, dragon and fire.
He leans down and my back hits the soft furs as he lays me on the bed before leaning back to look me over. He plays with the hem of my nightgown. “This is a silly little nightgown, Daphne.”
A giggle escapes me. I don’t giggle. Who is this maiden? “Perhaps you should rid me of it, then.” I almost look around for the harlot that said that.
More gold flecks color his pretty green eyes as he lowers his lashes. He drops to his knees and slides the nightgown up my legs. His breathing quickens against my sensitive flesh. I try to press my legs together to relieve the ache he’s creating inside me. This Stirling brother will be the death of me.
He pushes his shoulders between my knees. “Did Nash touch you here?” Theo wonders, blowing along my panties.
“Yes.” I groan as my back arches in silent invitation.
He nips and licks a path up to my core. “Wait, wait,” I pant as fire colors my cheeks. He couldn’t mean to kiss me there? Even as I think about it, my panties grow wetter. But it’s not somewhere a maiden is kissed. Nash already blew my mind with his skilled fingers.
Theo pauses and looks up at me. My heavy breasts heave under my nightgown. “Stop?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, just—well, it’s not proper.”
He grins, a blatant show of his inner dragon. Even his teeth seem a little longer and sharper. “All the fun things aren’t.”
His fingers find the edge of my panties and he tears them from my body before they go flying across the room. I vaguely see Eugene wander around with them on his head before tucking tail and running back out into the main cave.
Theo leans over me and kisses each of my hip bones before running his tongue lower. Holy fucking Idols. An explosion of sensation ripples from my core to my extremities as he explores me with his mouth, alternating between sucking and kissing. I writhe on the bed, my body flushing with arousal. I grab my nightgown and tear it over my head, needing the cool air to calm my racing pulse.
Theo growls against my sensitive bud, and I almost come off the bed. My hands cup my aching breasts and pinch my nipples, taking me higher and higher. Something tightens inside of me, a band of pleasure that threatens my sanity should it not snap soon.
Theo’s hot tongue darts inside me, making my spine arch and my eyes roll back. Just how long is that tongue? That’s not normal. It can’t be. The friction is freaking awesome, and I add this to my list of favorite things to do, propriety be damned.
