And for the first time in centuries, she saw a future for herself where she wasn’t alone. One that wasn’t bitter.
Stop it, Medea!
It was too late. The floodgate was open and all those repressed dreams rushed over her. All she’d ever wanted was a baby to love. A life to share with someone else.
Her mother had always said her reckless heart would lead her astray.
Today it had led her straight to Falcyn Drakos. And even though she knew this was complete and utter insanity, she refused to back down.
“Make love to me, Falcyn.”
9
Falcyn was completely stunned by her words. Medea was supposed to curse him and shove him away from her. Slap his face or cut out his heart.
She wasn’t supposed to want him.
A decent man would pull away from her. But he wasn’t decent. Nor was he a man. He was feral to the core of his dragon being and harder than hell. A dragon who took what he wanted, consequences be damned.
It was what had gotten him into trouble with Igraine. Drugged and reeling, he’d acted out with her in the heat of passion, and then paid dearly for it.
In the blink of an eye, and as a result, he’d lost everything.
Because he didn’t believe in rules or refinement. Those were for Max and his brothers and sisters. They were the ones who paid attention to Savitar’s rules and dictates. Those who abided by the pacts and politics of the gods.
As a god himself, he’d always thought himself above such petty, irritating things that had been relegated to mortals and lesser creatures.
Just as he’d been above emotions and wants. He didn’t need companionship. He was drakomai. They were solitary and happy to be such.
Until now.
In the one instant of her walking into his circle, Medea had changed everything in his bleak world. He craved her with a madness he didn’t understand. Wanted her with him in a way he’d never wanted anything else.
Now he wished he knew what words could convey how much this moment meant.
How muchshemeant to him.
He’d lived his whole life without the warmth of a tender caress. How could he walk away now? He traced the curve of her swollen lips with his fingertip, before he parted her lips and kissed her deeply.
Falcyn closed his eyes and inhaled the sweetness of her breath as he let loose his tongue to dart against hers, to sweep up to the palate of her mouth until she moaned and writhed from it. The feel of her supple body pressed against his while he pulled her black shirt free of her pants.
“You really should push me away,” he said, lifting his head to stare down into her gentle, dark eyes.
She quirked an adorable grin that exposed her fangs. “Never been one to do what I’m supposed to. Goes with my whole evil villain title.”
“Yeah, and sicko me finds that one of your more endearing qualities.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Never, my love. I’d never mock you for fear of your kicking my ass.”
Medea’s heart fluttered as he offered her a real smile with those teasing words. It was unexpected and breathtaking.
His pale eyes glowed in the dim fey light as he gently picked her up and lowered her down to their knees. His heat surrounded her while his arms cushioned her from the cold, damp ground. The heat and strength of him surrounded her.
And against all sanity and reason, she wanted more of his hard body.
She actually purred as he returned to her lips to kiss her softly. She’d never been touched like this. Never thought a mere kiss could be such a wondrous experience.
