“When I designate a hoard, my magic soaks into the location. It automatically creates barriers to protect what’s mine.”
I roll my eyes. “Great, so you and the books are safe. What about me and Oscar?”
“You misunderstand,” Bastian says as he towers over me.
He places his palm against my chest and the tattoo on my ribs buzzes, like electricity in the atmosphere before a storm.
“It protectsallthat is mine,” he says, his half-seeing gaze intense and searing.
My cheeks flush as the current in my chest surges lower, firing through my core and making my muscles clench.
“And you think I’m yours?” I scoff. “It’s not as if you licked me.”
He leans in and I turn my head. His chuff fans over my neck and sends a thrill racing through my gut. Like leaning back in a swing atthe highest point and staring straight down, my stomach swoops at the nearness of his lips.
“Is that how you humans do it now?” he asks.
My heart is pounding in my throat and a tight ache forms in the walls of my pussy. It’s been long enough to have forgotten what it feels like to be filled with a real cock, but that ache knows what it wants. What itneeds.
Oh god, am I really thinking this?
His hand slides over my collarbones to my throat. He grips my chin, keeping my face turned aside as he opens his mouth and runs his tongue along his fangs. I’m panting, holding onto the edge of the counter like any quick movement will have those teeth sinking into me.
Would it be so bad?
He takes a long inhale at my neck and mumbles strange words that make me lightheaded. The tip of his tongue is soft and warm against my pulse point. An involuntary whimper escapes me as he drags his mouth up my neck to my chin, then my cheek. He pulls back only to drag me in closer, putting his lips to the shell of my ear.
“Mine.”
“Ohjesusfuckingchrist,” I whisper, my knees trembling and nipples pebbling.
He lingers, waiting for my refusal or acceptance. Do I want to say no to this infuriatingly hot, otherworldly magical being? This is my second chance, my second life, wouldn’t I want to live it to the fullest, even if it’s a silly fantasy?
Fantasy or not, he’s waiting, not letting me go, and his hard cock is digging into my hip.
“Okay,” I say on a shaky breath. “Yours.”
His hand slides from my chin to my throat and back to my sternum. “Good.”
He pushes away from me and stalks toward his ritual circle with the spell book in his grip.
“I’m not licking the feline,” he declares as he sits and opens the book to the first sticky note.
I give a little “heh” as I look at Oscar by the bed. His pupils are narrowed to slits and he’s staring at me like “I know what you’re thinking, Mother, and it’s filthy.”
Yep. It’s blazing hot sex going through my mind as I think about a different feline he could be licking with that tongue. It was so much softer than I thought a dragon’s would be. I want it on me again. I want to feel it diving into my mouth. I want to know its shape intimately.
I press my thighs together and clench my muscles against the growing slickness in my panties. I still have to wash my clothes at a laundromat. I don’t need my underwear somehow accidentally flying out of my bag and hitting someone in the face, and that person then knowing just how aroused I got today from a freaking tongue against my cheek.
Not just my cheek, but my neck.
I turn away from Bastian and cup myself under my skirt. Why is it so intense? And why isn’t it going away? It’s as if that one lick setmy blood on fire. My heart is pounding in time with my throbbing clit, both threatening to explode.
Fuck, I need relief from this maddening ache.
I wiggle against the pressure of my hand. The minimal satisfaction it brings is like a drop of water for a dying woman when she needs an ocean.
I run to my bag and shoo Oscar away. He runs off with a chitter and I dig through the luggage. My hand closes around the smooth plastic and I gasp, then tuck it away in my pocket. I power-walk toward the bathroom without looking at Bastian.
