His lips curl into a sweet, closed-mouth smile. “I know you,” he says, his voice gentle.
Both of our heads whip to the side when we hear a commotion not far from us. On the second level. It sounded like someone shouted, “Get out.”
“Fuck,” Daegan says.
I run and jump on the bench, which is incredibly soft. “Get over here,” I whisper harshly at him.
He strides toward me, his eyebrows knitted with confusion, yet there’s no hesitation in his steps.
“Get on your knees,” I demand.
He smirks before quickly dropping to his knees in front of me as I lift my dress and cover his head, hiding him between my legs.
I have never felt so scared and so turned on at the same time.
I can feel his rough hands grip my thighs as he settles between my legs.
His breath is hot against my inner thigh.
I’m afraid he’ll notice the pulsing ache between my legs. And the wetness.
I squirm a little, but he presses down harder on my thighs, steadying me.
Yes, we could probably take those guards easily, but it’s not worth alerting half the town that we’re fugitives. Plus, we didn’t get to see how many entered through that door downstairs. It could be two, or it could be a dozen. Maybe more gathered.
“This isn’t going to work if you’re not selling it,” he says, his voice muffled between my thighs.
“I am!” I snap at him.
He whips my dress off him, catching my expression and giving me a warning glare. “I’m serious. Lean back and relax, love.”
My core heats as he lifts my dress and goes back under. My heart is beating fast for so many reasons.
I lean back on my hands, attempting to look more comfortable, when I hear several heavy footsteps getting closer. “Fuck,” I say, stiffening as panic spikes again.
What if they catch us?
What if they saw me in the alley?
The footsteps are so close now.
Daegan shocks me by ripping my underwear to the side, placing his full lips right between my legs. I tilt my head back and gasp in surprise just moments before the curtain is pulled back.
Oh, they heard me for sure. Daegan timed that perfectly. I don’t think it was a coincidence at all. That fucker.
I dip my chin back down to face the intruders, my mouth open in mock surprise, but then it opens wider and I fight back a squeal as Daegan laps his tongue all the way up my center.
“Excuse me,” I say, acting affronted.
The guards take one last look around the room, seeming to buy our act, then shut the curtain. Their steps grow fainter.
“They’re gone,” I whisper.
“They could circle back,” Daegan says against my sensitive flesh. He grips my thighs harder and moves his tongue faster.
I can’t help myself. As relief washes over me at escaping the guards—for now—pleasure begins to build. Every nerve between my legs is tight, begging for release.
His tongue feels so hot against me. Is that a dragon thing? I haven’t noticed it when we kiss.
