Aria stepped close. His Dragon nostrils flared, drinking in her scent.
Shift for me, Lucas.
I’m not sure I should.
Why not?
Why not indeed? How could he possibly explain to her? How he’d never had a normal relationship? That their time as Dragons was the first time he’d had sex with someone that didn’t involve humiliation and pain?
She reached out a hand and trailed fingers along his Dragon jaw. “I’ve seen enough of you to know...” she whispered. “Let me show you how it can be.”
Why would she want to be with him?Nikolai will be back in the morning.
Her amber eyes scanned him. “I want you, Lucas.”
But—
Shift for me, Lucas. She visualized the process, pushing his transformation. And to his horror, he felt the morph take hold.
In moments, he stood before her as Lucas. Just Lucas, although he managed to scatter some scales in strategic places. Unfortunately, no scales, no matter how artfully grown, were going to adequately disguise her effect on him.
Aria’s eyes danced at his less than successful efforts, but she kept them fastened on his own as she cradled his face in her hands. He was taller than her, enough so that she pulled him down to her lips.
Hers were soft and warm and sent an electric thrill straight through him. Lucas had never been kissed. Nipped and bitten, yes, but it fell more into the category of mauled and assaulted.
Ariakissedhim. It started gently, sensing his wonder and nervousness. But when she chased his tongue with her own, he leaned in. And she plundered his mouth, using her teeth along his lower lip, and tracing them along his jaw.
Every hair on his body stood on end. No one had ever touched him like this. He gasped as she nibbled down over his chest, and then her hands drifted around him, her fingers finding the hairs running along his spine...
Aria—He shuddered as it fired every nerve he possessed, his entire body going rigid.
You like that, eh?
I-it's a Morph thing,he stammered. Then she ran her fingernails through the stiff hairs, and his thoughts lost all coherence.
She left him gasping when she released him, grabbing hold of his hand. “Come with me.”
With his body still vibrating, he was powerless to resist. She led him into the living area, spun him around, and pushed him onto the couch. Then she crouched between his knees and looked up at him with luminous amber eyes.
He reached a hand to her face and traced fingers along her jaw. “You are so beautiful.” His voice was ragged, hoarse. He swallowed, before he confessed, “I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you.”
She offered a tremulous smile. “You should have taken one look and run.”
“I’ve told myself that many times,” he whispered, and a corner of his lips twitched upward. “But I couldn’t do it. Maybe there is something to this fate thing.”
Her smile broadened. “Oh, Fate is definitely a bitch. But she’s always right.” As her hands ran up his legs, she pushed with her mind. The scales fell away at her touch.
His breath hitched as her fingers reversed and cupped him, gently rolling him between them. First one side, then the other, before palming his length and lowering her lips to him.
Lucas ceased to breathe. The wet heat of her tongue threatened to send him into the stratosphere. Gritting his teeth, he sank his fingers into her thick hair. He wanted—no needed—to touch her like she’d touched him. Wanted to envelop himself in her scent, to explore her lush curves—the female softness that sheathed a warrior’s steel.
He pulled her head back. She released him with reluctance and a final lick that almost undid him. Lucas guided her to stand before him, putting her full, luscious breasts at the perfect height. They’d been driving him crazy for days, and they deserved to be worshipped. Lucas wrapped his hands around them, lifting while he nibbled and licked his way to her nipples standing so erect...
A shudder ran through Aria and she moaned, interlocking her hands behind his head. He replied with a part-growl, part-purr as he bent to trace his mouth lower, along her belly to the juncture of her thighs. With his mind entwined with her reaction to his every touch, he lifted her leg and danced his tongue to her core. Her moans deepened as he morphed it to add just a little length...
Aria’s moan became a growl and her head fell back as she ran her own tongue along her lips. Her fingers traced the long, corded muscles of his upper arms before sliding around to grip them—and the tips touched the small hairs in the groove on the underside.
He pulled back and gasped as tingles shot through him, bringing everything to an instant, vivid, aching peak.
