I had to fight for him if I didn’t want holes in my soul.
Deeply asleep, and with all the planes of his face relaxed, he looked younger and far less fierce. My eyes drifted to the tag on his ear—Cara had revealed the truth of it. It was a slave tag. Designed to proclaim him as property.
Owned.
Vali’s ear was scarred because she’d ripped hers free. My gut twisted. There were reasons people behaved as they did. Havoc’s life couldn’t have been easy, and he’d lost his brother. Sometimes prickly asshole behavior was a way to keep others at a distance. I was familiar with that strategy.
But then again, sometimes people were just prickly assholes.
I rose and moved closer to Havoc. He hadn’t bothered to grow his scales over his torso in the clearing, no doubt intending to change back to Dragon the moment he’d reclaimed Fang. He was cut like glass, with huge pectoral and shoulder muscles, and I admired not only that, but the intricacy of the tattoos across his skin. The theme was a little boring—Dragons of all kinds and descriptions—but beautifully rendered. They suited him. My fingers itched to touch him. His skin, where it was bare of scales, was smooth. Not a hair in sight.
Fang wandered closer to me, and without thinking, I lowered my hand to her. She hopped onto it, her fuzzy little legs tickling as she ran up to my shoulder.
I should have been afraid of her after what she’d done to him. But I wasn’t. Maybe because I was grateful to her, for stopping him from leaving.
It would only be a temporary reprieve, I was certain. He’d likely be gone as soon as he woke up. My heart ached—how could he dismiss me so easily?
There was no room left on the cot, so I selected a dry-ish spot on the floor and sat down with my back to it and Havoc, leaning against the frame as I stroked the Webspinner. Despite Cara’s boost, my entire body trembled.
Fang began to vibrate softly, and my eyes drifted closed, my thoughts becoming fuzzy…
I woke up to a hand in my hair.
A huge hand. When it moved to cup my face, it spanned from my jaw to the top of my head. The fingers were touching me so lightly, it was almost as though I felt their heat rather than any pressure at all.
I stayed very still, afraid to ruin the moment. The cot creaked, and I sensed him looming over me. And then I heard him inhale.
I turned my head then, pushing my nose against his wrist. He smelled of spice and ozone, a warm scent that resonated through me.
He rumbled, but it wasn’t a growl. More like a Dragonian purr. When I looked up, I gazed directly into molten copper eyes.
I stopped breathing. Then, I slowly rotated my head, and sucked his thumb into my mouth.
His eyes ignited, and the rumbling grew in volume. I wasn’t sure what looked back at me from Havoc’s face, but I didn’t think his human was home.
Frankly, I didn’t give a damn. Fang jumped to the ground and skittered to the far wall as I pushed myself to my knees. I placed my hands on each side of his handsome face, pulled it to my own, and kissed him.
As our tongues tangled, I felt a shudder pass through him, and then his hands dipped down to fasten on my waist, and he lifted me until I straddled his hips.
There was no mistaking the heat and rigidity of what now nestled between my legs. I ripped off my tee shirt, and then my bra. His gaze riveted on my breasts as his fingers drifted to the small of my back. They found, and played with, the little cluster of stiff hairs—
I moaned and squirmed, rubbing myself with wanton and totally out-of-control abandon as my hands roamed eagerly over his torso.
I wanted him. And I wanted himnow.
His scales had fallen away, leaving him gloriously naked. But there was too much clothing between us. I broke away and rolled off him, tugging impatiently at my leggings to yank them off. Stripped my panties away and turned to climb back onto him—
I met his copper eyes and saw the exact moment when Havoc came home.
He ripped his glowing eyes from my breasts, and met my own. “What the fucking hell, Dreambitch.”
“If you want me to stop, say so,” I whispered. When he hesitated, I reached, wrapped my fingers around his huge dick, and dropped my mouth straight onto it.
His hands tangled in my hair and pulled, but I resisted the first hard tug, flicking my tongue beneath the burgeoning head, before shoving as much of it into my mouth as I could, andsucking.
The second hair tug was barely discernible. Then his fists tightened in my hair, his hips bucked into my mouth, and he rumbled. His entire body vibrated with it, and it resonated clear through me.
The ache between my legs became almost unbearable. I cupped his balls, one at a time, and squeezed them. His dick jumped so hard I almost bit him.
