I lifted my gaze to meet his glowing copper eyes, and the conflict within them robbed me of breath. They flashed erratically, as though he were at war with himself.
He wanted me, but he didn’t. Why was he resisting what so clearly was meant to be? Should I stop? Yet his hand flattened against the back of my head, and his fingers caressed my scalp.
Talk about mixed signals.
I hesitated, and then I rolled my tongue over the huge head and engulfed him as far as I could, sucking again. His growl rolled through the rumble, and the hand behind my head helped me with the rhythm. Reassured that he was fully committed, I cupped his balls, and squeezed again.
His breath caught as his fingers dropped to play with the hairs on the nape of my neck. Pure electricity zinged to my core.
I lost it. Pulled my mouth away, and climbed him like a tree. He grabbed my wrists—was he going to pull me off?—but then, he let go. I reached for his hands, to pull them to my breasts.
His rumble returned as they spread to encompass them. The thick thumbs rolled over my erect nipples as I poised myself over that which begged to come home. Then, inch by blissful inch, I eased myself onto him.
It was easier this time. Almost as if I’d grown to accommodate his tremendous girth. And each time I moved, he shuddered, the rumble hitching, his eyes closing, and then slitting open. I spotted gleaming copper between the auburn lashes.
Until, at last, he was there. Fully seated, and his big hands moved to my hips as I began the dance. Sliding off, and on, twisting and grinding. His vibrating sound increased as it filled the tiny cell, and small pebbles dropped from the walls. His hands helped set the pace, but he let me lead.
“Rileeee…” It was growled rather than spoken, a deep vibration that accelerated my heart. It was the first time he’d said my name.
And suddenly, I wasn’t just me anymore. A part of me broke away, and I was seeing myself through his eyes.Feeling what he felt.The velvet softness of each liquid slide, the tightening friction as he swelled within me. Then I was back in my body, the thick length of him rubbing and bumping in all the right places—sending zings of pure pleasure through me.
All of it pushing us closer and closer to the edge. Tighter and tighter, until with a roar, he arched up off the cot and exploded deep inside me.
He took me with him. Wave after wave. It was so intense I thought I would faint.
I collapsed on top of him, and we lay like that for a few precious seconds.
Then his hands closed around my waist, and he lifted me off him. Once my feet hit the ground, he pulled away as though scorched.
“What the fucking hell, Dreambitch.” His gaze was hostile.
Disbelief warred with rage, and rage won. “You started it,” I accused.
“What?”
“I was sitting there.” I pointed to the ground beside the cot. “And you touched my hair. And then, you sniffed me.”
One brow rose. “That wasn’t me.”
“What the fuck. That is the flimsiest excuse I’ve ever heard. That hand,” I pointed, “Ran its fingers through my hair. Caressed my face—”
“It fucking did not!” His voice had risen.
“Itfuckingwell did!” I shouted back. “And then you lifted me onto you. And yourfuckingdick wasveryinterested in what I had to offer.” He’d grown his scales mostly over it, an impressive feat considering it seemed ready for round two.
It wasn’t me, dammit.
The words, along with the emphatic denial, rang through my head. And without thinking, I answered him there.
Then who the hell was it?
His eyes widened. And suddenly, he was on his feet, backing up to the wall with his wings sprouting from his back to crash against the ceiling.
“Is everything all right down there?”
Fuck. It was the Bellati, Eli, coming to check out the shouting. And here I was, stark naked and arguing telepathically with a damned prick of a Dragon.
As I lunged for my clothes, I was shocked to see Havoc plant himself in the doorway to the cell, blocking Eli’s view of me.
