“We need him.” His voice was abstracted, as if he also wasn’t paying full attention to the topic at hand. Which, considering what pushed into me from behind, I was certain to be true.
“Do we just sit here?” I had to clear my throat part way through the sentence and my mind was filling with white noise. The heat of him was like being enfolded in a furnace of rock-hard muscle. “For how long?”
“Shh,” he murmured. His arms tightened slightly around me. “A while.” He almost sounded as if he would continue to speak, but stopped himself. Instead, he lowered his head to my hair, and inhaled.
I would never have thought hair sniffing to be a huge turn on, but I was already in more than a bit of a state. When he did that—fucking hell. The harness had me pinned to him, but my back arched anyway. I panted like a dog in heat.
But he was a Drake, dammit. What was I doing?
His big hands hesitated when I leaned my torso into his. “Your scent is calling to me, but you have to tell me what you want,” he murmured.
Want? It was not a strong enough word. My body burned for him. He might be a Drake, but he was effing gorgeous. No human male was ever going to compare to this… “Can Drakes and humans… I mean—” I broke off as my mind warred with my body. I had no explanation for this kind of craving. Maybe we were resonating on a purely animal level?
“Oh, yes,” he breathed. “My brothers are mated to a human.”
Why did my breath hitch? “Xandros and Rhodes?”
“No. Myelderbrothers.” He pulled my hair away from the side of my neck, and trailed his nose along it, inhaling hard. “Do you want this? Do you want me? I have to know, Princess Jazmin.”
The way he said ‘Princess Jazmin’, with his weird Drakonianaccent, sent shivers of anticipation through me. My bodyburned. Yes. Yes, I wanted him. More than I had ever wanted anything. Certainly more than I had ever craved any human…
A pulse of pure heat coursed through me. My lips formed and gave assent without conscious thought.
“Yeah,” I said. “I want you.”
The second I offered it, he ran his big hand up beneath my shirt and along my ribs. Strong fingers hesitated at the clasp, before he pushed the bra aside to cup my breasts. His thumbs flicked over nipples already standing at full attention. I moaned, and squirmed against what was pinned between us.
He released the harness with a single, impatient poke and lifted me as though I were nothing but a kitten instead of a full-grown woman. Okay, maybe I was a little on the petite side, but the way he spun me around to straddle his powerful thighs had me trying to climb him like a tree.
I wasachingfor him. Felt like I would die, if I didn’t get him. I inhaled his unique scent—fresh, yet redolent of a forest after a rain, with a hint of fragrance that reminded me of sweet tobacco. I pulled away long enough to rip off my shirt, and along with it, my bra. His gaze dropped to the revealed breasts, and his eyes glowed brilliant emerald. Then he reached up a huge hand to cup my jaw—the long fingers extended into my hair.
“You are gorgeous, Princess Jazmin,” he whispered.
“Kiss me,” I begged, keeping my own voice low. “And just call me Jaz.”
His eyes flared. “Kiss? Is that pressing our lips together?”
I blinked up at him. “You’ve never kissed anyone?”
He hesitated. “Drake females are scarce.” As his fingers traced fire over my lips, he tilted his head a little to the side. “So soft…”
I scanned his features. “Have you ever been with a female?”
He stiffened slightly. “Sort of.” Said a little louder, and he winced.
What? “How can you ‘sort of’ be with a female?”
He shifted uncomfortably beneath me. “She used her mouth on me.”
Okay, he’d had a blowjob, so not completely inexperienced. But close enough. I couldn’t quite believe it. I took a deep breath, and whispered, “Let me show you how humans kiss.”
His eyes flared as I tangled my fists in his thick red-gold hair, and lowered his face to mine. He shuddered as I danced my tongue along the sensitive seam of his lips. Then I pressed mine to his, and kissed him.
I was totally unprepared for the explosion when our lips met. I squirmed in his lap, caught up in a wave of lust and something I didn’t dare try to define. Taste, touch, scent—senses that I most neglected, came alive. He tasted of spice and fresh rain, like a mountain stream. His lips were warm and smooth, but firm. I was flooded with a feeling ofrightness.
Like I’d been waiting my entire life for that kiss. It spoke to something deeper, and it almost gave me pause. Was my heart more involved than I wished to admit?
No. Heart was a commitment I wasn’t ready for. Not when he was a Drake, and I needed to be free…
