Chapter 7 Scarlett Insists on a Great Quest #2
Scarlett cupped his face with her hands, silently commanding his gaze. “Do you enjoy that type of thing?”
“I believe my father did, but not me. However,” he added. “I see the benefit of a spanking to establish appropriate behavior.”
“Hmm, we must try that sometime. Right now, a terrific old-fashioned bonking would hit the spot.”
Bonking. He’d never heard the term before, although he got the point. The next time he met with Ry Coppersmith and his crew, he might drop that into the conversation and see what happened.
“We can do that,” he agreed. “Both things.”
He cupped her breasts, savoring the weight of the globes.
“Better.” One green eye closed in a cheeky wink.
If they’d had more time, been in a different place, he’d have taken pleasure in going slowly and torturing them both. The thought brought the prince to mind.
Reality.
He started to pull away.
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
“We should move. Take advantage of the whitelight. We have no idea of what lies ahead and how long it will take to locate the prince.”
“You abducted me. You forced me into this quest. You fix this or I’ll make you suffer.”
Ransom froze, met her anger with a scowl.
She never faltered. Her fierce gaze made him want to scream his frustration.
The prince didn’t deserve this magnificent woman.
He’d use her, suck her dry, and discard her when she was of no further benefit.
After all these cycles at the mercy of the prince, he understood the royal’s thought processes. His entitlement.
“Ransom. I’m here.” Her eyes flashed. “You keep drifting off in your head. It’s scary because I don’t know whether the prince has connected with you or it’s something else. Talk to me. Share stuff.”
“I worry,” he said simply because, bottom line—it was the truth.
“Can you do anything more than what you’re already doing?”
“No.” In his dragon world, he’d challenge the prince. He’d burn him to a crisp with his fire.
“You can’t fight everything. All you can do is your best each day.
My brother told me too much fear of what might happen can paralyze us.
It’s best to work with the things you can control and battle the other things as they come.
Singly, they’re not as scary. What-ifs are for fiction writers.
Now, if you don’t want sexual release, that’s fine.
Get me off, and we’ll call this interlude a success. ”
Ransom stared in what was becoming a familiar reaction to Scarlett Mitchell. The woman’s mouth. The words she uttered. She was fearless. Courageous. Magnificent.
Prince Kalim did not deserve her.
“Ransom!” She reached up and pinched his biceps, dragging his attention to her. “Must I tutor you on my pleasure points?” She sighed. “Things were going so well.”
Nonplussed, he gaped at her. An insult loitered within her words. He could tell from the sly expression that had taken residence on her face.
“Oh, for great stars.” She rolled her eyes and lifted a finger to point. “Lips. Neck and ear. Breasts. Inner thighs. Clitoris. That will do for a start.”
Yet again, Ransom found himself gaping. Women from Earth were clearly a different breed.
She issued a put-upon sigh. “Very well. I’m perfectly capable of getting myself off. I thought you might enjoy helping. My bad.”
As Ransom watched, she used her fingers to pinch a nipple while her other hand stroked down her body and slid along her cleft.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and Ransom grinned.
It started slow with a twitch of lips and lengthened into a gentle curve that dug deeper until his facial muscles strained with the broadness of it.
This woman was a vixen. A minx. A challenge.
He leaned closer until his mouth was close to her ear. “Ah,” he whispered. “So that’s how you do it. This is new to me.”
“Idiot.” Her stroking, plucking fingers never slowed.
“Perhaps, I’ll help.”
“Jump in at any time.”
Ransom identified the lightness inside as happiness. Something he hadn’t experienced for a while. He traced his finger around the nipple she wasn’t plucking.
“Mouth,” she ordered without opening her eyes.
He obliged, enclosing the tight peak with his lips, but not doing anything else. Her scent wound into his lungs, his dragon pushing a sigh through Ransom’s mind.
“More,” she demanded.
Ransom used his tongue, circling her nipple before gently biting. Her moan of approval pleased him. Scarlett wouldn’t be a silent lover. He sucked, giving her a pulling sensation while he cupped the weight of the breast Scarlett was busy tormenting.
“Yes,” she whispered.
The scent of her excitement rose to him, and his own body tightened with need. Desire. Instead of acting on his wants, he caressed and teased Scarlett. He kissed and sucked. Licked and tasted. Pinched and tugged.
“Dragon-man,” she whispered. “Your touch is magical.”
Dragon-man? He grinned. He’d repeated the action so much, his face was aching, yet he felt lighter and more himself.
He eased away from her breasts and kissed a trail across her rib cage. She wriggled, and he stopped.
“Ticklish.”
“Good to know.”
“Don’t even think about tormenting me with this discovery,” she warned. “I will retaliate.”
There went his sore facial muscles again. This was one ache he didn’t mind. Ransom skirted the boundaries of tickling enough to amuse himself and not pull Scarlett-havoc down on his head. His tongue did a quick circle around her navel before he moved lower.
The entire time, Scarlett stroked her flesh at a languid pace, her caresses never faltering.
Ransom inhaled her musky fragrance and desperately wanted to taste her pleasure, to drive it higher.
He placed his hand on one muscled thigh and silently indicated she should part her legs farther.
Now, he was able to see her wetness and her glistening folds.
He glanced up and found Scarlett watching him, her eyes darker than usual and slumberous with passion.
“Let me,” he said.
“Can I trust you to get it right? Your indecisive behavior is not inspiring me to believe you can follow through.”
“You challenge me.”
“Yes.”
The stern note he’d forced into his voice never fazed her, and the woman attracted him even more. Nothing he did scared her when some women would’ve become quivering messes the instant he’d grabbed them.
Instead of arguing further, he lifted her hand away from her body. Her juices shone on her fingers, which gave him another idea. While she might believe she was torturing him, he had a trick or two in his seductive arsenal.
He raised her hand to his lips and carefully cleaned each of her fingers with his tongue. Her quick inhalation brought a thrill, although he kept this hidden. He sucked on each individual finger until her musky flavor filled his mouth. Job done, he placed her hand on her breast.
“Your role,” he murmured before turning to his next task.
He ignored the pressure at his groin—his punishment for betraying her—and blew a slow stream of air along her seam.
“Please don’t tease me.”
“Don’t tease me, she says, and yet you’ve made it into an art form. I bet you torment every man of your acquaintance.”
“Huh! I don’t get a chance with my brothers hovering like outraged chaperones. I have to use sneakiness to get anything past them.”
He caressed with a gentle pressure and gloried in her moan.
She elevated her hips into his stroke, impatient now for the gratification that awaited her.
Aware of the ticking timepiece, Ransom settled in to please her.
Her scent and taste filled his senses while his cock tightened even more.
But he remained in place, sliding one finger inside her tight channel and stroking her internally while he caressed her swollen nub with his tongue.
Her thighs tightened around him, her hips lifting to increase contact.
“Ransom. More.”
Her bossy demand pleased him, and he gave her what she wanted. Instead of glancing strokes of her nub, he gave her more direct contact while he added another finger to her sheath, filling her and testing where she enjoyed his touch most.
When he twisted her fingers to tease an upper wall, her body twitched.
She gasped. Ransom repeated the move in conjunction with purposeful strokes of his tongue.
The groan she produced had never sounded so sweet—a moan of pleasure and demand for more.
He increased his efforts, and a moment later, her body tensed like a wire pulled too tight.
Then, the spasms of her clit beneath his tongue and the rhythmic clenching of her channel around his fingers told him she’d snapped in the sweetest way.
He continued his stimulation but gradually eased off. When he rose to kiss her lips, her eyes were closed, her mouth curled in a smile.
“Ransom. I take it all back. You’re a dragon-man who knows exactly how to play a woman’s body. Thank you.”
If anything, today’s walk was more brutal than the previous day.
Scarlett didn’t mind admitting every muscle whimpered and cried surrender, although some throbbing might have been sex-related.
A grin formed, and her gaze went straight to Ransom, who plodded up the mountain path ahead of her.
The man had crazy good bedroom skills, and she hoped he might pick up where they left off tonight.
She could always give the man a BJ. Blowjobs were always interesting.
What would her brothers make of Ransom?
A dragon in the family might make for a fascinating conversation, although Ransom still hadn’t twigged to her shifter status. She’d bet the prince was screwing with quite a few of Ransom’s dragon senses, which logically was why Ransom hadn’t suspected her otherness.
She halted and rubbed her hands together. One thing—the temperature was dropping. The wicked breezes cutting through the valleys whistled straight from the snowy mountaintops while each breath carried a crisp, clean edge of frostiness.