Chapter 17 #2
“Yes.” She nipped at his lower lip, as if savoring the taste of him. “What color are your scales?”
Azh blinked, caught off guard by the question. Then, with a low growl, he grabbed the silken material of his shirt and casually ripped it off his body. Wynn sucked in a sharp breath as he slowly released his magic, revealing the shimmer of crystal-blue scales tipped with silver.
“Stunning,” she breathed, lowering her hands to run them over the translucent scales rippling over the muscles of his chest. “They remind me of the ocean on a winter night. The bluest of blues kissed with moonlight.” She scraped her nails down his flat stomach to trace his clenched abs.
Azh hissed in ecstasy, a soul-deep craving to claim this woman shuddering through him. “And your wings?”
Releasing another burst of power, Azh spread his wings just far enough to give Wynn a glimpse of the silvery leather that looked too thin to hold a full-grown dragon but were as strong as steel and capable of slicing through the scales of his enemies.
Bluish flames danced over the edge of the folded sections, hinting at the enormous span that he kept tucked against his back.
If he actually spread his wings to their full length, they would destroy the small hotel.
“Oh, Azh,” Wynn murmured, her expression suddenly wistful.
Azh cupped her cheek in his hand, a sudden pang of worry slicing through him. Had she decided that he was too much? This was the first time she’d had a glimpse of his true nature. Was she worried he was more beast than man?
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re so beautiful. And powerful.” Her hand moved to trace the outline of his wing, sending quivers of electric pleasure through Azh. “You’re a god. And I’m a mere mortal.”
Azh clenched his teeth as the ground seemed to crumble beneath his feet and he felt himself soaring through the emptiness on a surge of joyous relief.
Wynn wasn’t repelled by his true self. She called him a god.
But even as he relished the awe in her voice, he was aggravated that she could ever consider herself less than astonishing.
“There’s nothing mere about you,” he rasped, lifting his head to glare down at her. “And I’m not a god. I’m just a male desperately hoping he can please his female.”
She stubbornly shook her head. “Dragons are never just—”
Her protest died on her lips as Azh dropped to his knees, tilting back his head to meet her stunned gaze.
“Wynn, I’m captivated and bewitched and utterly at your mercy.”
The uncertainty slowly faded from her magnificent eyes, replaced with a smoldering anticipation that sizzled through Azh.
“At my mercy? I like the sound of that.”
Azh surged upright, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he slowly slid her coat off her shoulders.
The heavy material slid down her body, hitting the floor with a loud thud.
He chuckled, wondering how many lethal objects she was carrying around with her.
Then the warm scent of her desire blossomed in the air, adding fuel to the flames dancing over his skin, and he groaned.
“You like the sound of having me at your mercy?” he teased, hurriedly removing the rest of her clothing to reveal her delicate perfection.
Desire blasted through him, the heat so intense he struggled to keep from singeing the delicate skin.
“Yes. It’s only fair,” she chided. “You crashed into my world and forced me to remember that I’m more than a thief.”
“Much more.” He cupped his hands under her backside, lifting her off her feet as he pressed her tight against the wall.
Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. A moan was ripped from Azh’s throat as he buried his face against her throat and sucked in her sweet scent.
“You’re a thief, and an elusive chameleon and a pain in the ass. ”
“Azh.” Wynn arched back to grind herself against the hard length of his erection.
Azh hissed, nearly falling back to his knees.
This beautiful, maddening creature was destroying him in the most fabulous way possible.
He should no doubt be terrified at the ease with which she had slipped past his barriers and, worse, distracted him from his duty to his people, but he wasn’t scared.
He was reveling in every moment he could be in her presence.
In her arms.
“You captivated me from the moment you managed to elude my grasp,” he managed to mutter, blazing a path of kisses over her flushed face. “I followed you because I couldn’t not follow you.”
“I’m glad you did.” She ran her hands down his chest, exploring him with the same bold intensity she did everything. “Most of the time.”
Azh trailed his lips down the curve of her neck, savoring each satin inch as he reached her collarbone and down to the soft swell of her breast.
“Like now?” he moaned, teasing the tip of her nipple with his tongue.
“That has yet to be determined,” she rasped, even as she trembled, the sound of her racing heart filling the room.
Azh laughed, moving to give proper attention to her other breast. He knew when a woman was drowning in passion.
“Harsh,” he whispered.
“Mmm.” Wynn reached down to fumble with the zipper of his slacks. Azh muttered an ancient profanity, embarrassingly close to losing control as her fingers wrapped around his thick arousal. “I have faith in you.”
Azh had envisioned spending hours seducing this woman. He wanted to investigate her from the top of her satin hair to the tips of her toes. He wanted to use his fingers and teeth and tongue to set her ablaze with desire.
But as Wynn stroked his cock with an impatience that sent shockwaves down his spine, he knew that those fantasies would have to wait.
Kicking off his shoes, Azh managed to get rid of his slacks before he was carrying Wynn toward the bed.
He bent down, setting her on the edge of the mattress before kneeling in front of her.
Demand was battering against him with the force of a hurricane, but he’d promised himself when he finally got her naked, he was going to discover if the heat between her legs was as delicious as he imagined.
Skimming his fingers up her bare thighs, Azh glanced up to hold Wynn’s darkened gaze as he tugged her legs over his shoulders. Her lips parted, her breath coming in short pants as he slowly leaned forward and stroked his tongue over her most sensitive flesh.
Wynn gasped and Azh grunted in pleasure.
Blessed goddess. She was wet and hot and she tasted of nectar.
Exactly as he’d imagined. Tightening his fingers on her thighs to hold her still, Azh tormented her with long strokes of his tongue and licks of flames that wrenched cries of pleasure from her lips.
“Azh, please,” she rasped. “Now.”
“Yes,” he breathed, pressing her backward and wrapping her legs around his waist. Then, threading his fingers in her hair, he positioned his cock at her entrance and slid into her slick heat with one steady thrust. “Hold on tight, my fearless thief,” he rasped, pumping deeper and deeper as the flames wrapped around them in a cyclone of passion.