77. Angélique
77
Angélique
I ’m taken aback by Elhyor’s words. I don’t know if he realizes what they mean to me, but it’s like he reached into my heart and found exactly what I would never ask and still gave it to me.
But it’s more than that.
Did he just offer his heart to me at the same time as his army and his body?
I must have heard him wrong. It didn’t sound like the grumpy dragon I’ve grown to know so far.
I’m pretty sure I imagined that last part. And if so… does that mean I’d like for it to be real?
“Pierre, can you get men ready? Angélique has a mission for them.”
Elhyor’s voice drew Angélique away from her thoughts.
“How many and where to go?” Pierre asks through the holo that is resting on the desk.
I expect Elhyor to answer Pierre—acting like the second in the absence of Brice—directly, but I’m met with pointed silence and when I look at Elhyor’s face, I can see that he is waiting for something.
He’s waiting for me.
He’s waiting because he wants me to be the one to say what the mission is, and it’s one thing to say that I could have commanded the men, but it’s another altogether to show me it’s true.
“Pierre? It’s Angélique. Luc should already have a list of castles to visit. Send teams of two in their shifted forms there. It’s a recon mission only. No one tries anything. They go in, they search everything and then they either report or come back, but they don’t try anything funny.”
“Okay,” Pierre says through the holo. “Any idea how long we let them search?”
“A couple days just to be sure that we don’t miss any movement,” I start. “If there are dungeons, there are going to be guards, too. So, it’s going to be easy to spot. If there are guards, that might be a good thing if the team stays a bit longer so they can find out where the dungeons are.”
“Got it,” Pierre answers, and then the line goes dead.
“It feels good, right?” Elhyor asks with a glint in his eyes that I don’t recognize. It doesn’t deter from the fact I know exactly what he means, but instead of answering I open my legs, grab his shirt with both hands and pull him to me.
The chair rolls to me with no resistance, and Elhyor’s narrow hips end up nestled between my thighs.
“I like where your mind is going, Little Devil,” Elhyor says, and I can feel his beast rumble under my hands.
“Yeah?” I ask, even if I don’t give him time to actually answer my question. Instead, I tug some more on his shirt and bring his lips to mine.
He wanted to let me command while we were on the holo; I might try that in other ways, too.
I slowly lick the corner of his lips and then I suck his lower lip between mine before kissing him very slowly. Except for his lips against mine, Elhyor isn’t moving. He’s letting me do as I please without rushing me. Even his hands are settled on my hips, not trying to get me closer to the edge of the desk.
I’m taking my time, tasting his lips on mine and tangling my tongue with his, all without rushing anything. This isn’t about an itch that I want to scratch. This is me wanting to show him appreciation, just the way he did when he trusted me with leading his people.
So, I’m not trying to appeal to the beast inside of him; I’m just enjoying the feel of him under my mouth.
It doesn’t prevent me from growing wet, though, because I know exactly where I want this to go.
For a second, I stop kissing him, just long enough to tug at the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head, and then I’m kissing him again.
But this time, I don’t stay on his lips. I pepper open-mouthed kisses on the edge of his jaw, feeling the prickly hairs of his beard, then ever so slowly trail kisses against the side of his neck, the hollow of his collarbone, the top of his chest…
And when I feel like I’m bending too much for my taste, I push him again so that his chair rolls away a bit.
Elhyor opens his legs and beckons me to come to him.
I comply, but not the way he was expecting if I believe the way his eyes widen for a fraction of a second.
I drop to my knees in front of him, hands on his thighs, but I don’t go directly where I want to be. Instead, I torturously start back where I stopped.
I kiss each of his nipples—okay, maybe I bit one and made him hiss a bit—and then the top of his abs, drawing with my lips the lines of tattoos on his skin.
I kiss his navel and then the line of blond hairs, slightly darker than his hair, that goes down under the waistband of his underwear that peeks under his cargo pants.
That’s when I finally reach for his belt.
Without saying anything, Elhyor lets me unbuckle it, then draw it away. I open his zipper, and then he helps me pull the pants and the boxer briefs he’s wearing to his knees and then leave me to remove them completely. I fumble a bit with the shoes, but I’m grateful that he doesn’t ask if I’m sure about what I’m doing.
It’s not like I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m very inexperienced when it comes to blowjobs, and I might be sure I want to do that for him, but I’m totally not sure what I’m really doing.
I might suck at it .
I snort at my own thoughts and manage to hide the sound when I drop his second shoe on the ground behind me at the same time.
Anyway, I’m doing it.