Chapter 17 #3
He was aware that the black of his scales shone with tiny rainbows upon each one in any form of light. Rather than glancing down at himself, he refused to tear his stare away from this female.
His gaze bounced from her curls back to her captivating eyes, framed by fanning lashes that cast winged shadows above her high cheekbones.
He admired the cute tip of her nose, the dusky rose of her two-toned lips.
Then his focus drifted down to her breasts and the way he wanted to feel them pressing up against him again.
To the dress she wore and how it hugged her hourglass curves, hanging off her wide hips and hinting that her thighs might be thicker than the rest of her.
Holy heavens, I fucking like her.
His wings tightened against his back in rejection of such a notion, yet his damn cock surged even more at the realisation. The pointed head shoved against the ground in readiness, eliciting a stab of pain that aided his need rather than diminishing it.
And Kier couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten hard.
Some dragonesses had tried, but he’d just lost the will long ago. He’d fucked – he had plenty of experience – but he’d grown tired of it. So why now? Blasted, why her?
Why did he find her so fucking captivating? From the top of her head to the dainty little toes he’d seen for the first time yesterday. To her large and daunting personality, to the soft, demure smile that’d only just started peeking at him.
And why didn’t he care as much as he should?
Horny, his mind grated as he stared at her, just as his claws gouged deep enough to break apart the rock below him. Her brows furrowed at the sound before her alluring eyes darted to the cause. She’s so soft and pretty.
Her gaze landed on his scaled face.
Brave. Kind. Defiant. Stubborn. Strong in will, even if not in body.
She looked nothing like his kind; not a single fang, claw, or wing. No tail. Nothing to remind him of what he’d lost. But he liked the colour of his scales in her shaded eye.
“Did I say something to upset you?” she asked hesitantly, but there was an edge to it. She clearly found it ridiculous that he would get upset over a compliment.
“And what if you did?” he asked with a bite in his tone.
Sure, he was a little upset he was having this reaction, but he just wanted to see how she’d react. What she’d say and do.
She made a ‘blergh’ face and threw her hands up, giving him an eye roll as she got to her feet.
“I’m sorry, oh great and mighty dragon, for offending you about your eyes,” she said dramatically.
It was adorable. “Let me remove the affront to your gaze.” Then she lowered her voice.
“And just when I thought we were getting along.”
She made it a single step before Kier snapped his tail in her direction and curled it around her middle. She squealed when he yanked her back and forced her to sit.
Right up against his side.
Right where he’d be able to feel her subtle warmth, her softness, her body pressed to his scales. Her hands slapped against him when she landed with an oomph, and she remained tense as he kept her there with his tail.
Only when she relaxed somewhat did he tentatively release his hold.
She obediently and wisely stayed, and something about that had desire boiling inside him like never before. She wasn’t flighty or fighty. She was... easy.
And he liked easy.
Her head tipped up, and he felt the movement against his scales as he kept his gaze upon the horizon, worried that if he looked at her, he might turn towards her.
Might take his long-denied lust out on her.
Whether this feeling was fleeting or there was deeper meaning, he knew he shouldn’t act on it.
She wants to leave. Return to her home or whatever. Although that didn’t quite matter regarding this. He could bed her and she’d still leave; there was no issue with that. Dragons fornicated for enjoyment and temporary bonds all the time – otherwise living centuries would be utterly boring.
Males would never be caught dragging females into their lairs, even if they were desperate for connection or to elevate their needs past their own fists. They were far more civilised than that.
The idea of bedding her snagged in his mind.
Yes, he’d truly become deranged if the thought of spreading her thighs and mounting her was sending him into a lather. Right here in the sun, on the edge of this cliff.
He chuckled loudly.
There was no doubt in his mind that it’d be the last thing she wanted from him, all things considered. No, this female wouldn’t want him, but he could fantasise about it all he liked.
He was just enjoying being aroused. He’d forgotten what being pestered in this way felt like.
“Kier?” Her sweet voice interrupted his illicit musings.
He grunted and curled his tail around her backside and legs, showing her he wanted her to remain. “Leave whenever you are ready,” he offered. “But the sunset here is quite remarkable.”
It was always mirrored in the waves, turning them from cool blue to liquid fire as they danced in the distance.
He hoped she remained to see it.
It’d been a long time since he’d watched it with another without feeling like his heart was ripping in two.