A Tale Of Two Dragons (Dragon Kin 0.2)(33)

“I envy you your family, Addolgar. Their loyalty to each other is something to be cherished.”

“I do. But I also understand how we must appear to outsiders.”

“None of that means anything to me,” she said.

“I know. You’re all about honor and loyalty.”

“It’s how my mother taught me. It meant the world to her and it means the world to me.” She ran her hand through her hair and Addolgar had to bury his fingers in the fur covering so that he didn’t do the same. “I keep thinking about what she’d tell me. Right now. She was a direct dragoness. Not like most royals at all.”

“And what would she tell you?”

“I think she’d tell me to remember my bloodline. My Penarddun bloodline. She didn’t think much of my father’s.” Her lips suddenly curled into a small smile. “And she’d remind me of the strength in that bloodline. The confidence.”

Her head dropped forward and then Braith was pushing herself away from the bed and easily getting to her feet. She stepped back and, with a deep breath, she used both hands to push her hair off her face and behind her back.

Braith stood there, her gaze on Addolgar’s—and that’s when he understood what this was. What she was risking. For him.

Dragons were never more vulnerable than when they were human, except when they first hatched. Humans had no scales, no claws, no spiked tail, no flame. All they had were their ability to run fast, their interesting human form, and their devious minds. Otherwise, they were as weak and frail as rabbits.

Yet here Braith was, at her most vulnerable, and she was leaving herself open—for him.

Addolgar stood, ready to move to her side, to take her gently in his arms and softly tell her how beautiful she was and—

“Oooof !” he barely managed as Braith suddenly ran over the bed and threw herself into Addolgar’s arms.

“Too eager?” she asked, grimacing as he quickly tightened his arms around her so that she didn’t fall to the floor. Then again, the way she had her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, she could probably just keep herself up there without his help.

“I like eager,” he admitted.

“I just . . . it’s just . . .” She gazed down at him, and Addolgar didn’t know exactly what to make of this current expression.

“Braith, it’s okay if—”

That’s when she kissed him. Hard. Her arms moving to his neck and wrapping tight, her lips against his, her tongue pressing into his mouth.

It startled Addolgar at first. He usually had to work harder than this. Much harder. Unlike his father, he didn’t have females throwing themselves at him. And yet . . . that’s exactly what Braith had done. She’d thrown all the usual centaur shit away, all the promises and lies and ridiculousness, and she’d just . . . given herself to him. Freely. And with hunger.

Making him perhaps the happiest dragon in the land.

Chapter 12

Addolgar walked them over to the bed, turned, and dropped back against it, Braith still wrapped around him like a shameless snake.

But she couldn’t help herself. He was so handsome and charming and a tad goofy that she couldn’t resist him just standing there . . . naked. Wonderfully, wonderfully naked.

She’d never really found human bodies interesting one way or the other—until she’d seen Addolgar as human. Human and naked. He should always be naked. Just running around naked. Naked, naked, naked!

And now she had that perfect human naked body beneath her and, in a moment, on top of her as Addolgar flipped her and himself over.

Their kiss seemed to go on forever and she enjoyed every second of it. Every second of his taste, the feel of his tongue, the stroke of his fingers against her human skin.

She heard groaning and she realized it was her!

It was rather hard to believe that Braith of the Darkness, who was fazed by little, was groaning at the touch of . . . anyone. But it felt so good.

Addolgar pulled out of their kiss so he could lick and nibble her neck.

That drove her crazy, made her legs tighten around his waist.

His hands on her sides, he kissed his way down her throat, across her shoulder, down to her breast. His tongue curled around her nipple, tugged. She was grateful Addolgar’s heavy body was on top of her or she would have flipped off the bed. He tugged again and Braith dug her fingers into his shoulders and back. Her human fingers had no long nails, which was good because she would have torn the weak, human flesh from him.

After tormenting her other breast, he began kissing his way farther down. Braith raised her head, briefly wondered where he was go—oh. Oh! He was going there.

She reached up for the headboard as Addolgar’s tongue slipped inside her. Unfortunately, there was no headboard to grab so Braith flattened her hands against the wall and bit down on her lip, barely remembering there were others in the building trying to sleep. But she couldn’t stop the groans or the growls as Addolgar held on to her hips and explored her pu**y with what she considered wild abandon.

Braith’s eyes crossed and her toes curled. She didn’t think she could take much more. Then the tip of Addolgar’s tongue circled her clit, taking her higher and higher until he suddenly gripped it between his lips and suckled.

Braith exploded, her body shaking, her hands tearing at the wall behind her. She cried out even though she tried not to, and fell back on the bed, barely able to breathe.