About a Dragon (Dragon Kin #2)(39)

“You can stop now,” he growled. Releasing the material of her gown, he allowed it to slip down her body and pool at her feet. “I need no more clarification on that subject. I just needed to be sure.”

“Well, in case your old age has caught up with you, dragon, I tried to leave and you wouldn’t let me. You brought me here. You are keeping me here. I can promise that getting trapped here with you and your brothers in this lovely cave was not part of any grand scheme of mine.”

One big hand slid across her shoulder and to the skin above her br**sts. “Thank you for pointing that out.”

She smiled. “Just trying to help you out, you poor old thing. How old are you anyway? Two, three thousand years?”

That’s when he shoved her into one of the bigger hot spring pools.

Bastard!

By the time she’d pulled herself to the surface, he was there. Naked, hot, and quite determined.

“Wait-“

“No.” He pushed her to the pool’s edge, her back against smooth stone. “We’re done talking. Let’s find other uses for that acid tongue.”

She braced her hands against his chest, pushing him away while he grabbed hold of her waist. “Oh, yes, that’s me. She of the acid tongue. While you, Lord Dragon are rife with charm.”

“Rude cow,” he snarled.

“Overbearing bastard,” she snarled back.

The only warning she got was the narrowing of his eyes, then he was kissing her.

She tried to fight him off…in a way. She knew she punched his shoulder at least once. But as his tongue slid between her lips and he pulled her body tight against his, she really did lose sight of her ultimate plan—whatever that ultimate plan might have been. She didn’t know anymore.

All she knew was that she was naked. He was naked. They were alone. The hot water of the spring caressed her body while his strong, rough hands gripped her tight. And it had been so long since she’d been with anyone—human or otherwise.

He released her mouth, only to move down to her throat. Where the noose had bit into her flesh, he licked the still-healing wound gently, causing her to pant and whimper. Then, against her ear, he said, “Tell me to stop, Talaith. Tell me you don’t want this.”

She frowned in confusion. “Why…oh!” Her eyes crossed as the tip of his tongue dipped into her ear. “Why are you saying that to me?”

“Because you seem to always do the opposite of what I tell you.” Big hands gripped her br**sts, the thumbs dragging slowly around her ni**les. “I wanted to ensure your silence.”

She laughed and she could feel his mouth smiling against her neck. “Cheeky bastard.”

“Aye. You do bring out the worst in me, little witch.”

One of his hands released her br**sts, but his mouth quickly took the empty spot. His tongue lapped at her nipple, his teeth gently grazed it. So lost in the feel of his mouth on her, she didn’t notice where his free hand was until his middle finger slid into her.

She gasped, her head thrown back.

That strong finger moved around inside of her, exploring her. “Gods, you’re tight. Exactly how long has it been?”

Longer than she was willing to admit. “None of your business.” She winced as he pushed two fingers inside her.

“Well that statement screams years.”

“You know, you keep talking and annoying the living hell out of me.”

His fingers never slowed their steady, probing invasion. “You’re right. We should be like you—Talaith, she of the few words.”

She had a very rude remark at the ready, but he licked his lips and again attached them to her breast. Talaith’s head rested against the edge of the pool as her body arched into him.

Digging one hand into his long hair and the other gripping his shoulder, Talaith held him to her. Her hips moved of their own accord, following the movement of his fingers. Gasps filling the cavern, he played her body effortlessly, making her lose control. But when his finger slid across her clit again and again, Talaith couldn’t hold back any longer. Her mouth opened and a long, drawn-out groan shuddered out of her. Then her entire body bowed, a brutal climax slamming through her.

His fingers pushed back inside her, scissoring open several times. “Much better.” She didn’t know what he meant until he turned slightly and his hands gripped the back of her knees, lifting them up and apart. Horrified at how exposed he’d made her, she tried to pull away from him, but his erection pushed against her sex, demanding entrance…and receiving it.

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His c**k slid inside her and wet heat wrapped around him, welcoming him home. Briec closed his eyes, shocked at exactly how good being inside this woman felt. So soft. So beautiful. So damn difficult.

“We…we shouldn’t be doing this,” she panted out desperately.

Dammit! But that wasn’t a firm “no”—so he needed to distract her before she said the word he dreaded. The one word that would make him stop.

Well, she was human. Didn’t they usually like compliments and things? It couldn’t hurt.

Ignoring his body’s demand to pound into Talaith like his life depended on it, he said, “You have very strong thighs.”

He felt her entire body tense suddenly. Uh-oh.

She pulled back a bit to look into his face. He didn’t like the scowl she suddenly had but she no longer looked panicked either. “Sorry?”