About a Dragon (Dragon Kin #2)(49)

It was a waterfall. Here, inside the dragon’s cave. It was enormous, dropping right into a river that snaked and disappeared under rock.

“Briec, it’s beautiful.” She looked up and saw the pride on his face. Her words pleased him. Greatly.

He tugged her back to her feet. “That’s not all.” He took her all the way down until they stood right beside it. Their hands still clasped, he held them under the rushing water.

“It’s warm!”

“Aye. The waterfall is heated from under the ground and it warms up the river water.”

She grinned. “This is amazing.”

“My brothers don’t know it’s here,” he remarked offhandedly. “Actually, no one in my family does. They all think I use the lakes outside.”

But he’d told her. She now knew more about his home than his brothers did. The home where no other female, not a relation, had been inside.

“What do they do when they stay?” she asked, working hard to control her pounding heart.

“They use the lakes. If they knew about this, I’d never get rid of them.”

He turned to her and smiled, and her heart went back to full gallop.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable in that dress, little witch?”

She glanced down at it, grateful for the distraction. “No. It’s quite comfortable. That’s why I wore it for—” She lifted her eyes and saw him staring at her with one eyebrow raised. “Oh. Uh, I hate it. I feel completely trapped in this dress.”

“Then we best get it off you, eh?”

“All right then.”

Silently, she watched his hands slowly untie the ribbon holding the front of her dress together. The dragon took his time removing the ribbon and pulling the tight bodice apart, exposing her br**sts.

He stared at them for what felt like forever. Merely stared. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Perhaps—”

“Sssh. Quiet. I’m concentrating.”

She didn’t know which took precedence. Yelling at him for shushing her—she really hated that—or asking him why he was concentrating.

Curiosity won out.

“Concentrating on what?”

“You’re still talking.”

“Briec.”

With an exaggerated sigh, he said, “Fine. Once again I have to find ways to silence you.”

She gasped as he leaned forward and his warm mouth closed over her nipple. He sucked on it gently, driving her insane. She wanted more.

Talaith slid her hand into his silver hair, pushing him closer to her. “Harder,” she gasped. He chuckled, but obliged.

Eyes closing, she leaned back. One of his big arms wrapped around her waist and held her. With his free hand he took hold of her other breast and squeezed the nipple between his fingers. “Gods, Briec. That…that feels so good.”

He didn’t let up, keeping the pressure relentless on both br**sts. She felt every suck, every pull down to her sex. Her panting grew worse. Her small cries more intense.

“Briec…I…I think I’m…” At her nonsensical words, he sucked and squeezed harder, and suddenly a climax was coursing up her back, through her groin, out her fingers and toes. She’d never felt anything quite like it.

She gasped and shuddered in his arms as the climax overtook her. In those seconds, everything held still. All she could feel was Briec holding her and his mouth and hands on her body. The cave walls could crumble around them, and she was relatively certain she’d never even notice.

* * *

When she came, he almost came with her. It took years of hard-learned self-control to keep his climax at bay. But as soon as her body settled down, he stripped her dress the rest of the way off and tossed it somewhere. He’d have to find her another because he had no idea where he threw it. He picked her up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, her face buried in his shoulder, and walked into the water.

As soon as he had her under the waterfall, her head snapped up and she laughed like a child. Nothing had ever sounded sweeter.

“So, tell me now, little witch. Is my den better than Gwenvael’s?”

Arms thrown over his shoulders, legs high on his waist, Talaith was actually able to look down at him for once. Her hand caressed his jaw, pushing his wet hair off his face. “Oh, aye, Briec. It is.”

He smiled and held her tighter until she said, “Of course, I haven’t seen Éibhear’s den yet. It could be amazing for all I know.”

“Treacherous female,” he accused and dropped her. She briefly disappeared under the waist-high water, but as soon as he saw her flailing arms he grabbed her and picked her back up.

“That wasn’t funny!” she yelled, clawing wet strands of hair from her eyes.

“Oh, come on. It was a little funny.”

“No it was not. You vindictive—” he cut off her words with a kiss. Immediately, she melted into him. It didn’t take much to distract Talaith from her anger. One of the many things he enjoyed about her.

When he finally stopped kissing her, she finished, “Bastard.”

“Such cruel words from such a beautiful mouth.”

She blushed and looked away, always a bit uncomfortable when he complimented her. He’d have to get her over that. He loved a good compliment. And there were few beings he felt worthy of receiving them.