About a Dragon (Dragon Kin #2)(87)

“Why?”

“Because…” she pushed the handle down and made ready to move, “…I want to watch you squirm thinking about me sucking that huge shaft of yours into my mouth later tonight.”

He went to grab her, but she had the door closed in his face before he had the chance. She locked it and leaned against it, smiling even as he banged on it from the other side.

“Open this door, wench!”

“No.I have to get dressed. Go and play with your brothers, dragon. I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Evil tease.” She heard his body lean up against the door, and his whispered words made it into the room like a warm, caressing wind. “I’ll make you pay for this tonight, sweet Talaith. I promise you that.”

As always, he moved silently in his human form, but she still knew when he’d walked away from the door.

Talaith took slow, easy breaths and tried hard to get her body under control. She couldn’t go down to dinner with her ni**les burrowing through the dress and her wet sex leaving marks on her chair.

“It would be unseemly,” she said to no one in particular, then she laughed and it felt so good.

* * *

Briec sat back in the chair, staring at Talaith as she did her best to ignore him and continue to listen to Gwenvael tell a completely inappropriate tale about himself and several young maids whose poor father caught them in his stables.

It had been a long, painful meal. At least for his cock. Although he did have to admit, if he weren’t so rock hard and desperate to get inside Talaith, it would have been a pleasant dinner with his kin.

At first, though, Briec wasn’t so sure that would be the case. Fearghus kept glowering at Talaith over his wine. But by the third time, when Briec thought for sure he’d have to beat his brother to death, Annwyl’s hand slipped under the table. Briec quickly realized that without breaking conversation with Morfyd who sat on the other side of her, Annwyl had taken a rather firm hold of her mate and apparently had no intention of letting go. After that, Fearghus paid attention to no one but Annwyl.

Morfyd shook her head in disgust. “That poor man.”

“What?” Gwenvael demanded with a smile. “They couldn’t remain virgins forever.”

“Oh, that’s it.” Morfyd stood. “I’ve heard enough. The full moon rises, I have things I must do, and I’m finding you, brother, quite vile.”

“You know you love me.”

“Only because our mother insists upon it.”

Morfyd grabbed hold of her satchel and headed out. They never questioned their sister’s witchcraft, they simply appreciated it.

“I’ll see all of you on the morrow.”

Éibhear stood as Morfyd walked from the Great Hall. “I have this intense urge to go flying. Like to come, Gwenvael?”

“No, little brother. I have some other plans.”

Now sitting on her mate’s lap, Annwyl leaned forward. “Take care you oversized slag. I hear one more complaint about you and I’ll—”

“And you’ll what, dear sister?” Gwenvael challenged. “You’ll what?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Perhaps you should ask your father that.”

Fearghus really should stop looking so proud when she mentioned that past incident. It did nothing but offend their parents.

“Evil wench,” Gwenvael teased.

“Shameless dragon.”

Gwenvael stood. “Shame is for the weak and the humans. No offense, Talaith.”

“None taken,” she laughed.

“But it’s such a stupid emotion, don’t you think?”

Annwyl snuggled back into Fearghus’ body, wrapping her arms tight around his waist. “Then it fits you perfectly, eh Gwenvael?”

Giving an arrogant snort, Gwenvael followed his sister and younger brother out. That left the few servants cleaning up and the two couples.

Briec stared hard at Talaith. He’d grown bored with his kin. He wanted her.

“You ate all the dessert,” he accused.

“Was that entire cow not enough of a meal for you, dragon?”

“I barely got any. Between you and my brothers. Besides, you should have made sure I was well fed. Isn’t that one of your duties?”

Her eyes narrowed, but he saw the lust in them. “I have no duties, you scaly bastard. And I never will.”

“Well…” Annwyl interrupted, although Briec never turned from Talaith. “As entertaining as this is, we’re off. Oh, and Talaith, let Izzy know she can stop at the practice field after mid-meal tomorrow.”

Talaith’s eyes turned from lustful to panic in a heartbeat, her head swinging around to freeze Annwyl right where she was. “What?”

Annwyl sat back down in Fearghus’ lap. “What what?”

“Why does Izzy want to come to the practice field?”

“Arrow in the dark…to watch us practice?”

“Don’t get sarcastic with me, my liege. My daughter will not be watching anyone practice anything.”

“Why are you so upset? It’s not like I asked your brat to join my army.”

Talaith pointed a finger at the one woman who could legally have her beheaded. “And you just keep it that way.”

“Are you threatening me? I just want to be clear. Are you threatening me?”