About a Dragon (Dragon Kin #2)(9)

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Briec only slept an hour or so. The suns hadn’t moved far through the sky. He glanced around the camp and panic swept through him. Gone. She was gone. But then he heard her gasp and a startled, “Ack!”

Before he could move, she stumbled out of the forest pulling her nightdress down. He really would have to get her something better to wear than that. He’d begun to despise it.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded as he quickly stood, ready to blast anyone who may have touched her or tried to harm her.

She opened her mouth to answer but closed it again.

“Well?” he pushed.

She shrugged. “Bugs.”

“Did you say bugs?”

“Yes. And don’t look at me like that.” She glanced around the forest. “I don’t like…” she shuddered, “…being outside.”

She walked closer to the dwindling fire. “I was off taking care of…uh…some things when something suddenly crawled on me.”

He stared at her and she angrily folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t need to be judged by you.”

“As you wish.”

She perked up. “Really? As I wish? Then can I go home?”

“Yes.”

She blinked in surprise and he smiled. “Home with me. Unless you hope to return to the noose.”

“Oh, keep tossing that into my face,” she snapped.

“If it gets me what I want.”

She stormed up to him, looking fierce in her dirty nightdress and bare feet, gorgeous hair an out-of-control mane of curls, and pointed one small finger at him. “I. Detest. You.”

Briec leaned down until their noses almost touched. “I. Don’t. Care.”

Screaming in exasperation, she turned away from him. He couldn’t hear what she muttered, but he really didn’t care.

“Let’s be off. I want to get a few more leagues between us and that den of vipers you lived with before the suns go down.”

“You’re really insisting I go with you, aren’t you?”

“Of course. You’ll be safer with me.”

“And how can I be sure of that?”

Briec walked over to her. Gently gripping her shoulders, he said, “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“But you won’t let me go either.”

“Where exactly would you go? Clearly you’re from Alsandair. I can tell by your color.” He reached up and caressed her cheek, startling her. But he couldn’t help himself. She had the most beautiful brown skin he’d ever seen. Flawless, even when outright cranky. “Do you have family here? Friends? Anyone who cares for you within a thousand leagues of this place?”

She tried to turn her face away at his words, but he wouldn’t let her. “Trust me. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. And we’ll at least get you some decent clothes.”

“Fine.”

He stared at her, but her face revealed nothing. She’d taken control of her emotions and hidden any feeling she had. She was good at that.

Realizing he’d gotten the most out of her he could, Briec walked away. When he was at a safe enough distance, he chanted the old spell of his people and his body shifted. He went from man to dragon in moments. She stared at him, looking duly horrified. It was no longer dragonfear. No, she simply found him a monster. He’d somehow have to get her over that.

With that last thought swirling through his brain, Briec the Mighty did something he never thought he’d do. He lowered himself to the ground as much as possible.

“Climb up.”

Her eyes widened. “Climb up? Where?”

Briec sighed, annoyed he’d even think of allowing this. “On my back. Grab hold of my hair and climb up.”

“Can’t we walk? Or a brisk run is always nice.”

“Woman, don’t test me.”

She glanced desperately around the forest, apparently looking for that last way out. But he didn’t give her one.

“Unless you’d like to make our journey wrapped in my tail—”

Her head snapped around. “No!” she yelped.

“Then climb.”

After another long pause, she finally walked over to him. With a deep sigh, she grabbed hold of his hair and hauled herself onto his back. She actually tried to sit sidesaddle. And he knew why. Except for that dagger she kept on her, she was naked under her nightdress.

“That won’t work, little human. You’ll need to straddle me.” He heard her quiet moan of despair and fought back a laugh. Normally he would never revel in someone else’s discomfort. But he knew what she was hiding as soon as she straddled his back. He felt it against his scales as if it were human skin she rested upon.

The woman was wet. Evidently she liked a good fight. Of course, so did he, when he found a worthy opponent.

Add in that heady scent of lust, and Briec knew he’d made the right decision.

She was his…until he was done with her.

Smiling, he unfurled his wings and took to the skies. All the while enjoying the feel of his little human clinging desperately to his back and hair, even as she insisted on squealing like a frightened mare.

Chapter Four

Arzhela, the goddess of Light, Love and Fertility, glowered down at the lowered head of her priestess.