About a Dragon (Dragon Kin #2)(90)

He looked down at the young girl he’d gamble his treasure was still a virgin. He rolled his eyes. He couldn’t let her go back there. At least not tonight.

“Wait.” He slammed his tail on the ground in front of her. “Perhaps I’m being—”

“Oooh. Can I play with your tail again?”

She reached for it and Éibhear yanked it back. “No!”

“Well, you don’t have to yell at me.”

All he wanted to do was throw this girl back at her mother and fly away, hopefully never to see her again. But that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. So, he steeled his already taut nerves and stared down at her.

“No. You cannot play with my tail. But if you really want to go flying—”

Before he even finished the words, she squealed, grabbed hold of his mane and scrambled up onto his back.

Stunned, he sat there for a moment. He’d never known a human so immediately comfortable with who and what he was. Even Annwyl took a little time to get completely comfortable with Fearghus.

“Go, go, go! I want to fly!”

“Calm down!” This is going to be a long night.

He turned and walked off the other way.

“Aren’t we going to the castle?”

“That’ll be too short a trip. I thought I’d take you out for a bit.” At least until that moon goes back to wherever it came from. “But no screaming or anything. People are trying to sleep.”

“Yes, sir.”

Éibhear grunted, pleased he’d finally gotten her to calm down at least a little.

“You have gorgeous hair, you know. I love the color.”

“Thank you.”

“Can I put warrior braids in it?”

“No you can not!”

“I was only asking.”

Then he heard the little brat giggle and as he took off, heading away from Garbhán Isle and that moon, he debated whether to spin over onto his back and let her take her chances. But that seemed wrong.

Damn his morals.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Still waking up, Brastias held Morfyd tight against him. Her body warm, she smelled wonderful. He kissed her forehead, her cheek. She moaned and snuggled closer to him, her lips brushing his jaw.

With a smile, he kissed her. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, tugging him closer. One of her long legs wrapped around his waist as he gently moved her to her back, his tongue lazily exploring the wet warmth of her mouth.

Sighing, her hands buried in his short hair, Morfyd teasingly sucked on his tongue, playfully torturing him with a mere taste of what she could do to his cock.

Pulling back slightly, he licked her lips. He could spend hours merely kissing this female. Although he was sure he couldn’t last hours. He pushed his erection against her mound and she groaned…then she froze. He felt the change in her down to his toes. Forcing himself fully awake, Brastias leaned back and stared down into Morfyd’s beautiful blue eyes. And that’s when he saw pure panic.

“Morfyd?”

“Oh, gods!” She pushed him off her with one good shove, and scrambled out from under him. Somewhere during the night, the majority of her clothes went missing. She grabbed up her robe and satchel.

“I…uh…” She looked at him one more time. “Well…see ya.” she screamed, her face flush with embarrassment and horror. Then she ran. He didn’t know the dragon could move that fast as human.

Brastias dropped back onto the hard, unforgiving ground and stared up at the two suns.

Stared and wondered when last he may have seen his leggings.

* * *

It was late morning when Talaith finally opened her eyes. The insistent knock at the door forcing her awake.

“Hold,” she squeaked.

She looked at Briec. On his stomach, his face turned away from her, Briec’s arm still held her captive at his side. She reached over and poked him with a finger. He didn’t even move. Not surprising. Not after last night.

She pushed his arm off and slowly swung her legs off the bed. She winced and shuddered from the pain. Her entire body sore and well-used, sticky from sweat and other fluids, she wasn’t sure she could actually make it to the door. After a few moments of sitting, she grabbed one of the furs from the bed and wrapped it around her. Shuffling slowly she made her way over to the door, unlocked it and let the servants in.

Like every morning since she’d been at Garbhán Isle, they brought hot water for her bath. She waited while they filled the tub and then she dismissed them.

Talaith closed the door and made her way to the tub. Dropping the fur at her feet, she stepped into it and eased herself into the water, her body screaming in protest the entire time. Once she was in, she dunked her head under the water and proceeded to scrub herself clean.

Her exhaustion bone deep, every muscle sore. Her lips, nipple, sex sensitive to the touch. She had no idea what happened last night, but she’d be feeling its effects for days.

Over and over again, Briec took her. He was relentless and she was demanding. Sometimes he’d take her four or five times in a row. As soon as he’d climax, he’d flip her over and, still erect, start again.

She wished she could say the whole thing was some kind of horrible experience, but she’d be lying. Except for the aftermath to her body and the accidental burning of her back during the night, she enjoyed every second, and quickly lost count of her climaxes. The few times he did stop, the break wouldn’t last long. And just as she began to slip into a deep sleep, he’d start kissing her again, f**king her again. Making her beg for everything he had to give.