Dragon On Top (Dragon Kin #0.4)(41)

Bram still had tight hold of her hips when he began to take her harder, faster. And she didn’t mind. Did her wound hurt? A bit. But it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Nothing she wouldn’t risk to experience the best bloody f**k of her entire life.

She came hard, her body stiffening in Bram’s arms, her cry of pleasure caught in her throat. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let the climax rip through her. When she gave that last gasp, Bram laid her back out on the desk and then he was pounding inside her, taking her brutally until he came, his body shaking over hers, his head dropping between her br**sts.

Ghleanna stroked Bram’s hair and let out a soul-deep breath. They didn’t speak. Perhaps there was nothing to say. Instead, after a few minutes, Bram picked her up and stumbled to the bed, dropping them both onto it. He pressed his hand to her wound and she patted it. As she’d predicted, the wound had not opened. She had not been further damaged. She was fine. More than fine in fact.

He stayed inside her, managing to get off his leggings and boots without moving away from her.

Once Bram was completely naked, he began kissing her neck, her jaw, her mouth, and slowly, taking his time, he began to thrust inside her again. This time, she knew, would again be on his very controlled terms.

And she had no problem with that.

Chapter 14

Bram woke and he knew Ghleanna was already awake too. He knew because he felt her sucking his c**k into her mouth. She was under the fur cover, but he opened his eyes and watched as the fur rose and fell while she manipulated his c**k the way she manipulated her damn battle axes.

One hand reached back and he gripped the headboard. Gods, her mouth! Her beautiful, wonderful mouth. Everything about Ghleanna was wonderful, beautiful, amazing, perfect . . . absolutely perfect. Perfect, perfect—

“I have been waiting over an hour for—” The Empress of all Sea Dragons in this region halted to a stop after walking into Bram and Ghleanna’s room unannounced.

Helena stopped. Ghleanna, however . . .

Helena’s mouth opened, closed, opened again. Then she rolled her eyes and snapped, “When you two cretins are done molesting each other, we are waiting for the next draft of your truce proposal, peacemaker. And I don’t like to wait!”

With Ghleanna turning him inside out, all Bram could manage was a, “Uh-huh” along with a thumbs-up.

Disgusted, Helena spun on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

“Barbarians!” he heard Helena yell from the hallway. “Every Land Dweller is a bloody barbarian!”

If she said anything after that, Bram didn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear anything over the roar of the rushing wave in his head as his body bowed and he came in Ghleanna’s mouth. She sucked and licked until she’d milked him dry and then she crawled back out from under the covers, licked her lips, and grinned at him.

“Did I hear something?” she asked, cheeky cow that she was. “A little earlier?”

Bram caught hold of her face between his hands and held her in place while he kissed her, tasting himself on her lips, knowing she’d taken all of him in.

“You are such a naughty She-dragon,” he laughingly accused her while he pushed her back on the bed. “What am I going to do with such a naughty She-dragon?”

Bram had left her alone so he could finish that stupid truce. And feeling remarkably well, Ghleanna headed back to the soldier’s training room. When she entered, the soldiers stepped back, bowed their heads in respect.

“Captain Ghleanna.”

“Captain.”

“Lady Captain.”

Ghleanna grinned. Oh, yes. She had all sorts of things to keep her busy until Bram was done.

She picked up a battle axe, gave it a few practice swings, feeling complete with a weapon back in her hand, then asked the roomful of soldier dragons, “Who’s first then?”

While the senators argued and debated about issues they had absolutely no control over—why did he need to be here again?—Bram stared off across the chamber and wondered when this would all be over so he could get back to Ghleanna. Get back inside Ghleanna.

They’d only spent a few hours together in the big scheme of things, but gods! That female. She turned out to be everything he’d ever dreamed of. In bed and out. And not everyone f**ked well while human—but she did. A good thing since it was one of his favorite pastimes.

“So,” the Empress asked over the shouting of the senators, “you and the Cadwaladr?”

Bram looked up at the dais she sat upon and replied, “Aye.”

“Shocking. I thought you’d find someone more . . . feminine.”

She smirked and returned her attention to the arguing senators but Bram asked, “Why?”

“What?”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you think that?”

Her eyes widened a bit and the Empress stammered, “Well, you are so . . . and she is so . . . and the two of you together are so . . .” She gazed at Bram a moment, forced a smile and a laugh and said, “Oh, nothing!”

Bram had focused on the arguing senators again when one of the royal pages rushed into the chamber. He stood in front of the Empress until she motioned him closer. He whispered something in her ear. And, while Bram watched, her pale human skin turned bright red with rage. Helena jumped to her feet and rushed from the chamber, her entourage scrambling to catch up with her.