Feel the Burn (Dragon Kin #8)(51)

Because she was still laughing!

Kachka led Gaius to her favorite tree here in these Southland woods. She’d taught herself every inch of this territory since coming here with her sister. That way she could maneuver in the day or night.

When she reached her spot, she stopped and faced the king.

“There was so much grunting,” he complained about finding Zoya in his bed. “So much grunting.”

“Stop it,” she ordered him around more of the laughter that seemed to annoy him so. “If you want me to stop laughing, you must stop it.”

“I’m trying to wipe it from my mind. I’m hoping talking about it helps. But I fear nothing will help.”

He looked so despondent; she felt nothing but humor at his misery.

Not that she blamed him. She couldn’t imagine how horrified she’d have been to find Zoya Kolesova in her tent . . . grunting.

“Look,” she said, patting his chest, “I understand. I, too, would be filled with horror if I saw what you have seen. But you must let it go. Or you will never sleep again.”

“I walked in on your sister sucking Celyn’s cock. He was not happy.”

“Did you torture poor Celyn?”

Gaius shrugged. “But the Southland males make it so very easy.” He finally glanced around. “What are we doing here?”

“We will stay here tonight. You and I.”

“So you’re not going to get Zoya out of my room?”

Kachka stared at him. “Do you really want to sleep in bed that Zoya Kolesova just f*cked in?”

“Excellent point,” he conceded.

“Besides, we can f*ck here under stars.”

Gaius blinked. “We can?”

“Why would we not?”

“Well . . .” he began. Then he finally said, “I have no argument.”

“Good.” She slid her hand behind the back of his neck and pulled his head down. “Now kiss me, complaining dragon.”

“You tell me to kiss you and you insult me. Romantic.” He brought his hands up, slid his fingers into her hair, all while he gazed down into her face.

“This could be a very bad idea, you know?”

“You worry too much.”

“I’m king. I was born to worry.” Gaius tilted her head back, his eyes locked on her mouth. “But, as king, I can also worry later.”

Kachka slipped her hands around his waist, pulled him close. “That is good, dragon. That is very good.”

Gaius kissed Kachka’s smiling mouth, easing his tongue past her lips and taking his time tasting her.

He had no desire to rush this. He wanted to savor. Something told him this would be the only chance he ever had with her, so he wouldn’t waste it by rushing. Instead, he took his time and just kissed her.

Kachka’s hands tightened around his waist, pulling him against her before sliding under his shirt, easing across his back. She traced scars she found there with the tips of her fingers, and the simple action drove him nearly mad.

He released her long enough so that Kachka could pull his shirt off. She tossed it aside and then removed her own. Once she’d dropped it, she was back in his arms, kissing his neck, her hands moving over his shoulders.

At that point, they sort of dragged each other to the ground. Somehow, as they rolled across the grass, leggings were pulled off and boots went flying. Gaius lowered his head and wrapped his mouth around a nipple, his tongue teasing the tip, Kachka’s back arching. He moved to the other breast, and slid his hand between her thighs. As he eased two of his fingers inside her, Kachka tightened her legs around his waist and flipped him onto his back.

Shocked, he stared up at her. “Gods, you’re strong.”

“I know.” She moved until she straddled his waist. Gripping his now hard cock, she pressed it against her * and slid down onto it until she completely enveloped him.

She placed her hands against his chest and without moving her hips, tightened her muscles around his cock.

“Wait, wait,” Gaius gasped out, gripping Kachka around the waist.

“Too much?” she asked, deservedly looking smug.

“No, no,” he panted out. “Too perfect.”

She chuckled and pressed her chest against his, her tongue easing across the muscles of his neck while her * squeezed and released his cock, over and over again.

Gaius’s eyes crossed and his toes curled.

It had to be all the gods-damn horse riding. Either that or the gods had blessed her *, because he didn’t think he’d ever felt something so strong and yet so absolutely wonderful.

She teased his nipples while she continued to squeeze his cock.

And the little viper knew exactly what she was doing. Torturing him! Keeping him under her control!

Gaius couldn’t even think straight. He couldn’t do anything but let her keep going, praying that she didn’t stop.

She didn’t.

She squeezed his cock until he came, hard, his arms wrapped tight around her and holding her against him until she’d wrung him dry.

The big arms wrapped tight around her finally loosened and dropped to the ground. He panted beneath her, eyes closed, sweat on his brow even though it was a very cool evening by Southlander standards.

Kachka placed her elbow on his chest and rested her chin in the palm of her hand.