Page 57 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

“Just carry me, please. To the river. You can get us there faster, I presume? Instead of me—Oop!”

Damon’s arms wrapped around me, holding me to his chest, and then suddenly, we were airborne. My eyes flew open, seeing the huge wings sprouting from his shoulders, carrying us twenty feet over the ground with great speed.

“Okay, this is definitely faster,” I admitted, trying to ignore the tangy taste of iron in my mouth. Or the slight sludge of blood, blood, that was coating us both.

“Also, it’s not a river,” he said a moment later.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a hot spring,” he said, and then we splashed into the warm water with a yelp.

Well, we didn’t yelp. I did. He was polite enough to ignore it.

“Sorry about your clothes,” he said, stripping his bloodstained shirt off and incinerating it with a flick of his hand, while my eyes drank in the bare-chested sight of him.

“Most of it is coming out,” I pointed out, splashing about in the warmth of the slow-bubbling water, enjoying the heat as it wrapped me up in its embrace. “It’ll be good enough to get home.”

“True,” he said.

His pants went up in a flash as well. Meaning he was just wearing his unde—

Whoosh.

Nothing. He was wearing nothing. The water came up to his waist when he stood, and when as he settled back under, scrubbing at his hair and face, everything was hidden.

But I’d seen it before.

“Here,” I said, moving toward him. “You’re missing a lot.”

“Uhh.”

He fell silent as I started to scrub him down, removing the traces of blood from his face, neck, and shoulders. After that, I started to work on his back, leaving him to clean his chest.

Shoulder muscles flexed and moved under my fingers as he scrubbed his upper body.

“Your wings really come from in here,” I said, fingers splayed across each shoulder blade, as if I could somehow feel a difference. “Incredible.”

“It certainly is,” he said just a bit huskily.

I traced the outline of his scapula, feeling the bone under the taut skin. The bloodstains were gone now, washed away by the water.

“You’re clean now,” I murmured.

“Thank you,” he said, slowly turning in place, my fingers dragging over his shoulders before resting on the broad flat lines of his pecs.

“Damon, I—”

“Shhh,” he said, cupping the back of my head and pulling me in to him.

A hunger I’d been shoving to the side awoke with a vengeance, surging through me like a snake, striking and biting deep as it took control of me. I growled with near dragon-like ferocity as something inside me broke. Some sort of resistance or fear shattered like glass, and I ran through it, embracing the other side.

Damon’s answering growl filled the air, washing over me. I arched up into it, into him, and stopped fighting the demands of my body. I’d nearly died today, and he was the one who had saved me.

Fingers tore at my clothing, peeling the wet fabric from my body, exposing my skin to his gaze and then his mouth. He broke free of our kiss to run his tongue down my neck, sucking gently on the skin before biting my shoulder just hard enough to make me moan.

“Mine,” he growled, lifting me higher so he could devour my breasts, sucking, kissing, nibbling on them until my nipples nearly ached with torturous desire for more. Always more.

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in tight, even as I held on to his head, the thick wet mane of jet-black hair floating freely in the water behind him. He looked up at me, his eyes as blue as the first time they’d stared at me across the bar.

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