Page 33 of Rescued By The Dragon

Dorran’s dark chuckle slid over me. He opened the basket and offered me a chocolate-covered strawberry. “Glendora makes these for me every night. As I began to eat one in my room, I wondered what you would look like eating one of these. How your mouth would move, and then my dragon became restless.”

Eyeing the strawberry, I plucked it from his fingertips and took a generous bite. I closed my eyes at the sweet taste of the chocolate as it slid down my throat.

When the silence greeted me, I looked up at Dorran and his eyes were flaming red. I nearly jumped back from him, both hands on the roof, my chest heaving with steady breaths.

Dorran chuckled. “I told you he likes you, Amara.”

Leaning forward, he swept his tongue across my bottom lip and tasted me. Dorran suddenly sat up and cracked his neck. “Sorry. I wanted to tell you that my lawyer is looking over the will and should get back to me in a couple of days.”

“That’s good. I’ve been on pins and needles waiting. I want out so bad.”

“What happened to your dad?”

“Plane crash.”

Dorran grabbed another strawberry and held it to my lips. “Your mother?”

“She died when I was small due to an illness.”

I trapped the strawberry with my teeth and swallowed a bite. “Aren’t you going to have any?”

He shook his head, the same smile in place. “My prize is watching you eat them, Little Mouse.”

“Will there be these at the ball?”

“I can make sure there are for you. I’m friends with the cook.”

Nodding, I took another bite and curled into myself. “Do you do this with other girls?”

I hated myself as soon as I said it.

I knew enough about the dos and don’ts not to say that, and yet, there I was, looking like an insecure teenager.

His emerald eyes twinkled in the moonlight. “You want to know if I sneak into other women’s houses, Amara? No, I don’t. Do I go out and try to openly date? Hell no. The girls out there are savages.”

“You just follow women home that break the law?” I asked.

“Only when my dragon tells me to, and they look like you.” I glanced down at the strawberry wedged between my fingertips.

The confidence I wanted to have had been emotionally sucked out of me over the years. As a girl, I was a spitfire. Ready with a witty comeback, and full of pride.

I could be her again. Couldn't I? “What else does your dragon tell you to do?”

Dorran eyed me suspiciously, his gaze lowered to my mouth as I took another bite, and swallowed.

“You’re a tease, aren’t you Little Mouse?”

I smirked.

In one second Dorran had me on my back, the stars and moon above me, and Dorran between my legs. My entire body froze. His mouth lingered against the skin of my neck. “My mark would look damn good on your skin, Amara. But until then, how about a bite? Or a suck. A lick?"

Dorran nipped a path down my neck to the top of my shirt. He mumbled something under his breath and lowered his mouth to my breast, the fabric between us.

The warmth from his mouth heated my skin.

Lust pooled in between my legs.

My fingers tightened around his deltoids, and I moaned shamelessly loud. Dorran’s wings fluttered outward for protection, and he sucked my nipple through the fabric of my shirt.

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