Page 15 of Never Feed a Dragon

I’d never felt anything like it. Never even dreamed of feeling anything like it.

Eli swore as he slammed into me, harder and faster, until the heat of his pleasure was leaking out of me despite our intertwined bodies.

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to recover from the intense release.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, too wrung-out to speak any louder.

“Vi,” Eli said.

There was something in his voice.

Something dark.

Worried.

Maybe even a little panicked.

“I’m clean, and I have an IUD,” I said without opening my eyes. “We’re fine. You can’t get diseases, and I?—”

“Viola.” Eli cut me off.

His voice was so harsh that I finally looked at him.

And stared for a long moment.

His eyes had been blue before. I knew that with complete and total certainty. I’d stared at those gorgeous blues more than I cared to admit.

But they weren’t blue anymore.

They were full of flames.

And the last time I’d seen a man with flaming eyes was when Elodie met August.

When there was a potential mating bond between them.

“Shit,” I whispered, before I slid out from beneath him.

He let me go.

I grabbed his pants off the floor and threw them at him, yanking a big gray blanket off the couch to wrap around my bare body. Our pleasure was rolling down the insides of my thighs, but I refused to acknowledge that.

Not when my world had all but just imploded.

Eli hadn’t put his pants on by the time I was covered up by the blanket. Which, I realized, was printed with white cupcakes on it.

Cupcakes.

Lovely.

I pointed to the front door, my hand trembling. “Get out.”

He didn’t move at first.

Just took in a long, slow breath. Then let it out.

“Get out now,” I commanded.

He still didn’t budge.

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