Page 14 of Silent Jay

I rubbed my forehead, bits of drying mud raining onto my lap.

You need this. You can focus in the morning. He’s hot as fuck. He even had an erection while you were covered in mud. When has that ever happened?

Rehan’s deep blue dragon eyes burned into my memory. When he’d kissed me, a fire lit in my core I hadn’t felt in…. My heart slowed….

A memory tried to fight to the surface. Someone’s strong arms circled my waist….

In my next breath, the memory vanished like it had never been, and my conflict once again battered my brain.

This was not my first time being captured by someone. I spent a few years locked in a sorcerer’s tower. A stint in some royal dungeons before I’d come into my power fully… this one time, I got trapped in a crystal. The physics on that one still blew my mind.

Not all of my time in captivity ended negatively. Slain the Great’s lair had actually been quite lovely for the twelve hundreds. The old dragon taught me draconic, eventually becoming one of my best friends and letting me go. But it took years and did not include expected physical relations.

I sighed, my fingers poised to flush the toilet.

Whatever was going on, three facts remained. I had no magic. I still couldn’t talk. And no matter my hormones, someone set me up to be here.

Fudge on a stick.

I dropped my arm, and the water washed away my waste.

Instantly, Tyson opened the door again. He lifted me off the seat like a child and carried me into the shower. I refused to admit how much I loved it. Maybe, just for tonight, I would let him take care of me. Live in a romance novel written for someone else.

Yes, get it on, Jay!

Tyson kept his towel firmly tied around his waist as he soaped me down. I was simultaneously grateful and disappointed. The hot water felt too good on my overworked muscles, and his hands were even better as they stripped my remaining garments and explored my skin.

His light fingers constantly moved over my body as he walked the line between caring and sexual. An extra circle around my breasts dove into a wide arch down my sides. His fingers brushed my hips while his soaped-up loofa kissed my junction. He paused at my lower back, pressing on the big muscles before kneading them like putty.

I groaned. The first sound to come out of me, which wasn’t a squeak, and I leaned into his ministrations.

“You like that?” he purred.

I didn’t answer, unwilling to encourage the dragon but not wanting him to stop. My legs trembled again. I was exhausted. He did a final rinse of my long hair before picking me up and setting me into the bathtub filled with bubbles.

A fucking bubble bath—what was I, twelve?

Yes, Jay, twelve. You fucking love this.

Ugh, I do.

The hot water covered my body, and I sank into it with a sigh.

He slipped out the door, returning with a plate of honest-to-god grapes. Shirtless, he sat on the edge of the bath and fed me like I was a Greek goddess, and I sunk further into the fantasy.

“I love a woman with an appetite,” he murmured, setting down the empty plate.

A few grapes does not an appetite make.I tried to say, but only squeaks came out of my mouth.

He grinned and licked his lips before running his smooth hands down my back. When I leaned forward to give him better access, he stood and dropped the little towel from around his waist. His half-erect cock bobbed before he slid behind me, dragging every inch of his hardening length down my spine.

I wanted to protest, instead, I shivered with need, my core heating and my nipples hardening despite the hot bath.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered.

I stiffened. The empty compliment tore me out of my trance. I was a prisoner. This was not hot. I tried to push away from him, but there was only so much room in the tub, and the slippery bottom offered little traction.

Yes, not enough traction in the tub to move away from the super hot dragon shifter super into you. Exactly.

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