Page 59 of To Quench Her Thirst

"What's wrong, baby—are you feeling lightheaded?" he asked anxiously.

"Maybe…maybe a little," Addie confessed. "I think maybe I should lie down." She looked at him hopefully. "Could you help me to the bedroom?"

Of course, baby,” he murmured softly. Carefully he took her leg off his shoulder and rose to put an arm around her. “Come on—let’s get you more comfortable.”

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DRAGO

There were compact living quarters at the back of every Kindred long-range shuttle and this one was no exception. Drago told himself he shouldn't be doing what he was doing, even as he shepherded Addison through the living area and the narrow food prep area and into the single bedchamber.

You’re getting too close—going too far. Especially if you’re going to leave her,he told himself sternly. But Gods, how could he pass up one last chance to suck her sweet nipples and eat her soft little pussy? Her juices were so delicious—sweet and salty and perfect. And the way she moaned and tugged his hair made his shaft so hard it ached!

Well, just be sure you keep your shaft away from her,he warned himself.You know you can’t risk Bonding her to you. She doesn’t want to be tied for life to a male with a Primal Drake that’s already injured her.

Speaking of his Drake, it seemed strangely content. Even when he had given into the temptation to lick Addison’s pussy, it hadn’t demanded to come out. Drago wondered if that had anything to do with its recent flight. Maybe it was too tired out by all the action at the Palace of Sheelash to put up a fight.

At any rate, it was nice not to have to contend with the beast inside him for once. He could feel it, curled at the back of his mind, and there had been definite feelings of enjoyment as he tasted their Fated Mate. But the Drakewasn'tpushing its way forward and demanding that he Claim her, which was good. At least he didn't have to worry about it bursting out and hurting her as he healed and pleasured her.

He opened the door to the bedchamber which contained a single piece of furniture—a large bed built especially for a Kindred warrior. It was big enough to share, in case the warrior in question had a bride.

“There you go, baby—lay down,” Drago said, nodding at it.

But when he put his hand down to the small of her back to help her up onto the puffy gel mattress, she gave a little moan and twisted away from him.

Drago frowned.

“Hey—what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” she said quickly. “I’m just sensitive, that’s all.”

“Yes, butwhyare you sensitive? Here—let me see what’s under that shirt.”

Before she could protest, he was pulling his uniform shirt down and away, baring her back for the first time.

What he saw made him bite back a gasp. Shestillhad the spider web pattern on her back but it had gotten much—muchbigger.

“Whatisthis?” he asked, bewildered as he traced the pattern with one finger. “I thought your fangs and all the signs of being ‘the Queen of Night’ were gone.”

“I thought so too—until I saw it.” Addison looked over her shoulder, her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know why it’s still there but itburns, Drago.”

He was immediately filled with concern for the small, curvy woman he loved so much.

“Hey, baby, don’t cry.” Turning her so they were facing, he cupped her flushed cheeks in his hands and swiped away the tears with his thumbs. “Everything will be all right,” he promised her. “Do you want me to try to heal it?”

Addie looked up at him hopefully.

“Do you think you can?”

Drago shrugged.

“Only one way to find out. Tell you what, get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed so I can reach you. Okay?”

She nodded.

“Okay.”

“Good girl.” Drago helped her up onto the high mattress, being careful not to touch the thick black web markings on her back so he didn’t hurt her.

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