Page 12 of To Quench Her Thirst

"You don't have to do that, you know—don't have to hide yourself from me," he said, frowning down at her. "I have self-control—I can keep myself from looking at your beautiful body. You just surprised me at first, that's all."

“Yeah, right,” she muttered. “I don’t think so.”

Drago was stung by her distrust.

“Look, have I ever made any kind of sexual move on you before?” he demanded.

“No,” she snapped. “It’s like you’re made of stone—you never seem to notice me, no matter what I wear…until now.”

Drago wondered if she had any idea how wrong she was. Healwaysfucking noticed her—and the only part of him that was stone at the moment was his shaft which was aching with need. Fuck, the bonding knot at its base felt ready to explode!

“Fuck that,” he growled impatiently. “Just because I don’t stare at you doesn’t mean I don’t notice how beautiful you are. Besides, at least I didn’t insultyouroutfit. What did you mean when you said I looked ready to make a ‘BDSM porno?’”

“It’s nothing,” she said, her cheeks getting even redder if that was possible. “Just a kind of sexual fetish where people wear a lot of leather and tie each other up and…and do things to each other.”

“They do?” Drago was intrigued. “What things?”

“Sexualthings." Addison cleared her throat. "Anyway, they wear outfits like that leather strap thing you've got on." She motioned to the leather harness crisscrossing his bare chest. "You look good too, by the way," she added, her tone softening a little. "I've, er, never seen you with your shirt off before."

“The same way I’ve never seen you without your undergarments,” Drago pointed out. “You look fuckingbeautiful, but I think it’s better if you put them back on.”

“What? Why?” she demanded, frowning up at him—and still keeping her arms and legs, crossed, he noticed.

“Because just becauseIhave self-control doesn't meaneverymale does,” Drago growled. “I don’t want that bastard, Lx Sambla to see you like that—he might get ideas.”

“So what if he does?” she demanded. Standing abruptly, she marched over to him, hands on her gorgeous, wide hips. “Lx Sambla is charming and attentive. What if Iwanthim to see me like this?”

Inside, Drago felt his Drake begin to growl. The veryideaof their Fated Mate with another male made the beast want to erupt in rage.

“Easy…easy, now! She doesn’t mean it,”he sent, trying to quiet the uneasy rumblings.

“You don’t want other males seeing your assets,” he said aloud. “You’re normally a very modest female. Even on Grethian Five when they asked us both to strip and swim in their sacred river you declined and said you couldn’t swim, even though I know you can.”

“That was different!” Addison protested. “They wanted us to getall the waynaked. At least with the feasting dress on I’m still fully covered.”

“And fully exposed at the same time.” Drago allowed his eyes to drift downwards again, taking in the slinky black dress that clung to every curve and hollow. He loved the way it draped over her wide hips and thick thighs—he could just imagine dropping to his knees before her and getting his head under the black skirt of the dress. He wanted to trace her sweet pussy slit with his tongue while she moaned and tugged his hair…

"Hey, you're staring again! I thought you said you had self-control!" Addison exclaimed.

“I do.” Drago gave her an angry smirk, allowing one corner of his mouth to rise. “But since you’re determined to show yourselfoff to every male in this fucking palace, why shouldn’tIlook too?”

“Oh, you’re impossible!” Addison covered her breasts with her arms again. “Just…go away and leave me alone!”

“You know I can’t,” he growled. “I’ve sworn to protect you, Addison. Fromallkinds of predators, which is exactly what that fucking Lx Sambla is!”

“Don’t start on him again!” Addison exclaimed. “If you showed me even aquarterof the interest he does, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now! But no, you havezerointerest in me until I put on a sheer dress and smile at another man. Well, it’s too late now—and you don’t get to dictate who I’m interested in. You can’t?—”

There was a knock on the door—interrupting what was turning out to be a really nasty fight—and the shortest lady-in-waiting came back in.

“Oh, there you are—look what I brought you!” she exclaimed, going over to Addison. She opened a flat rectangular case, exposing a sparkling necklace made of silver wire and smoky black jewels. The front of the necklace formed a pattern almost like a spider’s web, Drago thought—though he was too angry to examine it closely.

Addison’s eyes—which had been narrowed in anger—now widened with excitement.

“It’s beautiful! Thank you, Sparki!” she exclaimed and gave the shortest lady-in-waiting a big hug.

“You’re welcome. It was my grandmother’s but I want you to wear it tonight.” Sparki lifted the necklace out of its box and placed it carefully around Addison’s neck. “There—now isn’t she beautiful?” she asked, turning Addison to face Drago when she was done.

Addison looked gorgeous with the necklace draped over her chest and the tops of her full breasts, Drago had to reluctantlyagree. The smoky jewels sparkled against her fair skin and made her hair look like a waterfall of flames falling over her shoulders. But he was still angry.

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