Page 63 of The Soul of the Dragon

“A few days! Are you insane?” If he was implying that I would need sex for days before I could function properly, then he truly was out of his mind.

Although the heat building under my skin was starting to make me uncomfortable. I needed to get out of these clothes.

“We’ll see, little beast. Maybe I am insane and maybe I’m not. That has been a lifelong debate for me.”

I marched ahead of him, his words barely penetrating my mind now. All I could focus on was getting to that cottage.

We rounded a bend, and to my bitter disappointment did not yet see any building. Not even a hovel that could be mistaken for a cottage.

However, the mist curling from the spring in front of us reminded me of a memory as a child.

“Oh my Goddess, I completely forgot about these.” I ran forward, stripping as I went. Finally I could get some relief from this oppressive heat.

Ignoring whatever protest Isaac was nattering on about behind me, I walked straight into the water and sank down to my knees.

“What the hell is happening? I thought you were in a hurry to get to the cottage?”

I turned back to him, a wide grin splitting my face. “This is even better. These are hot springs and the water feels divine.”

His right brow raised sharply, and that look said he was completely skeptical. But after a few moments of his staring at me, and me making it obvious that I wasn’t going anywhere else right now, he peeled off his own clothes and entered the water as well.

You’d think by this time I would be used to seeing him naked. He took off his clothes every time he shifted to dragon form and seemed to give it no thought. But seeing him now, when he wasn’t shifting, and we weren’t in imminent danger, had a different effect on me.

His sheer size alone staggered me. And all those chiseled muscles and the way they moved underneath his deeply tanned skin. I could barely fathom how beautiful and perfect he looked as he walked into the water, more like a God than a man.

Not that his dragon wasn’t gorgeous, too. When his black scales shimmered, they took on an iridescent glow that easily mesmerized me as a rainbow of colors shifted across him.

But right now it was the man I wanted to focus on. His chest rose and fell as he took in breath, his lips slightly parted reminding me what they felt like when pressed to mine. I could almost feel them now.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, stopping in his tracks.

“I—I was just—.” It was more than a little embarrassing to admit that I couldn’t stop staring at his body. His abs were hard and ridged, looking as if they’d been carved from stone rather than the muscle and flesh they actually were. And the small amount of hair that ran down leading to his…

I swallowed hard, looking at his cock. It wasn’t rock hard like I’d felt it pressing against me several times now, but it wasn’t flaccid either. Heat clawed its way up my neck and back down again before settling low in my belly where it flared like an inferno being stoked to life.

I thought it was a pocket of heated water or something at first, but as my temperature rose, and sweat broke out across my skin, I realized it was all coming from inside me.

“Oh fuck,” he said, his eyes widening as he stared at me almost as intently as I did him. His nostrils flared and the muscle at his jaw ticced relentlessly. “I thought you were coming in heat before, but it was nothing like this.”

“What are you talking about?” I stumbled backwards, trying to get my bearing as the flare of need in my pelvis took my breath and robbed me of further thought.

“Oh, little beast. We are in so much trouble.” He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again as the dragon peered down at me. The golden glow of his slitted eyes raked over me. The ache between my legs built and itched along my entire body just underneath the skin, making it tingle.

“There’s something wrong with the water,” I gasped.

A rumble of sound erupted from him, but it was so far from a laugh I didn’t know how to describe it. It was dark, and decadent and melting across my skin as he stalked closer.

“It’s not the water.”

My blood pulsed with every step he took in my direction until my entire body beat with the need for his touch. It was like a fever trying to ravage me, forcing me to do something about it.

“Come here,” he commanded.

As if drawn to obey, I stood and walked towards him. It was his turn to stare at my body, and despite the heat of embarrassment burning up my neck and into my face, I was pleased by the look burning in his eyes. I had such little experience with this kind of thing, but I couldn’t mistake the want peering down at me from his hooded eyes. Or the slow rumble that rolled through his chest and sounding a lot like a purr.

My stomach jolted.

Did dragons purr? It sounded weird to think that question, but it wasn’t the first time I’d heard it and the sound was unmistakeable.

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