Page 65 of The Soul of the Dragon

Choosing sleep, I made my way to the bedroom area and nearly gasped when I rounded the bookcase wall. There was a giant mattress on the floor with what looked like hundreds of pillows and blankets all over and around it.

My heart leapt at the sight. If I could have created my own ultimate space for how I felt right now, I couldn’t have even dreamt of something this perfect. Suddenly the idea of burrowing into that bed and all of its softness was all I wanted.

Well, that and something to keep this internal heat from burning me alive. Giving no care about anything else, I ripped the dress over my head and dove into what simply looked like the perfect fae nest. The only thing missing was a tree to put it in. A giggle ripped from my throat as the cool blankets, sheets, and even furry textured pillows brushed against my skin as I burrowed deep.

I took a deep breath, and felt my muscles relax as I blew out the air. I could stay here forever. While that might not be possible, I had every intention of shutting out everything we still had to deal with and take a moment to breathe.

“Wow.”

Isaac’s sudden appearance and exclamation couldn’t even move me. My body had given in to the exhaustion the moment it hit this heaven of a bed. “Mmmm,” I mumbled face down in a pillow.

“Apparently Sprite knew exactly what you needed even more than either one of us did.”

I hadn’t thought of that. I lifted my torso and peered at Isaac. “You think she did this? For me?”

“Yeah, I do. And it’s something I should have thought of. Maybe not all the lady shit, but the fact that omegas need to feel safe and comfortable. Especially during their heat. Ian talked about it with Cordelia, and while I heard what he said, I’d blown him off.”

Looking at Isaac had caused the heat in my chest to increase ten-fold. I had to do something to assuage it. "I need some water."

"Stay there. I'll get it."

I closed my eyes as he rustled around in the kitchen. I couldn't seem to control anything anymore. "I don't think I like this," I called out.

"I'm not sure I do either, but I think we're both going to have to embrace it. Here."

I opened my eyes to a glass of water shoved in my face, and a broody man standing over me. Even that looked sexy to me this time. "Am I really that bad?"

"Of course not," he replied. "But I've never felt this way. Not to mention I could hurt you. I am a dragon. My anatomy is different."

A rush of heat surged between my legs and I could feel the wetness seeping lower.

"Isn't that the point of an omega? They are made to takeallthe needs of their alpha?"

"In theory, yes."

"What did you mean when you said that you've never felt this way?" I had a feeling that question led down the path to madness, but I couldn't seem to help myself. I had to know.

"When it comes to my baser needs, I usually have no trouble controlling myself. But with you," he paused, his pupils growing larger. "I find I don't want to control myself. I don't want to hold back."

I sipped at the water, still trying to measure my thoughts before I blurted out things I couldn't take back.

"So what should we do?"

As far as I was concerned, the fact I'd been able to keep from saying something far more direct, was a testament to my own self control. But it was slipping, and I wasn't sure how long I could hold onto it. The longer he stood there and stared at me with obvious hunger in his eyes, the worse I got.

I could think of nothing I wanted more than his hands on me. Everywhere. At once. His lips too. I dropped my gaze to the grim slash of his mouth and imagined those lips encasing one of my nipples in his blazing heat. Or his teeth grazing over my sensitive skin.

That control I thought I had was a joke. I was kind of shocked I hadn't spread my legs yet and begged him to not hold back. So many images ran through my head as I wondered exactly what a virile dragon shifter looked like when he did whatever he wanted to a woman's body.

I had to know. Otherwise I was going to explode.

"I'm afraid," I whispered.

He pulled his brows together. "Of what? Me?"

I shook my head, allowing my legs to part slightly. "Of going insane if you don't touch me right now."

When this was over I would probably be horrified by my wanton behavior, but right now I didn't care. Being embarrassed was the least of my worries at the moment.

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