Page 67 of Tempting Her Dragons

“I’m fine,” she says softly.

I push my jeans down, and they join my shirt. She blushes, but I notice she doesn’t hide the fact that she is looking at everything. I’m already hard, so it’s difficult to miss. All she has to do is breathe to turn me on. I turn my back and walk into the water. I stop when I am waist deep, turn toward the shore, and cup the water with my hands. I watch my mate as I pour the water over my hair and slick it back. It’s barely warm, but it feels nice on my hot skin.

“Not fair,” she grumbles.

“What?” I laugh.

“You know.” She narrows her eyes and inches up the fabric to her thighs. My laugh gets stuck in my throat with every pull up her body. When it’s bunched at her waist, showing her toned thighs and a scrap of fabric covering her pussy, I grit my teeth.

As she crosses her arms and pulls it over her breasts, I swear I see a smirk, but it’s gone when the cover-up clears her head. Her gorgeous hair floats around her shoulders and down her back. She stands proud in the red two-piece. The bottoms are held to her hips with ties. All it would take is a gentle tug on one end to bare her to me. Her tits are overflowing the top, and her hard nipples are obvious.

She walks slowly into the water, her eyes locked with mine. I fist my hands at my sides, trying to control the need to reach out and pull her to me. I had no expectations of the day, but I can’t help yearning to be inside her. I want her desperately.

She stops two feet away, hovers her hands over the water, and suddenly pushes, causing the water to hit me in the face.

I use my hands to brush the water from my eyes and blink. Her hand is covering her mouth; whether to hold in a laugh or her shock at her actions, I don’t care.

“Do you want to play, Firefly?” I say dangerously. My eyes glow, and she lunges to the side with a squeal.

I growl low. There is no way I can resist the chase.

Chapter Seventeen

Saphira

Ishould know better than to tempt a beast. It doesn’t take long for him to catch me. His arm bands around my waist, and I’m lifted in the air and pulled back. I hit his chest and get distracted by his warm skin against mine.

“Got you,” he whispers in my ear. Yes, yes, he does.

“Not fair. You are stronger,” I complain out of principle.

“You knew that before you decided to run,” he points out.

“You should have given me a head start,” I say.

“Okay,” he says and drops his arms. I miss his embrace. “I’ll count to five.” I look over my shoulder. “One,” he starts, and I bolt around him in the other direction.

It’s quite embarrassing how quickly he catches me after number five, but the emotion fades away when he holds me. This goes on nine more times, and once he is pressed to my front after the tenth time, I’m laughing hysterically.

When I collect myself and my laughter subsides, I find myself cornered against the low rocks of the waterfall, and his humor disappears.

“King,” I whisper, and my fingers contract against his chest.

“I don’t want to play anymore,” he says gravely.

“No?” I ask faintly.

“If you aren’t ready,” he rasps. “We will go back to the blanket, get dressed, and lay in the sun.” He steps closer and dips his head. “If you are.” He takes a breath. “I’m going to fuck you. We won’t complete the bond without your permission and the three of us in the room. I want to feel you wrapped around me so fucking bad.” He leans back. “What do you want, Firefly?”

His hands slide up and down my sides. “I want you inside me,” I say firmly. He is meant to be mine, and my blood is boiling with need. “Kingston, please fuck me,” I whisper, and his eyes flare. I expect him to take quickly, but he stays still. We stare into each other’s eyes.

Seconds pass as I wait in anticipation.

Finally, his hands caress down, flirting with the ties on my hips. His fingers trace underneath, around, and over the fabric until I’m panting and impatient. I gasp at his sudden yank, and they untie. He bunches the bottoms in the front, his knuckles grazing my pussy, and pulls. My chest heaves and he throws the bottoms to the rocks behind me.

“What is your word?” He sucks my shoulder.

“Collar,” I groan, shrugging, chasing his mouth as he removes it.

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