Page 48 of Dance with the Dragon Duke

She worked her lips over his length, sucking him down. His tail curled under the hem of her shift, then beneath her drawers. She rose up higher onto her knees as it glided between her legs.

“Moan around my cock for me,” he begged her.

She did, and his fingers tightened in her hair.

He was being gentle with her, letting her take and explore what she wanted. Her tongue swept around his tip and his hips rolled upward. With restraint, he settled back in the chair.

Tomorrow’s grunt of protest was lost around his cock. Encouraging him to move with her, she squeezed his thighs.

The heat and caress of his tail had her dripping. The movement of his cock in her mouth made her sigh. Tugging up the ends of her shift, she found the bud of nerves at the top of her sex, and she circled it with her thumb.

“Gods yes,” Dark grunted. “Find your release with your lips around my cock, and I’ll give you anything you want. Any treasure in my hoard—name it and it’s yours. You make me feel so good, Sunshine.”

“You,” she panted. “You’re the treasure I want.”

The end of his tail, damp with her pleasure, pressed against her entrance. She was so relaxed it slid into her with ease, pumping slow and shallow at first. She moaned her encouragement, rocking along with him.

Her stomach and thighs quivered. She sucked him deep, and then her eyes rolled back in her head. He fucked her with his tail hard. Her orgasm overtook her, pulling her under a wave of warm, blurry bliss that turned her bones into rubber.

Fingers woven in her hair, Dark gasped. “I’m done for, Sunshine,” he warned.

He said her name when he came.

Tomorrow swallowed down his salty release, thoroughly pleased with herself. Her fears, for the time being, long forgotten. Dark fell back against the cushions with a heavingexhale, and Tomorrow leaned against his lap, catching her breath. While he gently smoothed back her hair, calming the tangles he’d created with his enthusiasm, she peered out the window above her.

A distant constellation caught her eye, one he hadn’t told her about yet. She pointed it out, reaching high to circle the cluster with her finger against the window glass. The cluster of lights resembled a woman wearing a dress and carrying something on her shoulder.

“That one is called The Witch,” he said, voice hoarse. Dark fastened his trousers and lifted her back into his lap.

“Ah. I like that one. I think it’s my favorite.” Then she scoffed at a memory, bundling herself up in the blankets. “I tried to become a witch. When the healers first told me of my fate, that was the first solution that came to mind. Trade a piece of my soul, make a connection to a familiar, and live.”

Dark stiffened beneath her.

“But I didn’t,” she added quickly. “I know making deals for a familiar is rather taboo—”

“It’s not in the mountains,” he said gruffly. “Why didn’t you complete the bargain?”

There was no joy in her laugh. “I’m barely immortal, Dark. And I’m sickly. Usually, a witch strengthens their familiar. According to the healers, my soul isn’t worth enough for anyone to even consider tying themselves to me. I wasn’t strong even before my illness, and I don’t possess impressive magic.”

“They’re wrong about you,” Dark rumbled.

“Is it arrogant if I agree with you? Is it arrogant if I think my soul is worth saving?”

He dropped another kiss in her hair. “Of course it’s not arrogant. You are worthy.”

“I did try,” she continued. “I wasn’t even picky. We don’t have dragons up north, and demons are quite rare outside ofthe Hell mountains, but I offered it to the smaller tribes I could find, and the fairies who’d listen.” She studied the bottom of his jaw. He was looking at the stars, but she sensed his mind was miles away from her now. “I hoped I’d get lucky. Demons don’t have an afterlife. They’re reborn in Hell fire. I hoped I’d find one desperate enough for a soul to cling to, but they weren’t interested in what I have on offer.”

Tomorrow had never shared the public’s apprehension toward witches. The fairy stories that villainized them were more than a little far-fetched. She genuinely loved the idea of having a companion for life, with the added benefit of sharing the familiar’s immunity to blood magic, but it wasn’t in the cards for her. Her mind wandered. Cuddled in his lap, she felt warm and safe, and sleep beckoned.

“When you wake,” he said, running a hand down her arm, “I might not be here. I don’t want you to be frightened. I’m just visiting with someone.”

“Who?”

“My sister. I need to speak with her. Here in my hoard, you’re always close to me, so I’d like you to stay put. I’ll be right back, quick as can be. Perhaps you’ll even sleep right through my absence, but in case you don’t . . . don’t worry. I won’t be long.”

She nodded her head, concerned she’d said something about witches that she shouldn’t have. “I’ll be fine. I’ll have the girls for company, and you’re right—I’ll probably just sleep through.”

Chapter 12

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