Page 69 of Dragon's Honor

“It was weird. He was talking all creepy and then it was like a switch flipped and he told me to go. He said if he captured me, I would be dead. It was like he went from threatening me to helping me. And he knew about the attack from when I was a kid.”

Ash’s brow furrowed. “Tell me everything.”

Finley recounted everything she could in as much detail as she could and then listened to his heartbeat waiting for his reaction.

Ash didn’t say anything for a long time.

“About thirty years ago, Tristian and I were at a ball together. The dragon clans were celebrating the summer solstice together. I don’t remember the occasion. He and I ended up alone on a terrace. We had a moment of politeness and then he told me he didn’t want to have the divide between our clans that our fathers had. He wanted to change how the clans interacted together. He wanted to unite us, not divide us.”

Finley traced circles over his skin as she listened to the story. “Were you surprised he showed up and started killing people?”

“I would’ve been surprised by any clan, but it was shocking for it to be Tristian. I never thought about it much until now.”

“You were taken by surprise and then you had to deal with the fallout.” Finley rested her chin on his chest so she could meet his eyes. “Is it possible for someone to have corrupted him somehow? It was like two different people were sitting in front of me.”

Ash stewed on that.

Finley pushed herself up and then rolled away. She stood next to the cot completely naked. She grinned at Ash’s groan.

A firm swat against her ass startled her. “Ash.” She turned around.

His hungry gaze took in her naked front. She couldn’t help but blush and grin with nervous energy. She didn’t tend to be shy when she was naked. It was obvious she was a big girl, no use turning off the lights and hiding it. But he made her feel sexy.

She turned back around and bent over at the waist to make sure he had a great view as she picked up her panties and dress. A set of hands landed on her hips and tugged her back until she felt Ash’s cock against her ass. Slowly she pulled her torso up until she was pressed against his chest. His mouth glided down her neck featherlight, over her shoulder, and back up.

“I’m sorry I ruined your dress. I was looking forward to having it on my bedroom floor.” His voice was deep and rich in her ear as he slowly nibbled along it.

She looked down at the heartstone glowing on her wrist.

“Do female dragons have their own heartstone?”

His hands paused from their kneading movement. “They do.”

“So, I’ll wear something of yours, but you have nothing to wear of mine.”

His hands tightened on her. “Are you saying you want to be my mate?”

“I don’t know, Ash. I just know that I’ve never felt this way. And I want more of it.”

Teeth scraped against her neck as he groaned in her ear. “You’re killing me.”

“I mean, can’t we just have lots of sex, take down Tristian, and see where things go from there?”

And just like that, he lifted her into his arms and set her on the cot. He pulled her legs up, opening them so that they were resting on his shoulders, spreading her in front of him.

Finley propped herself up on her elbows. “Ash…”

He lifted his green eyes to hers. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Holy Miami, no.”

He grinned and then turned his head and kissed the inside of her knee. Making his way up slowly over her skin, she shivered. The tension building in her core was overwhelming as she watched him move to the crux of her thigh. His beard tickled her. She giggled and then groaned. “Oh, God.”

When his tongue dipped between her folds, she held her breath, feeling like she’d explode if he did it again.

Ash growled and his hands came up and gripped her inner thighs. He pressed her back into the bed and buried his face in her pussy.

Finley’s air rushed out as she moaned. Her hand went to the back of his head as she tried to rock her hips forward.

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