Page 8 of The Storm of the Empire

“I—”

He caught my face in his hands, giving a shake of his head. “Whatever argument you’re putting together in that cunning mind of yours, stop! You can choose me. You can choose to train me. You can choose to fuck me. Your choice, Hazel. And you know you already have, so stop putting up barriers and let me in.”

He drew his nose down my neck, letting me feel the press of his body and warmth of his breath. Heat pooled inside me, and I squirmed beneath him, wanting to feel more than just his body pressed against me.

“In where?” I stammered, ashamed at myself for the breathy whimper that should have been a challenge.

“Ultimately, your class and your bedchamber.” He nipped at my collar bone. “But right now, I’ll settle for just in your pants.” His fingertips skimmed under the hem of my tunic, igniting the skin they met.

I sucked in a breath, and he chuckled, lowering to a knee at my feet. I gasped and grabbed for his shoulder. “Now?” I hissed in a panic.

“I can’t wait to kiss you.” He brushed his nose across my stomach.

I clenched my thighs, soaked from the idea alone. “Well, get up and kiss me then, for the Goddess’ sake!” I demanded. Anything to get him back on his feet.

He lifted my tunic and glanced up. “I told you it wasn’t going to be on your lips.”

I squirmed against my will—even my cold dark dragon heart fluttered. “But here?”

His eyes glittered with the light of the stars in the darkness, and I knew I was done for. “Here,” he said decisively and unlaced my leathers.

“Goddess spare me from myself,” I whispered as he peeled my leathers away, and without warning he ran his tongue straight through me, causing my nerves to sing.

Allowing him in my class was going to be awkward after this…but that didn’t mean I wanted him to stop.

THREE

LUKA

Her taste!

I was done for.

Instantly intoxicated.

My cock had been pressed into the laces of my pants since she’d walked into the Pegasus in her skin-tight leathers, but with her taste on my tongue, I throbbed in discomfort. Or was it ecstasy? I could go down on her forever and die a happy male.

I knew this female was going to be the ruin of me the moment I’d laid eyes on her, but I’d had no idea that ruin would come on the very same day. I’d always known I was lucky, but she was truly a gift from the Goddess herself.

Her shocked gasp as I drew my tongue over her clit was sweet music to my ears, and instinctively, I pushed my hands inside her tight pants, getting them down just enough to play. I supported her weight as her knees began to buckle. She planted a hand on my shoulder to catch herself.

“Goddess, you shouldn’t be so good at this.”

I didn’t pause in my worship of her, maneuvering my hand to slip two fingers inside her while I sucked and twisted my tongue over her core. She was soaked, warm and wet, and my cock ached. But I ignored the need to be inside her, focused only on getting her off.

Her breathy moans soon turned into sharp gasps of surprise as she barreled towards an orgasm I doubt she saw coming so soon. I was nothing if not diligent in my pursuits, and I had taken the time in my recent months of freedom to perfect this particular favorite of mine.

I licked and laved with no care for breaths or self-preservation. Nothing mattered but bringing her to her peak. I felt her stiffen as she neared, and I savored the moment as she teetered on the edge. Then, she released all the tension she was holding in and convulsed with a strangled cry into the night.

I almost came in my leathers.

This female was perfection, and I couldn’t get enough.

My head spun, and I thought for a moment it was the ale, but we’d barely finished one before I couldn’t fight the need to get her alone. It was her scent, so heady I felt drunk. I greedily lapped up her release as she slurred a barely coherent plea to the Goddess for mercy.

Every dragon and sober fae within a league probably heard her pleasure echoing off the walls of the alley, and I loved it. Yes, I, the fae who had no place here, had brought this magnificent, breathtaking warrior to her undoing right here in the city square. Something I was sure no dragon of the legion had ever achieved.

I lifted my eyes and watched her, eyes closed, head tilted back against the wall, breathing hard while riding my face.

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