Page 82 of Sworn to Revenge
“You’ll need to ease up on Alin. This was my decision alone. I knew there could be serious consequences,” I whisper to Pedro, but he immediately turns his piercing gaze on me, his eyebrows drawn together in anger that doesn’t seem like it’s going to fade anytime soon. I wish I could know what’s running through his mind right now.
His eyes flick between my chest and my face.
“Wait!” I suddenly burst out laughing, slicing through the tension like a knife. “You’re not mad about Alin,” I let out a snort of laughter, “you’re pissed because you’re jealous of the damn dragon!”
He gently nudges me aside, careful not to hurt me, breaking my grip on his arm, and swims ahead like a sulking young merling who didn’t get his favorite fish eggs.
Knew it!Alin can’t hold her laugh behind us but wisely stays quiet, clearly not wanting to provoke Pedro any further.
“Pedro! You’re not swimming away from me!” I shout in a threat after him, still laughing. “It’s not what you think—the dragonisme. Iamthe dragon!” I explain as I try to catch up with him,“Think of it like another alter-ego of mine. There’s nothing to be jealous of!” I grab his arm, stoppinghis jealous display from going any farther.
His tail bumps into mine in surprise, and we twirl together in the current, wrapped around each other. I giggle as our faces come close, and I plant a quick kiss on his lips. He tries to keep his cold expression, but it falters as I continue to pepper his face with kisses.
“Keep that up, and you’re really going to have to teach me what we can do with these tails...” he leans into my ear, whispering in that husky voice that sends shivers down my spine, my scales lifting in excitement.
“Well, I’m glad you’re in Bay’s life, but could younotdo that right in front of me?” Alin swims ahead quickly, not even waiting for a reply or looking back at us.
I laugh. “We’ve got plenty of time to experiment together now, so what’s the rush?” I stay wrapped around him, my body pressed against his. His golden eyes lock onto mine, mischief glimmering in them, making me want to be part of whatever plan that sly smile of his is hinting at.
He brushes his lips along my neck, right where the dragon mark ends.
“I’mthis closeto sinking my teeth into that cursed mark and ripping it off your body—the body that belongs to me,” Pedro growls, his voice thick with possessiveness as he lets his teeth graze my skin, the faint pressure both a warning and a claim.
A quiet moan escapes my lips before I can stop it, and I curse the dragon in my head.
Looks like I’ll be dealing with this a lot, huh?
Can you at least not remind me you’re here if you have nothing useful to add?You’re killing the mood.I scold the dragon internally, relieved that Pedro isn’t looking at my face to see the frustration in my eyes.
“You can bite wherever you want,” I tease, “but let’s get back home first… Alin’s already moved on ahead.”
He groans, the sound vibrating through my chest. “So now my dear sister-in-law’s keeping me from having sex? Great.”
I laugh, leaning closer to his ear and giving it a playful nip. “Who said she’s stopping you?” I whisper, teasing.
The small scales along the back of his neck bristle, and I smile in satisfaction, knowing I affect him just as much as he affects me.
Pedro turns to face me, his golden eyes still glittering with mischief and desire. The space between us is charged, the cool water doing little to temper the heat radiating from him. His chest brushes mine as he leans in, his bodywarm despite the surrounding chill. His hand finds my waist, tracing the curve of my body with maddening slowness, his fingers barely grazing my skin, setting every nerve alight.
I gasp softly, my breath hitching as he moves closer, his lips hovering a hair’s breadth from mine. The ghost of a smile tugs at his mouth, his teasing deliberate, intoxicating.
“Tell me you want this then,” he growls, his voice low, rich, vibrating with raw need. The sound resonates through me, stirring something primal in my core. My body arches toward him instinctively, craving the touch he’s withholding.
A flick of his tail against mine sends a jolt through me, the friction igniting sparks that race along my spine. I bite my lip, barely stifling awhimper, as his fingers slide lower, brushing the sensitive spot just above my tail. The lightness of his touch is maddening, every teasing movement driving me closer to the edge.
My hands clutch at his shoulders, trembling with the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me. His other hand finds my chin, tilting my face upward so I’m forced to meet his gaze. His eyes burn with a mix of dominance and desire, daring me to surrender completely.
“Are you going to beg for it?” he whispers, his voice dripping with seduction and possessiveness.
Before I can find my voice, his lips claim mine, hard and unyielding. The kiss is everything—demanding, consuming, electrifying. The cold embrace of the water around us only amplifies the fire raging in my veins as his hands roam my body, exploring every scale, every curve.
I lose myself in him, in the sensation of his lips and the warmth of his touch. My pulse pounds in my ears, matching the rhythm of my racing heart. It’s overwhelming, dizzying, as he pulls me closer, eliminating every trace of distance between us.
Just as the heat threatens to consume me completely, Pedro pulls away, his lips leaving mine in a rush that leaves me gasping, desperate for more.
He lingers there, his face inches from mine, his wicked grin taunting me. “Not yet,” he murmurs, his voice husky, laced with smug satisfaction.
I blink at him, breathless and infuriated, my body still trembling with unspent energy.
