Page 112 of The Forbidden Dragon King
When our sparking gazes meet, I feel certain that he sees that truth in my eyes.
I need to push him further.
I lean over Daire, lazily drawing my fingers down the pale skin of his cheek. He stiffens but doesn’t pull away.
Interesting.
It looks like Daire is determined to win this game by not flinching first.
He won’t win. Dragons are as competitive as they’re possessive.
I draw my fingers lower to grip his chin. Then satisfied, I lean to stroke with my other hand over his plush lower lip.
Daire’s eyes widen in shock, before he can school his expression in time.
I pull open Daire’s mouth with my thumb, pressing on his tongue. Just for a moment, he’s beautifully pliant, and I wonder if he’s going to let me push in further, until I’m gagging him.
I could control his breathing. See if he obeys me, when I control each of his sucked in breaths.
Instead, Daire furiously pulls his head back, batting my hand away from his mouth. “I’m flattered because you’re an objectively handsome dragon, but I’m a one woman fae. Now I know why you enjoy seeing me on my knees. Go get that pretty courtier who follows you around like a puppy to suck your cock if you’re horny.”
I win.
I keep my expression blank, however, as I grip Daire hard by the chin and yank him back into position.
He snarls, hissing in rage.
Fae were once worshiped across the realms as gods. What does it make me then that a god is now kneeling for me?
I smile, darkly. “Behave, Kit.”
Daire’s eyes are as sharp and cold as chips of ice. “What’s next? Do you want me to lick your boots clean?”
He swipes his pink tongue provocatively across his lower lip.
I suck in a sharp breath.
He’s challenging me, just like Freya does. He has to take everything one step further.
I can’t back down.
“Do it,” I order, letting go of Daire’s chin.
Daire doesn’t hesitate.
He fluidly prostrates himself before me with his wings spread wide like glittering treasures, even though I’ve seen them drip with his enemies’ blood during battle.
He looks up at me through his dark, butterfly eyelashes, no doubt calculating the impact this gambit of his is having on me. His lavender eyes are bright in the dark.
He thinks that he can play me as a fool in the same way that he has charmed half the court already.
As he’s charmed Freya.
But I’m not his fae dazzled fool.
Daire’s ethereal hair trails in the floor’s dirt. His wings extend even further like black blades.
I swallow, unable to look away.
