Page 135 of The Forbidden Dragon King
He poses, as if I’m meant to notice something.
I blink, before my eyes widen. “By the moon, where did you get that lavender cloak? It looks amazing with your eyes and silver curls, as if it was tailored just for you. It’s not something that servants would be given. It looks fine enough for a?—”
“King?” Daire runs his hand over the woolen lavender cloak, which is draped over his tunic between his wings “It was delivered today, along with the blanket. Maybe I’m not only a joke to Aurelius. It seems that he may actually see me as worthy.”
“Things are changing.” I hope that’s true. “We’re working him out.” Then I move to the door, giving a mischievous grin. “Surprise number one!”
I slip the cell door key from my sleeve with a flourish. I stole it from the guard’s belt, while he was distracted swapping dirty jokes with War.
Daire’s eyes flash with admiration. “My brilliant thief.”
My cheeks flush with pride.
Hurriedly, I open the door. The moment that it swings open, Daire drags me inside, caging me against the wall.
My breath hitches.
I hang in his hold, caught in his scent: frost, oak, and sunshine.
I’m Daire’s captive because I want to be.
He leans down and kisses me with his plush lips. I moan, running my hands over Daire’s wings, smoothing down his feathers.
He moans.
“Love…” He kisses me again, tenderly. “Soulmate.”
“Daire.” I bury my fingers more deeply into his feathers.
“I can’t come,” Daire whispers, urgently. “They’ll know you were in here.”
“Then don’t.” I meanly don’t stop stroking over his long, primary feathers.
He groans, resting his forehead against mine. “Do you know how hard you’re making me in these tight breeches?”
“I can feel how hard against my hip.”
He bucks against me in retaliation.
I capture his lips again, teasing my tongue in and out of his mouth.
“Merciless,” he murmurs against my lips.
His wings are trembling.
I keep kissing him, eager little kisses because I can’t stop touching the cool softness of his lips, now that I’m in the cell with him.
“Vicious.” Daire bites my lower lip.
“Just how you like me.”
“Aye.”
He takes over the kiss, dominatingit. “It’s a worse torture than any that’s been inflicted on me down here not to be able to feel your hot fingers or mouth on my poor cock. But I’d suffer that for an eternity of your hand in mine and these sweet kisses.”
I whimper into his kiss, as pleasure courses through me. I hump my own hips.
Except, I know that War may call down the corridor for me at any moment and I have important things to tell Daire.
