Page 43 of The Dragon's Captured Heart
The dragon's eyes narrowed, and his entire snout tilted to the side, sort of like a dog. “Sorry, what was that? I’m not sure my hearing has recovered from the shrieking you were doing. I couldn’t hear you. Could you repeat yourself?”
I gasped and smacked a fist against the side of his neck. “I was not screaming that loud!”
Callum laughed as I rubbed my fist where I’d hit him, the scale harder than it had any right to be.
“Now who’s being the tough one?” I shot back. “All big and macho because you can shift into a dragon ten times the size of me. Shift back and laugh at me. See what happens then, mister!”
“Okay.”
Without warning, we dove for the nearest meadow. I kept my composure the entire way, riding calmly and completely collected as the wind tugged at my hair and sent it flying behind me.
What I did not do was scream bloody murder all over again, holding tight with one hand while slapping at him with the other.
Definitely not. Nor did I accuse Callum of all sorts of nasty things.
Or tell him I hated him.
Not at all. Not even once.
“Are you done screaming?” Callum asked as we touched down so lightly I barely felt the landing.
Glaring at him for ruining my mental illusion about myself, I very carefully climbed down from his neck and waited for Cal to shift back.
As he started, I ran at him. By the time he’d shrunk to his human form, I was only a couple of feet away with a full head of steam.
Lowering my shoulder, I tackled him at midsection. He grunted in what I hoped was surprise, and we fell backward into the grass, both of us laughing hysterically as I rolled over him and slid down the hill a few feet.
“Did you just try to sucker-tackle me?” Cal shouted as he scrambled down the slope after me.
“Never!” I cried, trying to get up.
Then he was on top of me, spinning me around and pinning my hands to the ground before I could push him free.
“I think you did,” he chuckled, bringing his head down to my level.
Our eyes locked. The world went still. Blades of grass slowed their waving until they didn’t move. The birds in the sky no longer wheeled and dove. Instead, they were stuck in place, frozen. Cal and I stared into one another, seeing past the walls that were momentarily down, everything caught unawares by the intensity of the moment.
I saw his pupils dilate wide. His nose flared ever so slightly as he drew in a breath, lips parting.
Oh, shit.
There was no time to resist, to build up my guard.
Cal lowered his head to mine, and I instinctively tilted mine up to meet him. Our lips touched, and it was as if the dam burst.
A mad scramble followed as we kissed fast and frantic while tossing off our clothes. I didn’t know when the last semblance of sanity left me, but by the time Cal had laid my naked body down into the grass, it was long gone. I was practically panting in heat from the kisses to my mouth, my neck, and my nipples.
The sun beat down warmly on us, but its heat was a candle next to the furnace of Cal, his body warming me from the outside while his touch heated my insides, preparing me for what was to come next.
He casually licked his hand and spread the saliva on the underside of his cock. I watched, enthralled, as he gripped the base of it, fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. I expected him to guide it to my opening, but instead, he teased me, rubbing it against my clit.
I hissed, arching further as a wave of intense pleasure swept through me and lifted me. I was buoyed high by the wonderous feeling of his shaft sliding against me. He growled delightfully, approving my reaction, calling me a good girl, telling me I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
My animal brain ate it up, legs spread wide for him the entire time, my body exposed to his eyes and hands. He drank it in, touching my inner thighs even as he rubbed himself against me, moving from side to side to change it up. I shook, my legs twitching tight against him at the sudden change.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he announced.
“Yes, please,” I moaned, eager to finally have him inside me, to feel his—
