Page 10 of The Dragon's Captured Heart
Long sandy brown hair tumbled to his muscular shoulders, framing his face perfectly.
The man was aspecimen,and I couldn’t look away. I stared, blatantly and openly, at his beauty even as it reached out to me in some sort of metaphysical way, caressing my skin with a warmth that had to be imagined. There was no way it could be real. He was too perfect. Too gorgeous.
I wanted him. Unprovoked, thoughts tumbled through my mind of what it would be like to succumb to his advances. To feel the sheer power of his body push me to the ground while he spread my legs, preparing to take me.
My throat dry, I tried to stop my brain and cease the avalanche of dirty thoughts that pounded into my consciousness until my body was all but screaming for him to bend me over right there in the middle of the chamber and thrust into me from behind. I wanted to feel my body shake, my boobs bouncing with every movement.
“About done withthat,” he said, making it very clear he knew exactly what was going on in my mind.
The torrent of warmth came to a screeching halt as his words settled into my brain. He knew. Heknew. Whoever this man was, he was calling me out on my desire to hump like animals without even exchanging names.
“Come,” he growled, the deep, throaty masculinity of the single word no doubt chosen specifically for the innuendo behind it.
I followed anyway, my cheeks burning. What an idiot I was, letting myself get all caught up in his looks.
You were kidnapped. Don’t go Stockholm-syndroming yourself within the first five minutes, even if he is fine as hell.
I repeated that mantra to myself as I was led from the cave. It didn’t matter. Once the doors closed behind us, the first thought from my brain was about how we were alone now and what that would allow.
“Keep up,” he said as I lagged behind. Definitely not to stare at his tight tush.
Definitely not because I was stronger than that. Even if it did bounce nicely with each step.Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Madison Page! Get a grip!
The tone was the one my mother would use with me when I was a child. Before … I shook my head, only to realize I’d once more fallen behind.
“Are you going to make it, or do I have to pick you up and carry you?” the dragon-man asked, half-looking back, though he still refused to look directlyatme.
I frowned, once more overcome by that sense of déjà vu I could not place. His voice didn’t sound familiar at all. So, why was my brain trying to tell me I had met him?
“Do I know you?” I asked. “Have we met before?”
He just looked forward. “I don’t think so. Now, come, let’s keep going.”
I stayed still.
“What now?” He was quickly getting fed up with me, the irritation in his voice growing each time he spoke.
“I want you to send me home.” I crossed my arms to show I was serious.
The man laughed. “Pardon me?”
“You heard me. Send me home. I’m not a volunteer here, mister.”
“Callum,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Call me Callum.”
“Whatever, Callum. Some of your friends literally busted up my helicopter and dragged me from it against my will. A quite by-the-books definition of kidnapping. That wasnotpart of the terms of the truce. The women were supposed to be volunteers.”
Callum cocked his head but didn’t say anything.
“You knew,” I said, a heavy weight settling about my neck like a noose.
There was no going home.
“The terms of the truce were eight women to be sent here,” he said. “Whether or not I agree with that idea, those were the terms set out. Eight human women. I do not believe there was any mention of volunteers.”
I rocked back on my heels.
