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Rayna twisted in his arms so she could see his eyes. “I could say the same thing.”
The look on this face showed a level of content she’d never seen on him before.
“Good.” He pressed his lips to hers, and this time it was so slow and tender she almost wanted to cry because she didn’t think him capable of such a thing. It caused her chest to tighten, knowing she was falling even harder for him with every sweet and touching thing he did.
She started to pull away. “I love you, Galadon, but I…”
His arms tightened around her. “And I thank Zorya for that, najeema. Do not think I’m not grateful for the gift of your heart.”
Rayna tried not to be disappointed that he hadn’t said it back since he had called her his bright star again. He’d made somuch progress in recent days that she couldn’t expect everything at once. Someday, maybe, he’d figure out his feelings and then tell her. She reminded herself to be patient.
“When do I get to touch you?” she asked, dying to put her hands on his hard, muscular body.
His eyes turned heated with those wild flames of his. “Anytime you want, slayer. You earned it, so you can consider yourself free of the vow.”
Relief filled her, along with a plan to worship his body the way he’d done hers. Two could play at this game. She’d infiltrate his heart one kiss and touch at a time until he forgot how he’d ever resisted her. Rayna wanted to conquer him just as much as he did her.
Galadon didn’t fight her when she twisted around and pushed him down onto his back, climbing on top of him. “So glad you said that, shifter, because I have some things I’ve dreamed of doing to you.”
He gripped her hips where she straddled him, cock growing hard where it rested by her thigh. “I’d expect nothing less.”
Rayna gripped his length in her fist. “Good. Because when I’m finished, you’ll forget you ever fucked anyone else.”
“Already forgotten,” he said with a feral grin.
She felt powerful in that moment in a way that had nothing to do with muscle strength. To reward him, she edged backward until she could sink down on him with her lips, working him with her tongue and mouth, taunting and teasing, but never giving him release. It wasn’t long before he was the one begging for mercy.
Chapter 23
Galadon
I woke up in my dragon form with Rayna resting her head on my arm and her palm lying on the soft scales of my stomach. It said something that it was the second time I’d gone to sleep as a human and woke as a beast. I’d grown comfortable enough to trust she wouldn’t attack me while I lay unconscious and vulnerable.
Our relationship had rapidly changed since I brought her here unconscious a week ago. After what happened with the Kandoran, I desperately wanted to keep her close and safe. I didn’t understand my feelings toward her yet, or whether I could handle the truth of them, but maintaining my distance was no longer an option.
I'd spent nearly every moment with Rayna since I seduced her two days ago, and she’d reciprocated with her own assault on my body that left me reeling. It was as if I couldn’t get enough of her since I gave into my desire, and her lust was every bit as intense as mine.
The only time I left was for patrols and to obtain meals for us. My mother simply gave me a knowing smile when I came with dirty dishes and swapped them for more food.The fact Rayna and I were intimate now seemed to make her immeasurably happy. My relationship with Ujala was changing now as well. I didn’t resist when she embraced me, and I even talked with her more during my brief trips aboveground. Conversation was easy in a way it wasn’t before.
The slayer was changing me in ways I’d never imagined. I had never been so completely focused on one female that I wished I had no other duties except to keep her in my bed. Despite her weakened state from the potion, she didn’t complain and appeared as eager as me whenever I reached for her. Everything about her fascinated me, from her thick, coppery brown hair, which I loved combing with my fingers, to her adorable little toes.
I wished I could forget the rest of the world, but the bitkal would begin in five hours. For today, duty came first. I needed to squeeze in a patrol while Rayna bathed and dressed. Then, we would leave early so I could tend to some other matters at the Jakhal before the competition. It would save me the trouble of making a separate trip.
Feeling a heated gaze upon me, I looked down to find Rayna staring at me with an amused smile. “You did it again.”
She ran her fingertips gently across my scales in a way I never imagined a slayer doing. It was tender, yet taunting. A rumble of contentment ran through me. Rayna didn’t appear the least bothered by my beast form or that I took up most of the bed. The only reason she fit at all was because I’d wrapped myself around her so even my tail curled around to rest against her back.
You disarm me, najeema.
She pressed a soft kiss against my neck. “I could say the same thing about you.”
It was dangerous staying in this form with her taunting me and my beast. I rushed to shift so I could be with her in a compatible form. She didn’t flinch as my flames overtook me, and they had the added benefit of cleansing both of us of our nightly activities since she was so close. There weren’t many flammable items in my home, and nothing near my bed since that was the riskiest location.
When the fire died down, I was conveniently naked, having chosen not to garb myself yet. I ran my fingers down her arm, then stopped to trace them lazily over her hip. The feelings she evoked were enough to terrify me. Yet if I had my way, I’d never stop touching this female.
“You exhaust me to the point I don’t even know I’m shifting in my sleep,” I said, using an admonishing voice as if it was all her fault.
She shoved her hand at my shoulder and scowled. “You were the one who wouldn’t let me sleep until after dawn. What kind of slayer am I that I didn’t notice a dragon in the bed with me for hours? Twice!”
