Page 95 of Upon Buried Embers
My eyes lock on the other sleeping dragons once more, and the realization hits me square in my chest.
They’re protecting her in this spiral.
Mydragons are protecting her.
Pride fills me. They know she’s soft, vulnerable. She may very well be a spy for the Elven lands, but there’s no lie in how skinny her body is, how she flinches at the lift of a hand, and my dragons sense that.
They have a need to protect her as much as I do.
I eye Escor.
Some more than others it seems.
A sigh comes from her, soft and wispy. Everything is soft with her.
Her voice, the way she moves, how she touches things.
Will she touch me softly too? She does when she washes me.
I lean forward and run my finger over the tip of her ear, loving the way she shivers from it.
It makes me want in a way I haven’t before. Want in a way I’ve always held back from.
But with her, that want is a burning need that will set me alight, and I’m not sure how much longer I can withstand it.
Do not get attached, Rohan. You know how this will end.
The inner thoughts are banished when she rolls to her back.
My eyes travel down her slender neck, anger flaring at the metal I want to remove, but haven’t figured out how to yet. Then, unable to stop myself, my gaze drops, running over the small mounds of her breasts, hidden from sight within my tunic.
I felt them on me in the tub, when I came all over her back like some animal just from the touch of her bare body against mine.
Pathetic.
I’m a pathetic man around her, and I can’t afford to be.
Yet some part of me doesn’t care.
Her hand falls to the side on top of Escor’s tail, and I run a finger down her palm. She curls her fingers around it, squeezing just a little, and the pressure has my cock twitching.
Fuck.
How can someone so innocent be so alluring?
I pull my hand away, gentle enough to not wake her. I turn, walking to Hedoric and sitting down against him, crossing my legs at the ankles.
There, I watch over her with my dragons.
There, I stop myself from claiming her in a way I shouldn’t dare.
There, I sit and plan on how I’m going to get out of a deal I made before I met her.
Twenty Four
Elf
I wake surrounded by warmth, but this is a different kind of warmth to Rohan’s.
