Page 34 of Dawn to Dusk
“That amuses you.”
“It shows how blindly my people trust my mother. It’s pathetic.”
“They teach you differently now.” I smiled at her. “Back in the day, witches were encouraged to follow their gods’ call and investigate the world for themselves. Now they want you to stay behind the safety of their wards and learn with books written by them.”
Things were so different then.
“Their books are terrible.” She agreed, making a gagging sound. “So boring. My favorite book was a gift from my father. First person accounts of the Dragon King, Dreyfil the horrendous.”
Her eyes lit up with excitement just speaking about the book. I could tell she loved books like that way more than the ones written by her mother. Her excitement was contagious.
“It also contained a vastly different story than what I was raised to believe. I was taught dragons were vicious and ruthless with a single solitary goal to destroy the world. That book stated that witches invaded dragon sovereigns and dragons violently responded to what was considered a threat to their families. It forced me to mentally digest evidence to consider which storywas true. It taught me perspective.” She started talking with her hands, waving them around enthusiastically. Something she had never done before, but I found it incredibly endearing.
“Sounds like a worthy read.”
Her radiant smile agreed with me. Getting to see her without the facade of a soldier over her face was a glorious ray of sunshine in a world full of darkness. She was a traditional witch born in a world that didn’t truly serve the gods anymore.
“The most beautiful death a beast can hope for.” I ran my fingers across the fragile collarbone peeking out from where her top button came undone.
She chuckled and rolled her eyes, having heard the phrase before. “If you believed I was coming to kill you, would you just stand there?”
“I’m not sure. I never believed you would.” I let my fingers trail up her neck. “I can certainly understand why a man might though.”
“Flatterer.”
I kissed her and felt her lips curl against mine. Her tongue teasingly prodded the seam of my lips, inviting me to deepen the intimacy. Her lovely scent of a crisp sunny day bloomed into a thick heady siren call for me to satisfy her carnal desire. I pulled her closer to me. Her fingers settled on my waist, digging into my skin as her lust took control of her.
We separated, and I whispered in her ear. “It’s not flattery if it’s true.”
She hummed and her ruby eyes smirked at me. You could see flames moving in her irises if you stared deep enough. I dropped to my knees before her and pushed up her skirt. Without missing a beat, she locked one strong thigh over my shoulder.
This woman needed a warning label: caution, flammable. Pylo tried to tame her because he could not contain herfire, threatened by the seemingly endless well of magic and knowledge she stored. I found it exciting and felt no need to try to smother her.
I kissed a slow trail up her inner thigh, loving the way her breath hitched in her throat. My lips landed on her sensitive button of pleasure, and her hips bucked up against my face. Unable to restrain myself anymore, I ran my tongue through her slit, relishing her moan of pleasure. Sorin rolled out of the rock and landed on his feet. He halted and lifted his eyebrows at us. A lecherous grin smeared onto his face.
“There is a telegram that requests the lady’s assistance. Balthazar’s command.” Sorin gave a little bow. “I apologize for the interruption.”
Irritation pricked at my mood, but I released my enchantress. Esmerey approached Sorin with wide-eyed curiosity. Her attention deviated and morphed back to a neutral state. That eased my need to satisfy her and helped my mood flip back around. I chuckled at her enthusiasm and followed her over to Sorin.
“Can I touch your ears?” She asked Sorin.
“Absolutely not, witch.” He answered with amusement in his white eyes. Sorin stood slightly shorter than Esmerey. Granted, I never met a goblin over five feet tall. White fur dusted his green body, but he still looked mostly humanoid. Outside of a goblin’s cock, his pointy ears were the most sensitive part of his body, and there was no way he would let her touch them outside of sex. “Not unless I get to join the two of you.”
He gave a feral smile and handed out the correspondence.
A lecherous tilt of her lips practically invited him to join, but she started reading the letter rather than responding. “They’ve been trapped inside the village within some of my sister's offensive wards. No big issue.” She hovered her fingers over the paper, letting her magic pour into the sheet of paper.Then she balled it up in her hands, setting it aflame. When she opened her hand again, the ash whirled in the wind.
“God Limic, may I ask for a delivery?” The wind suddenly whooshed with intent, carrying the ash with it. We both watched as Limic appeased the request of a servant that was not his own. “There. Handled.”
We raised an eyebrow at each other. In the past, gods would share their magic with each other, but since the God Wars, the gods stayed within their own job requirements. It furthered my belief that Esmerey was born at the wrong time.
“What will that do?” Sorin asked her.
“Destroy the wards my sister used to trap the soldiers.”
“Without you even being there?” An impressed expression took over his face, then his eyes landed back on Esmerey. “You should resume the show now.”
“Am I going to get to touch your ears?” Her lips curled seductively.
