Page 30 of Wings of Frost and Fury
“Wine.”
“Ah. You mentioned that you enjoy wine.”
“I do. It helps.”
“Helps with what?”
“Whatever I’m feeling.”
“Is that what it’s for? To keep you from feeling difficult things?”
My lips tighten, and I stare into the cup. Then I set it down and grip the edge of the sideboard with both hands.
I can hear Ashvelon moving clumsily toward me. My skin prickles with the aura of his nearness as he comes to stand behind me. He clasps the right side of my waist.
“Would you like to hear about the mating frenzy?” His voice is low, suggestive, alluring. “How every male is overtakenwith a passion wilder than the sea? How each female aches to be filled? How we couple in the open fields and sometimes in the sky, twisting and writhing together? Would you like to know how I dipped into one female, then another, and then a third in the space of an hour? Would that allay your fears about my inexperience?”
When I don’t answer, he leans closer, his mouth brushing my hair. He pauses for a moment, then trails his fingers through the locks with an admiring hum.
“Mating season was unfulfilling for me,” he continues. “I was not able to successfully breed any of the females. They were all bred by others, so I have no offspring.”
“If it’s an orgy, how do you know that?”
“When a male has bred a female, the urgency to mate eases somewhat. He can still fuck, but it’s no longer a violent need. I suffered the full power of the mating frenzy for the entire week, and it ebbed slowly afterward. Even when all the females were bred or finished with their heat, I was plagued by desire. Perhaps that’s why I became so obsessed with alethia. It gave me brief satisfaction. Even after the heat was long over, I kept taking it because I wanted to feel sexual delight again.”
He’s touching me, caressing the curve of my ass through the purple silk I’m wearing. My skin tingles with every pass of his fingers, and my panties are drenched. I can feel the slippery wetness of the fabric sliding between my thighs.
“You’ve proved your point,” I say faintly. “You’re experienced. And you want to fuck me just because I’m here, and I’m female?”
“What better way to understand each other, as you said?”
“Cunning dragon. You like turning my words against me. But you don’t know how humans have sex. You have no idea how to please me.”
“I will learn.” His deep voice rumbles against my ear. “Teach me what you crave.”
“That’s a dangerous offer, pet,” I gasp.
His hand slides over my shoulder, wrapping lightly around my throat. “Fear of consequences has rarely prevented me from pursuing what I want.”
“Very well, then.” I turn to face him, my heartbeat thrown into chaos when I realize how close his mouth is to mine. “First lesson. Do you feel the pressure, the tension here?” I touch his lips, then my own. “The pull between us… our mouths?”
“I feel it,” he murmurs.
“Then kiss me. Touch me with your mouth.”
He leans in, tentative, the softness of his lips whispering against mine. I reach for him, sliding my arm around his neck, pulling him closer. His mouth is plush and warm, and my eyes drift shut at the blissful magic of the kiss.
His lips open slightly, and I part mine as well, letting my tongue nudge into the space, teasing and taunting him until his tongue emerges, too. He makes a pleased sound of surprise and urges his body closer, pinning me against the sideboard.
I break the kiss to say, “Lift me so I can sit on this.”
He pulls back, frowning slightly and looking first at his arms, then at me.
“Grab my waist, right here, and pick me up.” I guide his hands to where I want them. His muscles contract, and he lifts me, delight blooming in his eyes. He sets me on the sideboard, and I part my legs so he can stand between them.
“I’m not as weak as I thought.” He flexes his arms, watching his biceps jump. “This body is pathetically small and vulnerable compared to my dragon form, but at least I have some strength.”
“You’re more physically powerful than I am.” I watch his reaction, curious to see what he’ll do with that information.
