Page 45 of Claimed by the Savage Dragons
‘A kiss,’ he says slowly, quirking a brow. ‘It’s the only way.’
Oh.
‘Ok.’
He gets up and moves to sit on the bed with me, his eyes not leaving mine. His fingers draw lightly down my cheek, and I see something in his expression that I don’t understand as he angles my face toward him, and his head descends.
His lips meet mine, gentle but insistent, his tongue darting out to lick the seam of my mouth. I open for him almost instinctively and he lets out a low, contented noise as he pushes me down to the bed carefully, almost reverently. The kiss deepens and his tongue slips past my teeth, mingling with mine, stroking me.
I hear a low moan and realize the sound came from me. The weight of his body on mine increases, pushing me into the mattress. My body’s response is immediate, my legs widening, wanting more.
I haven’t registered the low hum of water running until it abruptly stops just as Brax is pulling the bedcovers away from me and begins kneading my breast. My body arches into his and a door opens.
Someone coughs and I pull my head away from Brax’s pleasurable assault, turning my face to the side to find Tor now standing in the room with a towel wrapped around his waist.
The hard planes of his body ripple, water running in rivulets down his muscles and my breath catches. Brax is kissing down my throat, nipping at my flesh gently. He doesn’t seem to notice that Tor is watching.
‘Brax.’
The way Tor says his name sounds like a warning, and the male who’s currently on top of me pauses his ministrations, turning back to look at his friend with a small sigh.
‘Fine,’ he mutters petulantly, and moves off me, eliciting a squeak from me when he pinches my nipple.
‘Well?’ I ask breathlessly. ‘Did it work?’
I almost hope it didn’t. There’s an ache coiling deep inside me. I want more of what they did last night.
Did they use some kind of dragon sorcery on me to make me into their willing slave? Was this all a trick of some kind?
The idea is a horrible one and makes me pull my knees up toward my body, tearing at the blanket to try to cover myself.
Tor rolls his eyes and snorts. ‘What did you tell her? That you needed to fuck her again to make sure?’
My eyes widen and fly to Brax, because that is sort of what he said.
‘A kiss actually.’ Brax winks at me, looking unrepentant as his eyes slide over me like he can see through the cover. ‘Got a little carried away.’
Brax tricked me.
I scowl at him, belatedly remembering that he tried to kiss me earlier and I wouldn’t let him. It seemed too intimate at the beginning, before they…
Tor lets out a long breath.
‘It took,’ he says quietly. ‘Your scent has changed, Mari.’
I smell my arm and look at him with confusion. I could use a wash, but I don’t smell any different to myself.
Brax’s lip twitches. ‘You won’t notice it with your human senses, but you might as well have dipped your body in perfume a la Brax and Tor to any dragon’s nose. For a while, at least.’
‘For a while?’ I ask.
‘It’ll wear off in time.’ His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he watches me. ‘It’ll need to be… topped up.’
I shake my head at him. ‘Why did you pretend…’
He just shrugs. ‘It’s time to go.’
Already?
