Page 46 of Claimed by the Savage Dragons
The bubble I’ve been in since he brought me into this room bursts, and the calm I was feeling disappears. My heart begins to thud in my chest.
Tor shifts on his feet, looking oddly uncomfortable.
‘Actually, I need to hunt first.’
Brax frowns and then smiles widely.
‘My friend,’ he murmurs. ‘Congratulations.’
I look from him to Tor and then back again, not understanding what’s happening at all, but neither of them elaborate.
‘I won’t be long,’ Tor says, turning away and dropping the towel. ‘Make her something to eat and then let her rest.’
‘Fine,’ Brax says, looking a little disappointed.
Tor leaves without a backward glance and Brax stands.
‘What was all that about?’ I ask as Brax rummages through some drawers in the wooden bureau on the other side of the room.
He glances at me and throws some clothes on the bed but then seems to decide something.
‘Not my story, princess, but my boy,ourboy, had a tough time for a while. He was in a dark place and he’s finally coming out the other side.’
I frown at him. ‘That’s not much to go on.’
He smirks. ‘Get dressed, little rabbit. I can hear your stomach rumbling from here.’
He throws on a shirt and some low slung pants. I avert my eyes when they start traveling over his body with interest, and I start feeling that feeling down low again.
‘Did you do something to me?’ I blurt.
‘Yeah,’ he snorts. ‘Fucked you six ways from Sunday and gave you unbelievable pleasure for hours if those screams of yours and the squirting were anything to go by.’
I gape at him. He says it so casually. Does he do this all the time with human women? I don’t like how my stomach twists at that thought.
He frowns at me. ‘No, I don’t do it all the time.’
My eyes snap to him. ‘How did you… Did you just?—’
‘It’s just that we’re in-tune right now,’ he says quickly. ‘A side effect. That’s all.’
Why does it sound like he’s trying to convince himself as well as me?
His expression shutters and he turns away.
‘I meant, why do I have these weird…’
I trail off, remembering his trick with the kiss. Maybe I should be asking Tor, not Brax. His answers are just raising more questions.
‘What?’ he asks.
‘Nothing.’
I pull on the oversized teal sweatshirt he’s given me, thankful when I see it comes down to my mid thighs as he hasn’t given me anything else.
‘Come on.’
I get out of bed and follow him out of the room. He takes me down the darkened hallways to the kitchen that Tor brought meto, was it yesterday? The day before? I don’t know. Time is pretty difficult to gauge when you can’t see the sun.
