Page 6 of Dragon Fight

“I had to. My people had a lot to show me.”

“I’ve got a lot to show you, too,” he chided, shaking his head. As he kept my wrists held tight with one hand, he touched my bottom lip with the other, rubbing his thumb across it. “A very great deal. The other night? That was just a taste of what’s to come, Pippin. I’ve had far too many long, lonely nights imagining what I’d do to you when I got my hands on you.”

“Like what?”

I felt my expression take on the combative spirit of my dragon, or even the hauteur of Zafira, as I tilted my chin up in challenge, but Flynn just grinned.

“Youwouldwant to find out. I think that’s what I love most about you.”

His smile faltered for a second, and an expression of real yearning showed in his eyes, though not for long. Flynn wore a mask. Like me, he’d been taught to since he was a small child and that made it hard for him to let it drop. So I treasured the small sliver of vulnerability he showed me. Then his eyes danced again as he brought his lips down on mine.

“I was a very good boy,” he told me between kisses, mumbling the words against my lips. “I waited for Brom to have his turn. But if Soren has anything to say about it, we won’t even be breathing the same air as you until we’re safely back in our quarters, and I can’t wait for that.”

The way his tone turned savage, growling; the feel of his kisses burning their way down my neck, only to nip at my skin: something inside me gloried at that. Brom was sweet and passionate, but it was almost as if he treated me with kid gloves, whereas with Flynn those gloves were well and truly off.

“You might be wearing his ring, but you’re just as much mine as you are his. And right now I have to have you. Can you do this? Be very, very quiet as I rut you as hard as I can into this very nice bed?”

His eyes flashed with devilry as he stared down at me, waiting for my answer, and I said the only thing I could say when I was with any one of these men.

“Yes.”

5

“Beautiful girl.”

Another deep, drugging kiss made my head spin and my whole body tingle as he devoured my mouth, sucking my lips, tangling his tongue with mine. He let out a helpless little groan then spun me around, pressing more kisses to the back of my neck as he positioned my hands on the door, precisely where he wanted them.

“There’s a fucking reason why they don’t let women wear men’s clothes.” He smoothed his hands down my ribs and then over my hips. “I watch you walk around seeing this arse swaying, these breasts bobbing, and I can scarcely remember a word Brom has said about the upcoming mission.” He undid the buttons of my shirt with all of the speed Brom had restrained himself from using the previous night, before thrusting his hands inside, forcing a gasp from me as he covered my breasts.

His fingers were cunning, finding my nipples in seconds and playing with them so that I had to stifle my moans against my arm, that deep, tugging sensation between my legs proving terribly distracting. Flynn pulled my shirt up and over my arms in order to strip my top half bare. Then he reached around my waist to start on my pants, punctuating his efforts with kisses pressed across my shoulders, while he unbuckled my belt and jerked my pants down.

“Fuuuuck…”

That low, guttural groan had me turning around to see him taking a step back, staring. I slid off my boots and removed the last of my clothing and any doubts I might have had about his desire for me were instantly dispelled. Now that I was nude before him, Flynn’s eyes were wide, his fingers flexing like he was dying to touch me, but didn’t dare. I stepped so brazenly naked towards him, lifting my hands to his buttons.

“So can I strip you naked too? And tell you how maddening it is to watch the muscles of your forearms flex when you drink your ale, or how watching you do things so casually competently makes me wonder what else you can do with those hands?” I asked.

“Me?” He laughed at that, but it seemed to be more from surprise than amusement. “You bloody hid that well, if that’s what you’ve been thinking. You could’ve had me anytime you crooked a finger, Pippin, you know that, surely.”

But I didn’t. I didn’t at all. I’d been forced to view them as comrades-at-arms, then as potential marriage prospects, but not as my lovers, desired and desiring. As I smoothed my hands over his shoulders, feeling that breadth, I realised now was the first time I’d ever consciously looked upon him with desire, with need, and been free to express it. I tore his shirt out from his pants to unbutton it, running my eyes over the broad, muscular expanse I’d lusted after the other night, though with a much clearer head this time. I’d store this memory away, too: of Flynn, of the feel of his skin, of the firmness of his muscles, of the way his body gave nothing away but then gave everything. I ran my hands down his chest in the direction of his belt buckle.

“Just wait.” His hands stopped mine from proceeding.

“Tell me you’re not going to stop me from pleasing you, as well?” I asked.

“As well? If Brom turned that down, he’s a stronger man than me. No, love.” As he smiled, the skin around his eyes crinkled. “I want your hands all over me, because I swear that’s what I’m about to do to you.” But he looked at me intently. “That’s what I want to check. Do you want this? Are you sore?”

“I ache.” My words were blunt and he winced at them. “But I alsoache, right here.” I placed his hand low on my pelvis. “Every time I’m around any of you. I think it's only frequent and regular re-enactments of the other night that will ease my pain.” I smiled at him.

“Is that right?”

He swept me up in his arms only to lay me on the bed, treating me to the sight of him getting naked with flattering speed before he crawled onto the bed.

To me, each man was beautiful in his own way. But Flynn had something golden and sleek about him, like the great cats they found on the continent. As he prowled forward like one and my eyes raked across his body, my attention was caught by a silvery gleam at the tip of his hard cock. As he got closer, I reached for him. I felt a little shy, but I wanted to touch him. As I did, I felt the liquid already beaded on the tip.

“This is so red and swollen. Are you sore?” I asked, with an innocent look. He smirked down at me, but his confident air faltered and he drew in a breath with a hiss as I stroked my fingertips up and down his shaft. “Perhaps I should kiss it better?”

“Look at you: a little minx all this time and we had no idea.” He regained his grin. “Hmmm. Perhaps there’s something I can show you that the others haven’t, yet—we don’t have to wait to take turns pleasing each other.” He shifted direction, spinning on one knee to straddle my body, giving me a very fine view of his perfectly formed arse right before he pushed my thighs open and placed a kiss on my mound.

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