Page 21 of Wild Fire

“Usually, it’s the knight in shining armor with the big sword that wins.”

“Lies. Scurrilous lies,” he teased.

“You can let me go.”

“I could,” he agreed with a nod, “but I prefer you where you are.”

While one hand still trapped her against his body, the other moved down to stroke her soft skin. Dani squirmed and moaned as his hand drifted down to cup her sex, his fingers parting the petals of her sex and slipping through the honey he found there.

“Warrick, don’t,” she said softly and with little conviction.

“Whyever not? You are gorgeous and we both know this is what you want; what we both want.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But I do,” he said as he flicked her clit with his thumb. He used his fingers to massage her pussy, teasing the opening to her core with his middle finger.

“You don’t fight fair,” she moaned as he withdrew his hand from between her legs and her hips arched as if to follow his withdrawal.

“No. I fight to win, but it isn’t much of a battle if you want it as much as I do.”

Warrick knew he should stop; knew this was a bad idea, but he didn’t care. The primitive creature that he was at his core had awakened, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to sink into her and hear her call his name. He wanted to maneuver her onto her back and suck her distended nipples into his mouth, suckling her breasts before nipping and sucking his way to the juncture of her thigh where he could make a meal of her.

He made a space between them and tipped her shoulder backward, grateful that she rolled back without seeming to think about it. She hadn’t said yes, but she hadn’t said no. Warrick didn’t want to risk asking permission. He needed her like his next breath and before either of them could think much more about it, he lowered his head, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was as sweet as it was dominant.

Dani sighed in tacit surrender as her lips softened and parted. He’d forgotten what it was like to want a woman this much—not just physically, but so much more. He brushed his lips across hers, enjoying the way she yielded. They were safe. There was no way for those who pursued them to track where they were. He would enjoy her, bring her pleasure and deal with the consequences when he was forced to. In the interim, he would revel in her response.

She rolled towards him, sighing as her body came in contact with his, her hard nipples grazing his chest. A flash of lightning illuminated the night sky, and a loud clap of thunder shook the room. Dani shivered, but not from fear. She brushed her body against his, eager in a soft, quiet way that told him she wanted him as much as he did her.

The need to take her in the savage way of his ancestors possessed him as lust surged though his system and the kiss morphed from tender to dominating. Warrick let the beast within off the leash, turning the kiss into a carnal exploration of her mouth. His tongue thrust into her mouth, finding hers, sliding along it, and encouraging hers to dance and tangle with his.

And while he had felt her yield, Dani was no shrinking violet; she gave as good as she got and her arms came up to tighten around him, raking her nails lightly down the skin of his back. Warrick growled; he wanted more and needed this woman in a way he never had before.

“How long has it been for you?” he whispered against her lips.

“I’m clean and have an implant if that’s what you’re asking…”

He chuckled. “Not what I was after but good to know. I, too, am without disease.” He didn’t think he’d tell her that dragon seed could overwhelm any human means to prevent pregnancy—Falkor had proved that. “I don’t care how many have come before me, but if it’s been a while, I’ll need to be more careful the first time.”

Her nails raked his back with more intent. “I can take whatever you dish out,” she answered.

He fisted her hair in his hand, wrapping his fingers around the dark, silky strands. “We’ll see about that. I’m going to fuck you long and hard. I’m going to use my hands, my lips, my mouth, and my tongue to bring you to a fevered pitch. Then I’ll spread your legs for me and make a meal of your pussy. I’ll feast until I’ve had my fill, and dragons have a ravenous appetite. When I have you slick and hot and ready for me, you’ll beg me to mount you.”

Dani moved restlessly beneath him as he covered her body with his. Her hands traced his shoulder blades, moving down his spine until she could grasp the globes of his ass. He nuzzled her throat, licking and nipping as he began to move his way down. He moved down her body, stopping at her breasts to pay them homage and to suck her pebbled points into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them before giving them the edge of his teeth and making her hiss.

“Mine,” he murmured as he began to work his way down her body, settling between her thighs and making a place for himself as he lifted each of her legs to hook them over his strong shoulders.

CHAPTER 10

DANICA

Warrick trailed his lips down her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake—not a real one, but her skin felt sensitized with a kind of sizzle she’d never felt before. She was finding it hard to do anything other than breathe, and even that was questionable. All she could feel was the way his hands and mouth played her body.

What was wrong with her? She didn’t know anything about this man. Well, that wasn’t true; she knew he was a dragon. What the hell? She was going to let a dragon make love to her? Her mind rejected the idea in its entirety, but her heart, body, and soul welcomed his mastery, and that’s what it was. Not only was Warrick a dragon; he was an alpha male, a predator with protective and possessive instincts he seemed to give free rein.

Dani’d had plenty of sex in her life, but nothing she’d ever experienced compared to what this man—this dragon—was doing to her. He wasn’t just engaged in foreplay or an exploration of her body, he was worshiping it, learning every nook and cranny as if committing them to memory. Lust and longing flooded her system as he nuzzled her sex and took her breasts in his hands, cupping and squeezing them before focusing on her nipples which were sensitive to the point of being painful. She writhed beneath his touch, moaning and yearning, striving for more.

She closed her eyes and could feel hands around her throat—not his hands, but those of the people who had given her nightmares.

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