Page 4 of Hoarded By the Dragon

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KALOS

Breed her.

The instinct of my beast, no matter that it’s impossible, is ludicrous.

This is ludicrous.

Madness on every level.

Collect her. Keep her. Hoard her.

But my beast doesn’t care about madness or the fact the woman propositioning us is a thief. The heat racking my body is bone-meltingly fierce. It’s a pain I’ve suffered alone every year for the centuries since my mate’s death.

I’ve had sex casually, but never have I wanted to have a partner to assuage this. This pain is to remember that I no longer have a mate, and I will spend the rest of my days that way.

I grit my teeth. It doesn’t matter that the taste of this thief’s skin intrigued my beast. That her subtle scent of blueberries and a touch of linseed oil has my mouth watering for more. I’d only wanted to scare her. Take whatever perverse pleasure I could in tormenting her for daring to trespass. Her fear was a brilliant distraction to the pain, and now the urges plaguing me are making everything worse.

The foolish woman takes a step forward, offering sweet absolution. I tense my entire body to keep from pouncing on her. I’ve never been so tempted.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for,” I say.

“I’m not naïve,” she says, snark making an appearance past her fear. “Or inexperienced. Sex is sex.”

My beast snarls audibly at that, and she jumps. I see the moment of hesitation in her eyes. The moment that she debates running. I’d let her. I’d let her escape because the balm of her presence against the never-ending torture of this heat is too tempting. But her eyes glance to the figurine again and determination takes the place of her fear.

Of course. She wants the exchange. This is a transaction, not an offering of old. My beast doesn’t want to let her leave with any of our hoard, but I placate him. Objects last longer than lives. The piece can be found again.

This is the price.

Somehow, a decision has been made—by me or my beast, I don’t quite know. We’ve decided to accept her proposal if only to quell the pain for a moment.

“You’ve never had sex with a dragon before,” I say, wanting the woman to at least be forewarned. “My kind are very rare,thief.”

She flinches at the title, and like the moment of real fear on her face from the threat of the Council, I don’t like it. I suppress the urge to feel anything but apathy for this woman. She’s a trespasser. A common thief foolish enough to risk her life for the figurine she covets.

“I may not have, but I’m willing, and I don’t see any other takers around,” she snaps.

I tilt my head and let the robe suffocating me fall to the ground in a last attempt to scare her away.

The way her eyes widen when they fall to my cocks is gratifying.

“Oh,” she squeaks.

“Still wanting to sell yourself to me for the night, thief?” I ask, mocking. I stroke my upper cock idly; the tip already weeps with the need to take everything that she’s offering.

I inhale and want to groan at the delicate scent of her arousal.

“Um”—she blinks before her senses return, her cheeks reddening—“of course, I’ve just never…” she trails off and I wait.

The demand that burns in my body calms in the face of her embarrassment. No doubt the promise of her presence already mollifying the need to overpower and breed.

“You have two,” she tries again, saying the statement as if I’m unaware of the fact. “A-And I’ve never had anything—” Her face gets even redder as her hand gestures get borderline graphic before she stills them. I finally understand her concerns.

She thinks she’ll have to take them at the same time. Though the idea of thrusting into both of her holes is arousing, that isn’t what this heat demands.

“I won’t do anything that you object to,” I say.

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