Page 63 of Hoarded By the Dragon

My face heats, but I lean forward on the desk, trying to tempt him without words. His body presses against mine, and I moan. His silky robe unable to disguise the fact that he’s already hard.

“I can think of something better for us to do than sleep,” I say.

My stomach presses against the desk, and I frown down at it for a moment before Kalos distracts me.

His breath is hot against my ear before he nips it. “Go back to bed, little queen.”

I make a sound of denial, and it catches in my throat.

“Nothing has changed but your hunger.” He says the words as if the hunger doesn’t have the power to make me want to crawl out of my skin.

I press up on my tip-toes, trying to push my ass against the hardness of his cocks.

“I know,” I whisper. “I know you don’t want anything permanent, and it would just be sex. But please… don’t make me beg.”

I’m signing permission for him to break my heart. In the stark darkness of night, I understand more about myself than what I hide in the light of day. It’s already too late to save myself from heartbreak.

It’s too late, and I’m too hungry to care.

He pauses, and his body throbs against mine. “But I have fond memories of you begging.”

I huff a tight laugh. “They are pretty good memories.”

Until the morning after anyway.

“You need me to provide assistance then?” His hand slides up my inner thigh, and I bite my lip at the flip of our situations. Me, the one in a heat-like state, while he is the thief in the night, stealing away my sanity.

“But whatever will you exchange for my service?” he purrs.

“Whatever you want,” I gasp.

“So needy,” he murmurs. “But your terms are amenable.”

My brain won’t allow me to worry about what he’s going to demand inpayment. I’ll gladly forfeit anything to feel him inside of me again.

His talons retract, and his fingers sink into the clasp of my body. I groan. The stretch and pressure act as a balm while barely satisfying the desire in my blood.

“I need your cocks,” I gasp.

“You need whatever I give you.” Kalos’s even voice starts to darken. The dominance that pushed my limits and launched my pleasure into the stratosphere that first night together is a promise that has my toes curling.

“Yes!” I whisper.

He twists his fingers, and they press against a sensitive spot inside me that causes my legs to tremble.

“Mine to do with what I wish.” His words cause a cascade of sensation to flow through me.

“Yours,” I sob. It’s true. I may not be his mate, but he owns my mind and heart even when he doesn’t want to.

His fingers leave me, and he spins me around, catching my mouth with his. The kiss burns me alive and is more beautiful than a sunset. I try to climb his body, but at the press of my belly against him, I ease back. I don’t want to do anything that would cause him to stop, and he doesn’t like to be reminded about the baby.

Kalos lays me back on the desk. A pen tangles in my hair, but I don’t care. When he rises above me, I have a passing worry that my belly is going to be more obvious in this position, but at the first press of silk-covered hardness to my wetness the thoughts disappear.

I moan.

There’s a click, and the desk lamp turns on. I blink at the brightness but freeze at the sight of my dragon over me.

“I took you in darkness last time,” he growls. “This time I want to see the color of your eyes when you come around me.”

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