Page 85 of Hoarded By the Dragon

His laugh curls around me like smoke, satisfied and clinging. “Yes.”

I purse my lips before continuing, “I’m realizing that maybe I shouldn’t have gotten in your way when you were angry.”

“And now she understands,” Kalos says, shaking his head. “I could never hurt you, little queen. The dragon part of me especially.”

Because I’m his dragon’s mate.I push the thought away because there’s really so much more to focus on right now.

Kalos disposes of the match and opens a cabinet, looking for something before pulling out a small, clear glass bottle and something else I don’t catch sight of.

“What’s that?” I ask.

Kalos arches a brow. “You’ll see. Come, Rina, let’s get you in the water.”

I bite my lip and head back to the pool. Kalos sets the items on the edge of the soaking pool before returning to me. Each motion makes my breath quake. I’m horny. He can definitely scent that, but he doesn’t hurry. If anything, he slows down. He pulls on the tie of my wrap dress, giving me plenty of time to object, but I only swallow.

The dress comes off easily. He slides a thumb over the swell of my stomach before directing me to turn away from him.

“I can feel the hum of your charm, Rina. What magic do you have hidden away?” His words tickle the shell of my ear as he undoes my bra.

I blow out a sigh of relief at losing the garment and moan softly when the dragon’s hands slide to my front, massaging my breasts. My mind is having a hard time deciphering his words until I remember the charm I’ve been wearing around my neck.

“It’s not supposed to be detectable,” I rasp, distracted.

He shrugs. “Dragons are beings made of magic. There is no hiding such a thing from us.”

“It’s just a portal charm.”

He whistles. “Expensive trinket.”

I shrug. “It’s averyexpensive trinket, Mr. Money, but useful.”

Kalos directs me to turn with a light touch to my waist, and I face him. My mind blanks when a talon hooks under the band of my underwear. He tugs the stretchy fabric down, leaving me bare to him.

I bite my lips in apprehension. The vulnerability of being naked when he’s clothed. We stand like that for a moment, my skin burning under his gaze, before he trails his fingers up my side, letting his hand rest on my hip.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words are hushed and leave no room for misinterpretation.

I inhale at the unexpected surge of emotion. I’m not used to getting compliments, let alone from someone like this intimidating being.

“Am I the only one getting naked?” I ask to deflect the clumsy feeling in my chest.

Kalos grins slyly, raising his hands in invitation. I want to roll my eyes at his showiness, the power of his presence, or the demand that I be the one to undress him like a devotee to a god, but I don’t, because I am a devotee. My fingers itch to slide over each plane of warm skin, but I curtail myself to unbuttoning his dress shirt.

My eyes devour all that I reveal. My hands tremble with inappropriate nerves with every scale that catches the light as his skin grays and darkens the lower I get. I slide the shirt from his shoulders, and Kalos throws it to the side, uncaring that the garment probably cost more than my apartment rent.

I’ve never done this, remove real clothing from him. We’re usually in robes by the time we start this type of play, and the increase in work to get him bare is unexpectedly erotic. I shift my weight back and forth by the time I get to unbuckling his belt. The urge for him burns, but we’ve already started this song and dance. He won’t just satisfy me how I need tonight.

He'll take me how he wants to.

One of his hard cocks brushes my knuckles as I unzip his pants. Kalos grabs my hands then, bringing them both up to his mouth to kiss each palm. “You feel too good against me. Allow me to finish undressing so we can soak.”

I almost whimper at the delay. Kalos asked to allow him to romance me, but he’s far too skilled. His eyes gleam as if he knows that.

“You said you wanted me tonight. I want to give you that, but it will require you playing my game, my queen.”

A game of deprivation. My body heats, and we haven’t even gone into the hot water yet.

“Okay,” I nod. “I want all of you.”

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