Page 71 of Wild Bond

In seconds, Naasir had followed after her. His angry snarl morphed into a bellow of rage as he grew to his natural size.

Rake and I both rushed to the open door, staring out into the driving rain.

“Skye, give that back!” I called into the night while at the same time scolding her in the bond. The only response I got in return were the wordsshinyandmineaccompanied with an overwhelming feeling of possessiveness and glee. I shook my head at my dragon’s antics and looked to Rake. “I don’t think Naasir’s going to get that back,” I laughed.

Rake was grinning. “That’s alright. Let Skye ruffle his feathers a little. It’s good for him.” Rake winced then, and I guessed he was getting the equivalent of a tongue lashing from his dragon.

A large gust of wind blew in from the outside, and I shivered in my wet clothes.

Rake noticed my discomfort and immediately shut the door, blocking the icy wind. He glanced down at his own wet things and grimaced. Without seeming to think about it, Rake unlaced the stays of his tunic and pulled it over his head, revealing his huge golden body.

My heart lodged in my throat at the sight of his very male beauty. The light from the fire made it seem like his tattoos were writhing over the muscles of his skin in a dark, erotic dance.

My eyes finally made it up to his face in time to realize that he had caught me ogling him.

Again.

This time I didn’t feel quite so self-conscious about it, though.

“Are you just going to stand there shivering, or come over here and let me help you out of those wet things?”

His words made a shiver of a different kind race through me.

I stood there awkwardly for a moment trying to decide if I should flee or if I should answer the invitation in his eyes. A complicated mix of emotions battled it out inside me for a few moments as we continued to stare at one another. I was eager for this, but also nervous.

Then I thought of how he had made me feel that night in the bathhouse, how he made me feel whenever he was near me. I thought of our conversation that night and what we had been through together since. I took in the heated look in his eyes as he regarded me now . . . and I realized that the answer wasn’t complicated at all.

Without hesitating or second guessing myself, I decided to let myself have what I wanted.

Him.

I moved slowly forward until I stood mere inches from him, the heat of his body radiating out and warming mine. I swallowed hard, then reached up to lightly touch my fingers to his cheek. Then I rose up on my tip toes and kissed him.

For a moment he didn’t respond and simply let my lips press against his. His big chest expanded with a sharp breath, then his hands were in my wet hair, and he was kissing me back with a ferocity that stole any remaining breath I had.

I was swept away in the heat of it, my mind only conscious of wherever he touched me. His tongue invaded my mouth in a claiming, possessive exchange that had my heart pounding and every nerve ending in my body perking up in awareness.

Then his mouth slid down, and he was sucking and licking and tasting the raindrops from my neck and throat, my exposed collarbone. I let out a harsh, rasping breath, and he chuckled against my skin. His warm hands bunched my wet leather top in his fist and undid the buckles at the sides. He pealed it off me and it landed on the floor with a wetslap.

I gasped as he gripped me just under the thighs and lifted me with such effortless strength it made me dizzy, pulling me up against him, my legs dangling on either side of his hips.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured between hot, licking kisses.

“Taste me?” I asked, my mind feeling sluggish from the demanding way his mouth and tongue owned mine and the way my chest rubbed against his.

He pulled back, his eyes full of something more than lust, more than need. “Taste you,” he repeated.

Anticipation gripped me, along with a sizzle of uncertainty. During my only other sexual experience, I had never done what he was implying. Though the idea made me pulse with excitement.

“Only if I can taste you too,” I countered. Suddenly desperate to give him pleasure, too. I wanted to explore his big body just as badly as I wanted him to fulfill all those wicked promises I saw in his eyes.

His eyes flared at my words, and a very masculine smile curved his lips. “All in good time, little thief,” he murmured as he turned and strode over to his large bed and laid me down, kissing me hard as his weight pressed me into the mattress. My nipples tingled and tightened with need as they rubbed against his warm, naked chest.

Distantly I was aware of Skye retreating in the bond. Giving me privacy.

Then knuckles skimmed the undersides of my breasts as he slid his hands down my body and undid my pants, and my dragon was forgotten. His touch was hot and slightly rough from his calloused hands, setting every nerve in my body aflame.

We both laughed as he attempted to pull the leather pants from my legs several times before finally succeeding with a sharp tug that yanked me closer to him. He smiled faintly when he noted the polished fae crystal I wore around my wrist. The stone prevented pregnancy, and I had been wearing it since the night in the bathhouse. I knew he must have noticed it before now, but I still blushed fiercely.

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