Page 34 of Dragon's Desire

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Feeling a little drained is all. That's what happens when I have to repair someone's broken ribs and concussion after they pull me out of a second-story window immediately after getting my ass kicked by a kung-fu warlock."

"Sounds like a real hero, whoever that was."

"Mostly, I think he's an asshole." She paused. "But he is an asshole who saved my life. I don't think I'm ready to throw him a parade, but I can at least say thank you."

"Well, I'm sure he'd say you're welcome."

He walked her to the couch, and she sat down.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked

"Yeah, I just need a minute."

Peter sat next to her and started digging around in his pack for something before continuing, "Though your life wouldn't have needed that particular brand of saving if I'd gotten that bastard through the heart."

"We were so close, but I didn't exactly have a moment of glory either."

"Did any of the intelligence we have on him indicate he could fight like that?" Peter asked.

"I think I would have remembered something like that if I'd read it in the report."

"Okay, just making sure I didn't miss something. Well, now we'll be more prepared to fight him next time."

"Do you have a way to track him down?" Kiercy asked.

"I just might, but before we do that, we need to take care of something else first."

"What?"

Piercy saw him reach back into his pack and pull out another witch bottle. He held it up and said, "I'm feeling a little drained, so I'm going to need some help filling this up."

Kiercy looked at him in shock, even as she knew it shouldn't be shocking.

"I can't believe you. How can you still be such a horny fucking bastard after that?"

They'd just come from what was very nearly their deaths, and this bastard still had a one-track mind. She was ready to tell him to go fuck himself, something she was sure he could make work to fill the bottle by himself.

But she realized she could believe Peter. She could always trust him, even if it was just in the sense that she always knew his intentions. He was laser-focused on fucking her again. And, even more so, she was sure she could trust him not to turn over and pledge fealty to Legermain. The sting from her coven mates doing it was still fresh and hadn't been lessened by the healing spell.

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PETER

Peter looked at Kiercy with a grin as she said, "I can't believe you. How can you still be such a horny fucking bastard after that?"

But then he saw a pensive look on her face. There were gears turning in her head. Her eyes narrowed at him. "God, I can't believe I'm saying this, but my adrenaline is still pretty high, and I could use a release."

He leaned towards her, and she held up a hand against his chest to stop him.

"But I have certain conditions," she said.

"And what would those be?"

"If we're going to do this again, it'll be on my terms. Or you can just jerk yourself off into that little bottle of yours. I've got toys for myself that can do just as good a job as you can. Understand?"

"Crystal clear. This time, you get exactly what you want." He watched her hungrily, ready to pounce. He wasn't sure exactly what she wanted, but he figured it couldn't be too bad, and it meant that she did enjoy this. She was admitting to herself that she wanted this. Wanted him.

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