Page 41 of To Ignite a Dragon's Desire

Lucan

Cock Block

Three weeks.

My brother hadn’t left my house in three fucking weeks. It was the longest he’d spent in my company in years.

While three weeks was nothing in our lifespan, one universal truth on time remained no matter the species: Guests and fish stunk after three days.

It’d been twenty-one days of grueling torture where Riley threw herself into lessons, walking around the house in a sports bra and leggings like a model from a human fighting gym while she raged, drilling me with small fists of fury.

If it hadn’t been for my cock-blocking brother always hanging around, I might’ve convinced Riley to work out some aggression in other ways.

But she had a single-minded focus when it came to learning different fighting techniques and I obliged her every whim—despite the temptation it was to watch sweat roll down her cleavage and see her face flush with exertion, knowing what she’d look like if I could really give her a workout.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”I grumbled through our familial link as Malachy leaned against the doorway, scratching his unshaven face and wearing old sweatpants.“A job to do? A mountain to climb? Your own beer to buy?”

It wasn’t lost on me that the past three weeks had been quiet as far as Earth went. Malachy must’ve been hurt worse than he let on if even She was giving him this long break.

Or this was the signal that something bigger was coming. The quiet before the storm.

“Thought you wanted me around more.”Malachy smirked as he raised the beer bottle to his lips.

I cursed my earlier words as Riley grunted. Her leg swept out in a perfect arc.

I caught her by the ankle, dodging a well-timed fist. Unsurprisingly, my Riley was a natural at this.

She seemed to be good at all she put her mind to. And it was a beautiful thing, watching her mind slowly start to open up.

Even though it also released all this anger.

Riley screamed as she pulled herself free, raining blows I was forced to move quickly to avoid.

She’d learned there wasn’t much she could do that would hurt me, which only made her try harder. There was so much rage packed into her slender body. In three weeks, she’d begun to add more muscle onto her form, hardening edges that were soft.

I hated this.

There were other channels for her rage that I could put to good use, ones where I could appreciate her body in a gentler fashion.

But Malachy was never far enough away.

Riley spent her nights with me, building pillow walls just to knock them down, and there were a hundred sweet moments in passing. A touch here or there, the whisper of a stolen kiss, her body brushing against mine as she passed me in the hall…

It wasn’t enough.

I was on edge constantly, driven to near insanity with the need to have her to myself and explore the pieces I had yet to discover.

It’s all his fault.

I narrowed my eyes at my brother who sat there watching, enjoying a show that wasn’t for him.

Pain exploded across my cheek as Riley’s hard fist caught me off-guard.

“Ha!” She cried. “I got you.”

I stumbled back as all five-foot-ten of fiery woman came charging at me full force in a sweaty, beautiful package.

She bared her teeth as I caught her by the arms, kicking her feet out as I lifted her into the air. One foot almost caught me in the dick and I jerked my hips back, growling a warning.

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