Page 48 of Harbinger

But in Vorzyr’s suite, he’d put down some crimson shag rugs to break up the monochrome of it all. He had several chests positioned around the space, too. He’d even hung paintings on the walls of beautiful dragons.

“Are those of your family?” I asked him.

“Most are famous dragon warriors of old. Only one is related to me.” He pointed to a majestic black dragon with silver markings. “That one is my grandfather. Malrik Titanus. He’s got a similar look to my dragon form.” A sadness came over him as he said, “He’s dead now.”

“I’m so sorry. Was it in battle?”

“It was complicated.”

Before I could speak more to it, he gestured at his bed. “Have a seat. I’ll get those marks off you.”

As I walked over there and lowered myself onto the foot of the bed, he shook off his fancy, high-collared coat and hung it up in the closet, leaving him in just a black tank, a whole lot of muscle on display. His arms were fucking huge and the dragon scale tattoos of black and crimson only added to the sexy sight.Whew.

He sat down beside me. Even just sitting, he completely dwarfed me with his size.

I peeled the scarf away and put it down on the bed.

“This is going to be intense,” he warned me.

“Like, painful?”

“Stimulatingwould be the best way to describe it.”

Oh, damn.A rush of heat went through me.

Just from that.

“Okay,” was all I could manage.

He shifted closer to me, then gently grasped my nape, and carefully angled me so he had unfettered access to the side of my neck where he’d made all his marks. “Ready?”

I swallowed hard.

The remnants of last night were still alive and well. I mean, I’d known and felt that during class, but I’d tried to tamper down how it had affected me, because we were in public and trying to learn and focus.

“Ready,” I eked out.

He smiled reassuringly.

And then it happened.

He slicked his tongue over the marks.

Holy fuck.

Every stroke was like liquid fire against my skin.

Stimulatingdidn’t even cover it with his every movement, every lick, every fucking moment of his tongue gliding so deliciously across my skin.

“Fuck,” I was whimpering insomuch need within moments. “Oh, fuck… fucking shit.”

My cock was rock-hard, straining against my leather pants in a way that was damn near painful.

“Want me to stop?” he asked, coming up for air. “I’m almost done. Just one little bite to go.”

“No… don’t stop… please.”

“You don’t need to beg me. If you want something, just ask. I’m not your Dom. We’re equals, babe.”

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