Page 3 of Forging Bonds: Part Two

“Coen, don’t even try to lie to me,” she demands.

I love it when she gets all stern with me. I would love it more if I weren’t trying to stop her from committing a murder. Usually, I wouldn’t bother trying to stop her, but in this situation, the consequences would be too great. There are simply too many witnesses.

I shrug, “Your sword is awesome.”

Her eyes narrow, and she moves toward me.

I can’t help it, it’s clear to see how much she cares about me. The wound is moments away from completely disappearing. I only need to distract her for a small while. I place Asael back where I found him and prowl toward her, meeting her halfway.

She smirks, “Oh no. I know that look, don’t try to distract me.”

A rumble begins in my chest, and her eyes flare with heat. I rush at her, tackling her and sending us both soaring toward the bed as I absorb our landing and make sure she doesn’t get hurt. The laughter that explodes out of her makes my smile widen, and I can’t help but commit the sound to my memory, just in case.

As her laughter starts to subside, I kiss her again, her legs wrap around me, and her hands pull me closer. All thoughts of anything but her disappear.

Neith

“Imay not be able to have you like I want to, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t taste you,” he says as he pulls back slightly, his eyes flashing with a searing heat.

My only response is a moan as he kisses me deeply before looking down at me, his eyes twinkling, “How much do you like what you're wearing?”

I frown, confused at the seemingly abrupt change in conversation, I answer him anyway and shrug, “I’m not bothered, why?”

I watch in heated fascination as he shifts one of his fingers into a claw and, with expertise, slices straight through my shirt and bra. My nipples pebble as he pauses in his pursuit of getting me naked and spread before him, and his entire focus becomes my boobs. My back arches as his mouth closes around one of my nipples, his tongue swirling around it before he nips gently, and my hips buck. His weight settles above me, and my hands weave into his hair, making him growl a sound that is closer to that of his dragon than that of a man, the vibrations rumble in his chest and create a fantastic sensation, that makes my clit pulse with need.

“Fucking hell, Love,” Coen’s voice his husky with need.

I tug at his shirt, “Off.”

He nips my nipple again before releasing it with a pop and shifting so that he can look at my eyes.

“Love, if I get naked, I’m going to want to be inside you,” his eyes heat. “I’m going to want to feel your pussy clenching around me as I make you scream.” His eyes scan my face, “You’re human, Love.”

I roll my eyes, I know he said that I can’t tell him shit, but I really want to tell him that I’m not actually technically human, although I know him and he puts my safety above everything, including himself, and would tell me that unless I can say, and prove that I am unequivocally not human he won’t risk it. Which, to be fair, is why I haven’t taken it any further with anyone, I am still technically human.

“Fine, take your shirt off,” I reply. I’m good at compromising.

He smirks, that gorgeous half smile that pulls at the scars on his face and makes me feel things that I shouldn’t.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, as he sits up and whips it over his head, and I’m left staring at the toned and tattooed ridges and planes of his torso.

Fucking hell.

Chapter Two

Neith

My hands follow the path of my eyes, and his stomach muscles twitch as his head tips back, and he groans. I’m about to pull him back down to me when a new tattoo on his chest catches my eye.

It’s not new as in it’s just been done, but it is new to me.

It wasn’t there the last time that I saw him shirtless, and this isn’t the first time we have played. My fingers lift and brush over the scar on his shoulder, surrounded by the outline of a heart made out of my favorite flowers, with the words my always written underneath in my handwriting. I used to write notes to him all the time when I went to the keep, he’d sign his notes to me with Forever, and I would sign mine with Always.

The scar is one I gave him.

It was thanks to training that had gone slightly awry, he didn’t move quickly enough, obviously, and I managed to skewer him. We were sparing with dragon blood blades, which are the only weapons that can scar a dragon.

I look up at him, and he shrugs like it’s not a big deal. It is though, it really fucking is.

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