Page 37 of Kenna's Dragon

Blair lets out a huff of a breath, and I turn to face him fully.

“Rule number one of this being… well, this being what it is. You don’t get to be all snarly and possessive.”

Before I can register that he’s moving, Blair herds me back against the door, planting his hands on either side of my body.

“Did I agree to that?”

“Um, yeah?” I ask, breath catching in my throat. “You did. I mean, I know you’re old, Blair, but it was less than an hour ago.”

He brings a hand up to lightly bracket my throat, thumb pressing into the little divot where he can almost certainly feel my racing pulse. “You threw out your terms, ember. I don’t remember saying anything about mine.”

“You said—”

“I said I wanted you.” That hand moves upward to cup my chin, tipping my face toward his. “And if I remember correctly, you were the one who said all you wanted was a good—”

“Implied agreement.” My skin is humming where he’s touching me, words coming out in a breathy gasp.

What’s he even saying right now? That he wants… more?

My thoughts are hazy and my brain feels syrupy and slow when he’s this close to me. With all the oxygen in the air taken up by the nearness and the heat of him, there doesn’t seem to be any room left for logic or reason or common sense.

Blair clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Kenna, if you ever make a deal with a dragon, you really should ensure it’s ironclad.”

I open my mouth, but I don’t get the chance to argue before he kisses me.

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Blair

Kenna falls to pieces the moment I have my lips on hers.

Her moan tastes like the sweetest surrender as I stroke into her mouth—teasing her, testing her, seeing if she’s going to call me out on my bullshit.

She doesn’t, but her hands shoot up into my hair and she tugs,hard. The edge of delicious pain has me growling against her lips, a sound that only grows deeper and more ragged when I inhale and catch the other scents in the house.

Males. Two of them. And despite what she told me, I want to have her covered in me by the time I leave. When those males come back from wherever they are tonight, I want them to scent me here and know I’ve left my mark on her.

“Stop being so fucking snarly,” Kenna grumbles against my lips.

I reach a hand down and swat her ass over her jeans. Kenna yelps into my mouth. I do it again, and she arches her back into it. It drives me out of my fucking mind, and I press into her harder, letting her feel the weight of me, the push of my cock against her…

Gods, I’m not like this. Not with anyone but her.

Everything about Kenna makes me mindless, hungry, ready to kiss all that sass from her mouth or take her over my knee and redden her ass until she’s moaning too loud to give me any more lip.

She’s a flame, vibrant and alive, and I’m in the mood to burn.

Using both hands this time, I grab two big handfuls of that lush, full ass and haul her up against me. She comes to me easy, wrapping her legs around my waist and grinding her sweet, hot cunt against the erection begging to be released from behind my zipper.

The contact makes the muscles in my back ache. What I’d give to be somewhere I could half-shift and let my dragon’s fire course through my veins. This house is quaint, cozy, much too close and confined to let my wings spread wide.

Just the thought of it, the idea of Kenna reaching up to put her hands on my wings when we’re fucking… I’ll teach her how to do it just right, how to stroke along the seam where wing meets shoulder so she makes me come hard enough to forget my own name.

I force the thought out of my mind.

Later. There will be time for that later.

Because I already know I’m not going to settle for just one night with my ember. No matter what she wants to tell me about this being nothing more than a good fuck, there’s something else brewing between us that absolutely won’t be satiated in the course of a few hours.

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