Page 38 of Kenna's Dragon

A dark, whispered warning at the back of my mind tells me it might not even be satiated in a few days with her, or a few months. It might take the rest of my existence to get the taste of my little living flame off my lips and the temptation she sparks in me out of my blood.

“Where’s your room?” I ask her, low and husky, gripping her ass even tighter.

“Upstairs,” Kenna pants, and her needy, breathless tone is entirely too satisfying. “Third door on the right.”

She clings tighter to me as I climb the set of narrow stairs to the second floor, drawing another growl from my lips when she dips her head to scrape her teeth against the side of my throat.

When I reach the door she indicated, I throw it wide and walk us inside before kicking it shut. I’m still wholly focused on the woman in my arms as I step into the room, but when I glance up, I’m distracted immediately.

The room is every bit as vibrant as my ember.

Bright colors and wild patterns and something new to see everywhere I look. Almost more than even my dragon’s greedy eyes can process. From the plush pillows on her bed, to the dark emerald armchair in the corner, to the display of bright, shiny jewelry and baubles on her painted dresser, it’s like stepping into an explosion of color and life.

One entire wall is filled with artwork. Some of it’s framed and arranged into what looks to be a carefully curated gallery wall. Other sections are made of tacked up sketches and prints, all gathered around a vintage roll-top desk with a tablet computer sitting on it.

Kenna’s artwork. Like everything else in this space, it’s colorful and whimsical, bold and eye-catching.

Setting her down gently, I turn in a slow circle, taking it all in.

“I like… color,” Kenna says, and when I cut my gaze back to her, she shrugs self-consciously. “It’s a lot, I know, but it’s—”

“It’s wonderful.”

“Really?” she asks, snorting a small laugh. “I didn’t think it would be your style.”

“I’m a dragon, ember. And that means I appreciate beautiful things.” Reaching out, I catch one of her curls between my fingers. “Like this fiery hair of yours.” I let the strand drop and run my thumb over the crest of her cheekbone. “Or all the colors of your face. This delicious pink and the emeralds in your eyes.”

Kenna’s breath catches, and she leans into the touch.

“I’m a greedy creature,” I tell her, taking a step forward and herding her toward the bed. When we reach it, I slide my suit coat off my shoulders and drape it over the footboard. “I have an eye for treasure and an even greater appreciation for when it’s right in front of me.”

The backs of her knees hit the bed, and she sinks slowly onto it. Her eyes stay fixed on mine as she shifts herself to lie back against the pile of pillows, and I follow her inch for inch until I’m hovering above her.

Kenna makes a needy little sound in the back of her throat and winds her arms up around my neck, trying to draw me down on top of her. I chuckle and relent, pressing her into the mattress with the length of my body. Having her beneath me, arching up and shifting to get used to the weight and the feel of me, all those soft curves of hers melting into me, is almost enough to make me forget I’m not quite done teasing her.

“It’s like I’ve found a new hoard to plunder,” I murmur, brushing my lips over hers. “A treasure just waiting to be taken.”

Finally claiming her mouth again, I swallow her groan of pleasure. Kenna responds just like I knew she would, with her hands tangled into my hair and her lips parting immediately to let me stroke into the heat of her mouth.

She’s delicious, all sweet spice and citrus and a hundred other things I’d like to drown in.

Her thighs part, making space for me between, and by the way she bucks her hips into mine, I know she can feel the press of my cock behind my zipper.

Too many clothes. Far too many clothes between us right now. Shifting up onto my knees, I revel in the irate noise she makes when I pull away. I reach up to unbutton my shirt, only to have my eyes catch on something in the open drawer of her bedside table. Something that looks a lot like…

“What’s this?” I ask, reaching over with wicked satisfaction coursing through me. My fingers close around firm silicone shaped exactly like a certain part of male dragon shifter anatomy. “Something you’ve been practicing with?”

When she sees what I’m holding, a furious blush rises on Kenna’s cheeks. “Stop! That’s not—”

“Have you enjoyed using it?”

She doesn’t answer right away, keeps reaching and grasping to take the toy back, but I’m not done playing with her.

“Tell me, ember. Tell me how much you like having this dragon cock in you.”

Kenna whimpers, and the sound of it goes straight to my own cock.

“I like it,” she admits.

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