Page 51 of Kenna's Dragon

And, god help me, I’m not going to listen to that warning.

Because even though I can see so clearly how it will end, there’s no part of me that wants to miss out on what it’ll be like before it does. Even though I can see the ashes and burnt hopes waiting, I also know I’ll never experience anything quite like this—I’ll never experience anyone quite likehim—for as long as I live.

I want Blair like I’ve never wanted anyone. I’m a fucking idiot for it, but when has that ever stopped me from making a massive, glorious mistake?

“What if we didn’t think about that?” I ask him. “What if we just… enjoyed this? For what it is. For however long it lasts.”

Blair hesitates. Maybe he’ll say no. Maybe he knows just as well as I do what a catastrophe this will be, and maybe he’s got a better sense of self-preservation.

All those possibilities, however, evaporate to nothing with his low, graveled reply.

“Alright, ember.” His hand curls around the back of my neck and he draws me closer. “We can do that.”

Staring into his golden eyes, I feel that tug again. The one in the center of my chest. The one that doesn’t mean anything at all. Or, if it does, it just means I’m a fool.

No matter what it is or what it isn’t, it’s not enough to stop me from what I do next.

Blair’s lips part in surprise when I surge up and kiss him, and his hand on my neck shoots upward and tangles into my hair. He wraps my curls around his fingers and uses his hold to tip my head back even further so he can plunder me just the way he wants.

He tastes like smoke and spice, like heat and surrender, like a thousand things I should know better than to want.

With no apparent effort whatsoever, Blair cups my ass in both his big hands and lifts me up against him.

It takes me by surprise, and I let out a little yelp against his lips as he walks from the study and down another, longer hallway to a set of double doors in more dark wood. Tossing them open, he strides inside and sets me down on the floor next to a huge bed, but keeps me pinned to him, hands caressing every inch of my body he can reach.

I’m beyond ravenous at this point. I’m starved for him, for any little bit of him I can get my teeth on, and I bite down lightly on the side of his neck.

“Do you prefer to fuck half-shifted, or like this?” I ask between scrapes of my teeth. “I’m fine with either, so don’t hold back on my account.”

A tremor runs through Blair’s broad frame, and the breath he lets out is tinged with a growl.

“You already know the kind of toys I use to get off,” I taunt him. “And the last two guys I dated were a gargoyle and a demi-fae, so—”

“Ember,” he cuts me off. “You are not going to talk about the other males you’ve fucked. Unless you’d like a detailed account of my own sexual history, and I think we both know you don’t.”

The jealousy that courses through me is hot and incandescent, and Blair chuckles like he can see it written clearly on my face. Which, knowing him, he probably can.

“I didn’t think so,” he taunts right back. “And I’d like to stretch my wings and sink my claws in a bit while I’m fucking you, Kenna.”

The image that puts in my mind makes me feel even more feral.

“Then why are you still wearing so many clothes?”

Blair takes a step back and holds out his arms. “By all means, ember, feel free to rectify that situation however you see fit.”

The edge of challenge in his words is enough to have me lunging for him, pulling his sweater up over his head and tearing at his belt with clumsy, eager fingers. Blair, the bastard that he is, doesn’t give me any help, preferring to watch with half-hooded eyes and a sharp smirk set on his lips until my hands catch on the waistband of his boxer-briefs, the last stitch of clothing he has on.

When I pause, a low rumble of laughter echoes in his chest.

“Waiting for an invitation?”

God, he’s an ass. An arrogant, provoking, sexy as sin ass.

I reach my hand into his boxers and grasp his cock. Giving him a hard stroke, he flexes his hips forward into my grip and lets out a ragged curse.

I didn’t get a good look at his, well,goodswhen he was half-shifted in the forest by Nora’s house, but even in his fully human form he’s… large. Thick and long and already hard for me, I stroke him again, and again, and he fucks into my grasp.

“Kenna,” he breathes. “Enough teasing.”

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