Page 51 of Smoke and Mirrors
MELODY
“Ready?”
I nodded, taking my tenth glance around to make sure we were truly alone.
“No one else is here,steluta,” Raz chuckled as he shed his clothing. “Trust me, I could hear, see, and smell them from miles away.”
Moonlight turned his bare skin a silvery hue, making his tattoos look even more magical and enigmatic. I leaned back against the tree, taking in every sleek, liquid movement of his ink as he peeled away his clothing. When he finally stripped completely naked, my core clenched around nothing, remembering how thickly he filled me and how his piercings felt.
“Like what you see?” he grinned smugly. Of course he knew the answer to that.
“Nah,” I joked, unzipping the backpack I held for his clothes. “But if you hang out naked more often, I might come around to you.”
“Uh-huh,” he chuckled, folding up his clothes and placing them inside the backpack, which I then zipped closed and slid my arms through the straps.
“Ready when you are, naked tattooed man with a killer body and amazing dick who is totally not my type.”
He cupped my chin, grinning. His eyes looked like liquid metal in the moonlight. “A kiss before we go, since I won’t be able to for a whole minute.”
My grin matched his as I tilted my face up, our lips melding in a smooth, passionate dance that I wished never had to end. I grabbed the back of his head to kiss him harder and felt his heart beating against mine.
Holy shit, I’m totally smitten with him, I realized. Just looking at him or hearing his voice put a big stupid smile on my face. It was similar to the nervous giddiness I felt when Hunter and I started getting close, before he went from a warm, caring puppy of a man to cold, solid brick wall.
Like earlier in the day, he barely said a word when he got back from his run. He puttered around the campsite until dusk fell, then headed for the hospital with the kids since it would take longer for them to reach there on four legs.
Recalling his behavior that day only made me kiss Razvan harder. Now that two of my men had become moody assholes, he was the one consistency in my life. He reassured me when Hunter’s behavior stung, and here he was now, holding me under a full moon and kissing me like he never wanted this to end either.
Never in a million years would I have believed I’d start falling for the arrogant, tattooed Romanian who sampled women like free snacks at the carnival. And I never thought he’d be such a rock, a point of stability when everything else seemed to fall apart.
“Do you want to see your other man or not?” he teased when we broke apart breathlessly, kissing my nose.
“You make it very tempting to say not,” I sighed. “But yes, let’s go.”
He nodded, placing a final peck on my lips before stepping away to shift.
At first, it looked like all his tattoos filled in to make his skin completely solid black. Then a shiny white glare reflected the moonlight as his skin turned to solid dragon scales. At the same time, I heard the same sickening pops and cracks as his skeleton rearranged itself and grew to ten times the size of a man.
Within a minute, a massive black dragon stood before me. It was no less wondrous and awe-inspiring as the first time. Razvan stretched his wings, snorting tendrils of smoke before folding them against his back again.
“God, you’re magnificent,” I whispered, approaching him.
He leaned his large, reptilian nose against my palm and let out a low, rumbling growl like a purr against my hand. Those metallic grey eyes were exactly the same, and looked at me with the same warmth and affection as human Razvan.
“I probably should have asked the best way to get on you,” I realized aloud, taking in the bumps, ridges and spikes that adorned his body.
He let out a series of huffs that could only be laughter before lowering his belly to the ground. He laid there like a loafing cat, looking at me expectantly. If only there was some way to communicate.
Running my hand down his neck and along his back, I decided to just climb aboard and see what happened. Grabbing a spike along his backbone, I braced one foot against his ribs and threw the other over.
“Hang on,” I told him when he started to fidget underneath me. “Trying to not stab myself in the vagina here.”
That only made him shake even more as he repeated that dragon laugh. Finally I settled over where the spikes smoothed out into ridges. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable ride but at least I wouldn’t get stabbed and not be able to enjoy that dick of his anymore.
Yes, because that’s the worst that can happen when you get a dragon spike through the pussy.
“Okay,” I told him. “I think I’m ready.”
I was not ready.
