Page 86 of To Spark a Dragon's Love
“What do you want?” His eyes flicked ever-so-slightly as my foot hit a pile of gold and dislodged a few coins.
“What I want…” I drew out my response as I continued to inch backwards, watching to see where he’d pay attention. My fingers brushed the top of a wood box carved with some sort of ivory inlay. His eyes burned brighter.
Oh. He likes it when you touch his things.
“Tell me what you want,” he prompted as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.
I picked a coin from the pile and turned it between my fingers. His breath quickened as he stared at it, mesmerized.
“I want to know what you want.” I flicked the coin in the air.
He caught it mid-flight, reflexes quick and deadly, as his pupils turned to slits.
I took a step back.
And then another.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to run from predators?” His voice teased, but his eyes gleamed with a warning.
“Is that whatyouwant?” I quipped as I grabbed a fistful of pearls and gemstones from the open case. “Does your dragon want to come out to play?”
“Yes.” Smoke billowed from his nostrils.
I gathered the jewels against my chest, feeling my heart slam against them. “Then let’s see if you can catch me.”
I never stood a chance.
I ran as fast as I could, slipping and sliding around gold mounds, and making way too much noise as the shadows—little narcs that they were—probably gave away my location.
“Come out, little thief,” Malachy’s voice was a deep rumble that taunted, echoing through the caves, and it raised the hair on my skin.
“I’m not a…”
Strong hands caught me by the arms and I screamed.
“Thief!” I laughed as I caught my breath. “Technically I didn’t steal anything.”
“Only my heart.” Malachy plucked a ruby from my fingers. It glinted in the lantern light before he dropped it to the floor. He stared at me instead of watching where it fell.
Then his lips crashed into mine and his hand pushed up my shirt, cupping my breast through my bra, as his tongue swept my mouth with a possessive dominance that left me light headed and weak.
The dizziness made me feel young again. Bold and reckless and able to take whatever I wanted. To live the rest of my life on my terms—consequences be damned.
I reached for his pants, intending to get exactly what I wanted, when he smacked my hands away.
I broke our kiss to pout.
“No.” He nipped my bottom lip with his fangs. “You’ve been of service too long, my queen. It’s time to service you.”
“Wha…” My words were cut short as he dropped to his knees in front of me, pulling down my pants and tracing the exposed skin with his tongue and teeth. My little moans of pleasure bounced off the cave walls. Malachy slowly lowered me until my back hit a mountain of gold.
I cried out as he lapped at my center, sucking and biting as he licked, and removing the rest of my clothes until I was a writhing mess.
Then he flipped me. Cold jewels and coin bit into my palms and knees as the damp cave air caressed my skin.
Something shifted in the pile of treasure.
“What are you…Oh.” My eyes widened as the vibration of a strand of pearls ran along the length of my wet slit. Malachy spread my legs further, giving better access to the jewels as he pulled them down again, running over my clit.
