Page 19 of Captured By the Dragon Warrior
Well, that was an excellent reaction. I wasn’t certain what I had thought he might do, but I relaxed now and held out my hand. “I would have fit in my hand.”
He put both of his hands in mine, filling the space. “Oh my god, I bet you wereso cute.”
I chuckled self-consciously since I had been the smallest. It was oddly appealing, though, that he would have had to hold newborn-me with both hands.
“Little baby dragon,” Quincy said with a laugh.
“Dragon?”
“Oh, uh…” His face quickly turned rather red. “That’s just what you make me think of. I know some people say ‘lizard’ when they see Ceros, but I think of you as dragons.” He shrugged like it was nothing, but his expression looked worried.
I understood. “I don’t mind that humans refer to us in terms of the animals of this planet. I know what I am, and I am more than a beast.”
Quincy chuckled in a wicked way before clearing his throat.
“You think me a beast?”
“Only sometimes.” He walked away down the hall. “In bed.”
I grinned at his back as my cock stirred. I’d mated him for the first time in this place and wouldn’t be against doing so again. I followed after him, anticipation firing my blood. Arriving in a room ringed by cabinets and cooking appliances, I saw only the table beside him and how it was at an excellent height.
Quincy looked up at me, biting his bottom lip, and I grabbed him up. He laughed in a startled way that quicklymorphed into something low and sexy as I lowered him down onto the table. Immediately, he spread his legs to give me room and pulled me down over him.
“Naughty beast,” he whispered with a cheeky grin.
I paused on my way to kissing him to laugh. “Delicate human.”
He gasped. “Excuse me? Who’s delicate?” He tried to push me back, and the only reason I didn’t comply immediately was because he started laughing at how unable he was to move me. “Fuck, it’s like trying to move a mountain!”
I took his hand from my chest and kissed his palm. “One whispered word from you, and I would?—”
“I know.” He cupped my cheek and stared into my eyes with a soft expression. “You’d never take what I didn’t want to give.”
“Never.”
“Asking for consent is hella sexy,” he said before he pulled me in for a kiss.
I flicked my tongue into his mouth and relished his moan. He shivered when I gave him some of my weight and hitched his natural leg up over my waist. I wanted to reach between us and undress him, but the position demanded that I brace myself and the regenerating stump of my forearm was unable to handle the weight. Going down onto my elbow solved that but did squash him against the table. He laughed into our kiss, and I drew back.
“How about we go upstairs and find out if you fit on my bed?”
“Excellent idea.”
I wiggled my complete arm underneath him and hauled him against me, picking him up. He giggledadorably as he clung to me, and I turned to find a staircase to the next level up.
A loud bell sound stopped me.
Quincy frowned, looking toward the hall. “Who could that be?”
I set him on his feet, assuming he needed to see who had arrived instead of ignoring the bell as my cock wished he would. “Perhaps one of your neighbors saw us arrive and has questions.”
He groaned before heading toward the door. “Nothing like a friendly neighborhood interrogation.”
I stayed where I was, not certain if I should approach right away. Quincy opened the door, and I heard him gasp.
Outside I could see that there were six men dressed in dark uniforms, their waists ladened with equipment, and golden badges pinned to their shirts. They were police officers, so I walked toward Quincy. Had there been some confusion regarding out meeting with Brudnicki? Was he here with his team?
“Quincy Boone?” the officer closest to the door asked.
