Page 90 of Veiled Flames
He grins. “Yes, I promise to kiss you. I promise to kiss you so well you’ll ignite in my arms.”
I push a freed hand against his chest. “Do you promise to keep my secret?”
His lips move closer to mine, hovering so near I canfeelthem, even though they’re not touching.
“Your secret is bound to come out,” he says, achingly close to my lips. His mouth brushes back and forth, his touch as light as butterfly wings, and it sparks more raging fires.
Shifting his head back, he looks into my eyes. “Your secretwillcome out, Princess Rosomon. But I won’t be the one to reveal it. I give you my word.”
My hand moves from his chest and slides up his ropey neck as his mouth crushes mine.
Our kiss immediately confirms his deep hunger—as well as my own. Along with a flurry of tongues and lips and teeth, our hands roam everywhere, and we devour each other like we both have an unquenchable thirst.
His hands squeeze my backside, pulling me more tightly against him, and the evidence of his stiff rod throbs under his breeches.The sensation is so exciting I feel as if I’m going to explode before he even touches my cleft.
This is going to happen. I am going to have sex. Sex with Tynan.
When I came to his room tonight, I was willing to offer my body in exchange for his silence. When he threatened to drill me as punishment for what I did to his family, I changed my mind. But what’s happening now does not feel transactional. Not from either one of us. What I’m feeling is fueled by lust.
IwantTynan. I wantallof him. I want to know everything about him, inside and out. But above all, I want to learn how his hard rod will feel moving inside me.
He lifts me and tosses me onto the bed.
As I land, my entire body screams in pain at the jolt of sudden movement.
Bending over me, panting, he pauses, his desire hot in his posture, in his scent, in the swirling greens of his eyes.
“You’re hurt.” He keeps his arms stiff, creating space between us.
“I’m only a bit sore from training.” No chance will I mention the lingering, aching damage from what Saxon did.
Tynan bends to kiss me, lightly, but before I can take hold of his head to deepen our kiss, he backs away, moving right off the bed.
Confused, I touch my lips as I fight to catch my breath.
Taking hold of my hands, he draws me to a sitting position, and then to stand. His hand curls around the back of my neck as he looks down into my eyes. I’ve never felt so lost in another’s gaze.
“Princess Rosomon,” he says. “I do plan to fuck you. And I promise to fuck you far better than Saxon ever could. And believe me, my cock plans topunishyour little cunny for what you did to my family.” His expression and voice are a confounding mix of threat and jest. “But not tonight. Let’s see if you survive another day here at camp.”
Lifting me, he carries me to his door and sets me down in front of it. “Now go.” He pats my bottom. “Tonight, you need your bed far more than a good fuck.”
Thirty-Four
Rosomon
The senior candidates didn’t train with us this morn, and I didn’t see Tynan when we broke our fast. After returning to my room last night, I barely slept. Fitful waking dreams tortured me with unending repeats of my time in Tynan’s room.
My thoughts offered so many iterations of our conversations and his actions—including lucid, lust-inducing variations on whatmighthave happened. And I’m no longer sure I remember what truly occurred.
I can’t make sense of it.
I’m beyond confused by his actions, by his mood changes and by his words. Near the end, he seemed to forget his anger, and instead showed genuine admiration for how I escaped my marriage and how I won my place here at camp. He even seemed impressed by how well I’ve done here.
Whatever he truly feels, for now, my visit seems to have served its purpose. Tynan has not yet revealed my secret, thank Othrix. Everyone still believes I’m a boy.
Exhausted and exhilarated from today’s combat training with Saxon, who didn’t even look at me, I take my usual seat in the front row of the classroom and trace my finger inside a scratch carved into the edge of the seat.
Instead of imagining how it would feel if Tynan mounted me, I must focus on what really matters, improving my skills so that I’ll be given the chance to mount a dragon someday. And with every day here at camp I grow more convinced that my sex is no deterrent to becoming a dragon rider.
