Page 39 of Flameborne: Fury
Of course it mattered. He didn’t stop being a General just because we’d had sex.
Oh, God. We’d had sex.
I sucked in a breath and tried to roll him off, to sit up, but Donavyn’s gaze went wide and he caught me.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa—what was that, Bren? What scared you? Tell me. I won’t do it again.”
“No, it’s not—it wasn’t you, I just…”
Royal whore.
The General’s favorite.
I hid my face in my hands and a low rumble puttered in his chest, vibrating against my breasts and stomach, making my body thrill, and the rest of me suddenly very awarewe were still joined.
Muttering, Donavyn took my wrists in his hands and pulled them away from my face, peering down at me as he pinned both my hands on the furs above my shoulders. Which archedmy back slightly and made my body thrill again. Instinctively, I tightened on him and felt him swell.
An image of the dragons flickered in my head again,Akhane on the ground this time, splayed out, Kgosi rearing over her, rubbing his chin along her neck gently, but his teeth bared—
My breath grew shorter.
“Shit,” Donavyn muttered, quickly looking over his shoulder towards the cave door, then back to me. “The dragons are giving in again.”
I gave a nervous laugh, but he turned back to stare down at me, and I was struck byhim.
Braced over me, his muscles bunching on his shoulders, his jaw tight, those tendons in his neck that had stood out so proud when he fought for control. Between the flying, the landing, and the sex, the tie he’d used to keep his hair back for flying had pulled loose. Long, dark strands of his hair fell either side of his handsome face, shadowing his cheeks and eyes, making his bright gaze even more penetrating.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes glazed for a moment—the dragons again—before he blinked and focused.
“Bren, this will keep happening. I want… Before we get lost in it, Ineedyou to know, I meant every word.”
I sucked in, my mind conjuring those moments when we’d vowed.
“Will you have me, Bren? Take me forever?”
“I…” I searched his gaze, overwhelmed with need, but the smallest part of my heart and head still fearful as I searched his eyes for the deception.
“I vow myself to you,” he rasped. “Forever, Bren. You’re mine. Will you have me?”
His piercing gaze and frank tone shoved at the tender spots in my chest. “Yes—oh god!” I reached for him, desperate. “Donavyn,yes.”
Donavyn rumbled again and his eyes closed, his chin dropping, hair dangling in my face as he shivered. My body tingled with anticipation as Ifelthim fight for control, which only made my breath more shallow.
“What did you just think about?” he croaked, then swallowed, his eyes tight with desire and restraint.
“You,” I breathed. “You vowing. Those words—”
“I meant them,” he said. “I meant it, Bren. You’re mine now. You’llalwaysbe mine. I don’t know how the fuck this will work. There’s no precedent here. But I won’t deny it. I won’t letthemdeny it.”
Kgosi gave a high, resonant call and Akhane answered him, and my body thrilled.
I was starting to pant. “Donavyn?”
“Yes?” he asked through his teeth, his chest heaving again.
“I don’t know how this will work either, but I want you. I want all of you.”
“Oh, thank God,” he rasped, then descended on me.
