Page 133 of Happily Ever Witch
“It should be more. Covering your body is a crime against nature.” His hands had claws, now. He gently grazed them over her skin, watching her nipples peak. “You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”
Esmeralda’s head fell back against his shoulder. Sighing in pleasure, as his inhuman hands caressed her delicate flesh. “You say that to all your mates, I’ll bet.”
“I only have one mate.”
“And it had better stay that way.”
“It will.” She didn’t fully understand how seriously dragons took mating and there was no benefit in explaining it to her. Not when he was about to get everything he wanted. His teeth grazed the skin of her throat, marking her. He’d never fully understood why men did that to their mates, but now it all made perfect sense.
She didn’t object to the feel of his teeth against her neck. Instead, she angled her head to give him better access. Like she wanted to be claimed. He could smell her growing arousal. Trevelyan took great pride in his villainous reputation, but he loved that she trusted him. That she was so sure she was safe in his arms.
“How much does your dragon want me?” She asked, excited for the game.
“Enough to cause a cave-in, chasing you down. Don’t run from him.”
She nodded, her pulse pounding.
He kissed it, enjoying the small sound she made in response. “I’m very serious, Ez. This will be so much easier for you, if you just submit. In that form, I’ll be less civilized and he’s enormous. You understand?”
“Yes.”
“Youpromiseyou understand?”
“Yes, I fully and completely understand, you control freak. Stop nagging.”
Trevelyan stepped back from her, far from appeased. “Your forty-nine percent Goodness is always looking for an outlet. This is the moment. Be a Good girl, for once. Stay still and let the nice dragon fuck you.”
She flicked him off, but her eyes were dancing with amusement.
Trevelyan grinned. Then, green smoke swirled and he was a dragon.
After the long confinement, the monster gloried in its freedom. His mind remained his own, but it was interlaced with something more primal. Something closer to the wild that beat at the very heart of him. All Trevelyan’s senses were sharper. Everything looked brighter and sounded richer. …And the poisoned-candy-smell of his mate was like a drug. It clouded his brain in want and possession. Need for her pumped through his blood.
HolyGod. How had he lived even a day without her?
Esmeralda stared up at him, tiny and vulnerable and not the least bit afraid. “Oh wow.”
In his dragon-form, he was towering. A beast of legend, somewhere between a serpent and a panther and a man, partially obscured by the green mist. His eyes stayed the same, though. Glowing. Fixed on her. Waiting.
Trevelyan’s head canted to one side.
Esmeralda grinned… and took off running.
He’d expected nothing less.
The dragon snatched her up, shaking the cavern in his haste to grab her. The mini-earthquake delighted her. Evil-doers loved natural disasters, especially when they caused them.
She tried to squiggle free of his hold, laughing.
Trevelyan’s claws sealed around her, not letting her escape. Every dragon wanted to capture himself a damsel and now he’d done it. He lifted his prize right off the ground, which was simple to do when he was fifteen feet tall. Her soft little body felt glorious beneath his fingers. She tried to pry his thumb loose from around her waist, but he wasn’t budging.
“Mine.” His voice was dark and filled with smoke.
Esmeralda responded by making herselfsixteenfeet tall.
Trevelyan’s exhilaration redlined. For the first time, his dragon had someone to play with and she wasn’t going anywhere. The witch might be a foot taller now, but he was twice as strong. Sweeping her up in his arms was simple. He caught hold of her wrists and pinned her down. The green mist of his dragon-form coated her exquisite skin, mesmerizing him.
Esmeralda smiled, enjoying this tremendously. “I don’t think it’s my magic making sex between us more.” She got out, her eyes bright. “I think it’s just us.”
