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In fact, something new was just occurring to him. The witch was Bad. (BarelyBad, but Bad nonetheless.) So, ifhefelt this suffocating, instinctive passion… then so didshe. The need in her must be rising to match his own.
Testing, he shifted so their bodies touched, his hard shaft nudging her. Demanding attention. Esmeralda gasped at the feel of him, causing more blood to rush to his throbbing flesh. Up close her skin was even more amazing. Like flower pedals. He wanted to touch it everywhere, just to feel the texture, but he was afraid he’d hurt her. Generally, he didn’t give a shit about hurting anyone, but her skin was soft and delicate and so rare…
Against his will, a growl rumbled in his chest. The dragon wanting to possess her.
“Crap.” Esmeralda muttered and arched forward like the sound enflamed her. “That isnothelping. I’m trying to make you understand…”
“I understand that you want me, even though you don’twantto want me.” He interrupted, enjoying this more then he’d enjoyed anything in alooongtime. “…And darling that just makes it even better.”
“You really are the worst person in the world.” She whispered, sounding dazed.
“I try.”
“For real. I should forget about finding a way to make this mess work. I should just run away as fast as I can.”
His eyes nearly crossed with lust at that spectacular image. “I truly wish you would.” He whispered in her ear and she whimpered. It was like music. “Maybe you are a fairy godmother, because that’sjustwhat I want.”
“I’m not talking about some twisted, dominance foreplay, Trev.”
He barely heard her, more and more intent on his goal.
Dragons were scent based creatures and Esmeralda’s fragrance was the most intoxicating one he’d ever encountered. For a below-average witch, she smelled like concentrated magic. Trevelyan drew in a deep breath, amazed.A lotof concentrated magic. And her scent was different than the usual musk of dark spells that drifted around Bad folk or the light, fresh perfume of the Good. This was an impossible mix ofboth.
He’d never cared much for the banal reality of Goodness. Bad was so much deeper and more complex. It had a bitter aftertaste, though, that inevitably disappointed and made him long for something sweeter. Sadly, Good’s aroma of sugar-and-spice was all an illusion. Trevelyan had always been perversely drawn to that beguiling whiff of sweetness, but the mouthwatering fragrance turned out to be frustratingly bland when you finally got a lick. Neither could completely satiate his appetite, which often left him confused and irritated and inexplicably… lonely.
Esmeralda suddenly seemed like the perfect solution to his quandary. The witch was nearly half Good. Dark and light came together inside of her to create something very special. Something new. Mixed with her glorious Badness, maybe Good reallywouldtaste as rich as it always promised. His head dipped lower, wanting more. Wanting to kiss her and…
Esmeralda did step back this time, emphatically shaking her head. “No.”
Trevelyan’s eyes snapped to hers. “What?”
Why would anyone say “no” to a dragon? He truly didn’t understand.
Aside from those Good girls with the sparks in their eyes, he didn’t recall anyone ever saying “no” to him. The last oneof those vexing women had been Marrok’s True Love, but he was pretty sure Scarlett Ridingwould’vebeen agreeable, if he hadn’t been playing up the menace for her idiot True Love’s viewing pleasure. Trevelyan had gotten a bit carried away with the theatrics and frightened the girl. But he hadn’t intended todoanything to her. Not really. And that certainly didn’t explain why Esmeralda wanted to stop the game.
“No.” The witch sounded resolved. “Absolutely, one thousand percent, unequivocallyno.” She stressed the word, the color high on her cheeks. “As in: this is not happening today. As in: it might not happenever. As in: you’ve got this all backwards. You need to convincemeto keepyou.”
Oh, Trevelyan liked the idea of convincing her. A lot. True Love matches were an unknown, but he knewvolumesabout sex. He was an expert, in fact. There was always a bit of teasing, when everyone was playing the game correctly. It added to the hunt. Supposedly sex between True Loves was the height of the sport. He didn’t believe that yet, but he was willing to be convinced.
“Wonderful idea, darling.”
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Trevelyan closed the small distance that Esmeralda had created, backing her right into the wall.
That maneuver caught her off guard. “I don’t mean you should convince me likethat.” She didn’t seem scared to be caged in by a dragon, just flustered. That was interesting. “Jesus, you take everything in theworstway. I meant:I’m not kissing you, until you stop being a jackass.”
“You’ve already kissed me.”
“That was before I knew you were a jackass! I thought you were anormalTrue Love and I wanted to save you.”
