Page 62 of Been There Dragon That
Even though she still hadn’t spoken a word since he’d picked her up from the nursery, she was communicating. She was telling him this was okay. That she needed this. Wanted him.
“Can you warm up the bed?” Not only had she spoken, she’d asked him to do something only a dragon could do. A tiny shiver shook through her body, and she looked up in the dim lamplight of the room and met his gaze.
Wrath cocked his head, surprised that she would ask him to do this like it was normal. Like she expected him to be able to snap his fingers and warm the bed.
He could.
His dragon could.
But when had she realized that?
“Of course,” he answered, crawling into the bed to join her. He moved to his side and let his inner fire rise. The icy sheets instantly warmed, and a soft smile of contentment spread across his mate’s face.
“I love that skill of yours.” She burrowed into his chest, and he pulled her close. Her breasts to his chest, hips, legs, as close as he could get her. Then stroked his fingers up and down the curve of her back, memorizing every inch he touched. The scent of her skin. The rhythm and sound of her heartbeat. The feel of her soft puffs of breath against his chest. He loved all of it.
“You know it’s not human, right? That skill.” He went for it. Threw it out there and waited for her whole body to tense. Waited for her to struggle against his hold and flee the bed in terror.
But she didn’t.
There was no tension.
No pulling away.
“I know.”
The quiet answer made his heart race and his stomach coil. What did she know? Had the women told her something? What had she seen during the fight? Would she still leave him when she knew everything?
Her fingers traced along his abdomen, lazily drifting toward the tip of his very erect shaft. “Everyone out here is something. Aren’t they?”
“Most.” The word came out of his throat like a bullfrog had lodged itself in the back of his mouth. He bore down on his panic. He didn’t want to lose her, but he couldn’t keep his secrets any longer.
“You and Col and Naomi all have this nifty heat trick, and you all dress like it’s summer in Texas when it’s winter in Alaska. I heard Naomi’s voice change into a roar when those wolves attacked. And then I heard the same roar from an animal that could only be described as a dragon or a dinosaur. I only saw it for a brief moment … but it was her, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Naomi is a dragon. And Col.”
“And you,” she said, her tone breathless and unsure. Her heart raced in her chest, but she still wasn’t pulling away. Not yet. “The conspiracy theories about the portals that appeared around the world are true?”
“Yes.” Words wouldn’t come out. How much should he explain? How much did she know or had she already seen? He wanted to tell her everything, but what if it was too much? What if he still managed to scare her away?
Sheknewhe was a dragon. Butknowingandseeingwere still different things.
“Are some of you prehistoric-looking lions?” She snuggled closer, and her hands drifted even closer to his cock.
Her behavior calmed some of his worry. Surely, if she was scared, she wouldn’t keep her hands on him. She wouldn’t want to touch someone she considered a monster.
His dragon purred softly, encouraging her to explore further.
A soft laugh came from the woman in his arms.
“You’re humming again.” She grabbed his cock and wrapped her small fingers around the girth and stroked.
Wrath groaned and fought the urge to come right then and there like an unpracticed teenage boy. Her hands were like heaven. “Rylee.Shuarra.”
Her breath caught at his voice, and her hand tightened. She slid her hand up and down. Then she added her other hand. She paused and rubbed her thumb over the tip. She had all the power, and he was along for the ride. And what an amazing ride it was turning out to be.
“Are there lions?”
“Yes, there are lions. You know I would tell you all of this even if you weren’t stroking my cock.”
