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He let go of her shoulder to speak. “This, righthere?”
“Yes, right there!” she gasped, and he began to rub on that spot deep inside. He pushed a second finger in, and the tightness gave way when he kept rubbing on that spot. His hips pushed hard against her ass as he rocked against her from behind. He continued to torture her with his fingers while nibbling on herneck.
“Bite me again, please!” she begged. There was something about the way he did that. She needed more ofit.
He sank his teeth into her shoulder, and she screamed as pleasure ripped through, robbing her of thought and breath. She lay there, feeling the heat of him behind her, wishing she didn’t have to ever leave this bed. Charlotte sighed, the tension in her body seeping out of her, and a small smile curled herlips.
“How do you feel?” The deep rumbling voice snapped her out of her trance. Her body went rigid as she tried to process everything that had just happened. It hadn’t been a dream atall.
Oh my God, what have Idone?
She’d crossed the line and done the one thing she shouldn’t have. She was lying in a hotel bed with a dragon shifter who had just made her climax using only his hand. Overwhelmed by a wave of embarrassment, she rolled away from him and buried her face in herpillow.
Rurik didn’t let her escape that easily. He slid up behind her, bending a muscled arm around her waist. The delicious heat of his body made her relax, but she still couldn’t meet hisgaze.
“Still so shy,” he teased, nuzzling the back of her neck. It felt tender and raw. She lifted her head and brushed her hand over herskin.
“Ouch!” she yelped when she reached a tenderspot.
Rurik gave a gentle rumbling laugh. “My apologies. I got carried away when you begged me to do it. You will be sore for a fewdays.”
A few days? It would be at least aweekbefore she stopped feelingsore.
“Look at me.” He pulled her onto her back and leaned over her. She finally met his gaze. The green of his eyes was now strangely golden, as if the color had been put through afilter.
She reached up to touch his cheek, and a lock of his dark hair fell across his eyes. “Youreyes…”
“What aboutthem?”
“They’re golden-green. I swear, yesterday they were pure green, likejade.”
He shrugged and rolled off her. “It’s a trick of the light,” he answered casually, but Charlotte knew that wasn’t the case. Eye color changes were a magical trait in dragons, along with rapid healing. The wounds from last night were almost healed. The once bleeding raw holes had healed over and looked like pink knotted scars from oldinjuries.
But then she remembered, he’d just been scratched, hadn’t he? But hadn’t she removed the bullets herself? Her mind fought with what she had seen versus what her gut told her was true. Had he planted the idea in herhead?
“How are you feeling?” How could she pretend not to notice that he had healed far too fast from something that would have killed a mortal man? “Have the woundsreopened?”
“Fine,” he answered carefully. “Just a scratch,remember?”
There was something about the way he said “remember.” Hehadplanted the idea in her head. He looked over her head toward the window and grinned. “I see your wish has been granted. Look, snow.” He pointed at the landscape outside, which was full of fluffyflakes.
“You’ll have to thank your brother for me,” Charlotte joked. “But I won’t be able to get to Saint Petersburg to see the Winter Palace. It’s a five-hour train ride.” It had been on her bucket list, but she’d come here for a particular mission, one that she was failing at spectacularly. She shot a guilty glance at the mini-fridge where she’d stored the vials of suppressant and their injectorneedles.
I was too busy freaking out over nearly getting killed and almost having sex with a dragon shifter in the shower. Get it together, MacQueen. You just need an opportunity to take him down, and then you can call the Saint Petersburg team to securehim.
“Why don’t you shower, and I’ll call my jet? We can be in Saint Petersburg in under three hours.” Rurik came over, his shirtless chest level with her eyes. His skin was slightly tan, like he’d spent time in the sun even in the midst of a Russian winter. She tilted her head back, and he traced his fingertips along her throat, making her tremble withdelight.
“Your jet?” she asked, trying to contain her excitement. If he took her to Saint Petersburg, they would be that much closer to the Brotherhood offices. A twinge of renewed guilt dug like a small but sharp knife between her ribs. She smiled up athim.
“It’s one of the perks of my family. The jet is always on call.” He leaned down with a crooked grin and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on her that sent sparks of arousal through her exhaustedbody.
“Okay. I’m in,” she said with asigh.
“Good. You should shower first. I’ll make the call.” He stole one more quick kiss that made her head go fuzzy. She forced herself to climb off the bed and go into thebathroom.
As she stripped out of her clothes, she heard him speak in Russian to someone on the phone. She heard him chuckle, the warm sound making her smile too. She gave herself a littleshake.
What am I doing? I can’t fall for him. He’s the target. I have to get close to bring him down. That’s it.Then it occurred to her that perhaps his affections toward her weren’t genuine, but were brought on by the experimental pheromone she’d put on. Still, it didn’t make her feel that much better about what she was planning todo.
