Page 58 of The Dragon With A Girl Tattoo
She blinked at him a couple of times.“Er ...I’m not going to say I’m surprised by you wanting to get down and funky, because to be honest, it sounds really good right about now, especially with you lying there being Chesty McChesterton, but I didn’t actually invite you to join me in bed to have sex.”
He pursed his lips, and waited.
Her gaze crawled over his chest and arms, ensuring that his rod was now harder than marble.
“Fine.I admit that I invited you to join me hoping that you’d get bossy on me, and we could have sex without me admitting that I want to jump a man I met this morning, and that’s wrong.I just ...”She made an abortive gesture.“I guess I feel a bit shy about doing this, because we don’t know each other well.”
“I knew Amice for seven years before she agreed to be my mate,” he said, wondering what was harder than marble.Steel?“That did not help, although I recognize you are not she.Also, my rod has now attained steel level, so if you desire me to pleasure you, I will happily do so.”
“Steel level?”she asked, obviously fighting a smile.She glanced at the bulge beneath the duvet.“Er ...would you mind if I looked?”
“You are welcome to look and touch whatever you like,” he said, mindful of a book his youngest brother’s mate had given him about modern-day females.“Will you grant me the same?”
She paused in midreach for the duvet, apparently thinking about that for a half minute.“Yes, I will,” she said, nodding decisively before bursting into laughter.“Holy cats, Yrian.We sound like two attorneys negotiating a contract or something.Yes, yes, I’d like you to touch me, but only after I get to touch you first.”
He flung the duvet off himself and lay on his back, gesturing toward his rod.“Have at it.”
She laughed even harder, but knelt next to him, one hand on his thigh as she wiped tears with the other.“One of the things I like the most about you is your sense of humor.It’s subtle, what the British call dry, but it tickles my fancy.”
“I wish to make a risqué comment about tickling more than your fancy, but I can’t think when you are so close to my rod.”
“Yeah?Then I bet this is going to make you go gaga,” she said, and leaned over his groin.He stopped her before she could do more than take his rod in her hand, although admittedly, it took him a few moments to uncross his eyes at her touch.
“I wish to bed you, but notthisyou,” he said, hoping she wouldn’t be offended, but knowing that if he wanted a future with her—and he was starting to understand that was going to be a necessity rather than an option—then he wanted to do it right.
She hesitated, her fingers wrapped around the base of his rod, glancing down at herself.“Oh.The glamour?”
He nodded.“I prefer you in your natural form.”
The glamour dropped, and her face, which had been a warm brown, paled into the freckled countenance that went so well with her hair.“My previous sexual partners always preferred me to keep a glamour on.One pointed out that I was stereotypically redheaded, with fish-belly-white skin, way too many freckles, and ugly pubes, so before you say you prefer me like this, I think you’d better see the whole package.”
“I don’t need to.I don’t care about what you look like.I just want to see the real you,” he said, wondering what a pube was.“Also, I don’t know where you store your pube, but I doubt it is ugly.Everything about you is delightful.Enticing.Tempting.”
She gave a little laugh.“I would like to say that just earned you a blow job, but I don’t believe in transactional sex, so instead I will simply thank you for the compliment, and add that ‘pubes’ means pubic hair.I prune, so mine isn’t too unsightly, but still.Shall I continue on my exploration?”
“Please,” he said again, fighting to keep the hand nearest her leg from sliding up it.He wanted to give her the time to get comfortable with his human form, since it was evident by the fact that she stared at his chest for a good three minutes she would need time to get used to him.
“Right.Let’s take our time, shall we?”she said, sliding his legs apart as she knelt between his feet.“There’s so much delicious Yrian to explore, it would be a shame to rush.Your feet are nice.Not weird, or too hairy, or even too wimpy.I don’t like men with wimpy calves and feet, but yours are well formed.”
He looked down at his feet.“They are feet.They do what I want them to do.”
“Yes, but there’s a difference between nice and creepy.Your knees are cute.I like them, too, but holy crap, Yrian, your thighs!They’re all hard lines, with great vast sweeping planes of taut flesh.And the muscles!I just want to stroke the long lines of your muscles.Truly, they are the thighs of a god!”
“Demigod,” he corrected, taking a quick look at his thighs.They looked as they ever did.“I’m glad you like them, although Amice never commented on them.She said she found me pleasing to the eye, but never had she remarked about my body except for the times I returned from battle infested with lice and fleas.Then she had a great deal to say, but most of it was a demand to take myself to the bathhouse before I sullied the solar or bedchamber.”
Becket had stopped stroking her hands up his legs as he spoke, a curious expression frozen on her face.“OK, putting a pin in the topic of your ex for later discussion ...are you saying thatyouare a demigod?I know your dad is, but I thought you were just his kid.”
“He is a demigod, yes, as is my mother.”
Her jaw sagged a little for a few seconds.“So ...you’re a god, too?An actual god?Like your dad?”
“No, he is the First Dragon.He created the race of dragonkin.I aided him with the kin once I was past the chaos stage that came from my mother’s bloodline.Do I get to touch you now?”
She put her hands on his knees as she sat back on her heels, obviously struggling with something related to his birth.He didn’t understand why she was so confused, but wanted her comfortable with who he was.“It’s still my turn.But ...you can do the same things your father can do, like zap in and out of places?”
“No, I do not have his power or his abilities.We are different people, Becket,” he said.“I am as I am.He is the First Dragon.Tenite is a fire fury.Neither gave their specific abilities to Kashi and me, although Tenite kept Kashi at her side because he favors her, whereas I am more like the First Dragon.”
“I know that you’re not him, but it’s just ...you’re a freakin’ god, Yrian!You have to admit that’s pretty amazing.”Her eyes positively sparkled at him.He loved her eyes, loved the clear topaz blue of them, but most of all, he loved the direct manner in which she met his gaze.He never did well with people who toadied around him, which was why he enjoyed the company of both his youngest brother and his mate.Ysolde was not in the least bit impressed by him, a fact that greatly amused him.
