Page 21 of Under the Dragon's Spell
"You feel it, don't you?"
I made myself nod, but the action required quite a bit of effort on my part.
"Remarkable," he said. "You see, I can make most people dance and they never know what's happening to them."It didn't sound like that was something he was proud of, but not like something he was ashamed of either. Just like he was stating a simple truth. I believed him immediately. If dragon magic felt like this to everyone it was used on, there'd be books upon books written about it.
He leaned in a little, came close enough that our foreheads were inches away from touching. Had he wanted to kiss me, he could have done so in a heart beat—and without protest from me. Right this moment, he could have done whatever he wanted. I understood suddenly why his mother didn't want us in a room by ourselves.
And still I didn't want him to leave.
"Not all dragons can do this," he explained, and while he did, I felt his words on my skin. "Most males can't. I'm an exception. Probably because my mother is so powerful. You do not want to get on her bad side. Of course, you're an exception, too." He touched my face, caressed my cheek with his thumb. "I had no particular interest in procreation until I met you, but I wonder how powerful our offspring would be."
He backed away a little, and I could breathe again.
"Because I'm aware of magic?" I asked.
"You're not only aware of it, you can resist it to some point. I've never seen another human do that."
I tilted my head, processing his words. How could I be so special? So far, I'd thought my only special feature was my well-shaped ass. Tyrel was giving me much to think about tonight. Which was difficult when most of my blood had accumulated in my groin rather than my brain. Damn, but I wanted him to fuck me. I'd heard dragons were well endowed, and I wanted to know if that was true.
Calm down, Adrian.
Think.
But thinking didn't get any easier when Tyrel rested one hand on my leg and then slowly trailed it up, almost but not quite reaching the bulge in my pants. God, my erection wassuper visible through my jammies. Tyrel didn't say a word about it, just looked at me quietly as if planning his next move.
Just fucking touch me.
Tyrel smiled.
Damn, did dragons really have mind-reading powers?
I stopped worrying about that when Tyrel's hand groped me through the fabric of my pants. A surprised noise escaped my throat, but I didn't tell him to stop.
"I should warn you," he said. "You make me want to do things I shouldn't."
"Do them," I pressed out. Because he made me want things I shouldn't want.
A faint smile appeared on his lips. And then he let go and I just kept myself from groaning. "Not tonight," he said. "But if you decide not to quit…" He leaned in again, rested his forehead against mine, brushed our lips together for the briefest of moments. "I promise I'll do things to you you'll never forget. I'll leave marks on you that'll never fade, and you'll love every single one of them for reminding you of the most intense night of your life."
I shivered as he drew away and left the room, leaving only his promises behind. It wasn't even funny how badly I wanted all he'd said to happen.
I let myself fall back on the bed, touching my lips, thinking of him.
I was screwed.
Soscrewed.
9
TYREL
I'd fucked a good number of humans in my life. Short ones, tall ones, pretty ones, hot ones. They were easy prey. All of them. And yet, I'd never fucked someone like Adrian. He was pretty, yes, but not pretty in the way other humans were. His eyes seemed brighter somehow, and the pull of attraction drawing me to him was unlike anything I'd experienced on my exploration of the human bar scene. Of course, there was the fact that he could resist my magic, which made him infinitely interesting, but that wasn't all of it.
It had been one of the most difficult things I'd ever done to walk out of that room without fucking him first. I'd wanted to pin him down and ravage him until he couldn't think straight, until he couldn't even remember that he'd tried to resist me, even for a second. At the same time, I wanted to break through his resistance and have him surrender of his own free will. I couldn't decide which I wanted more.
But I definitely wanted him.
I was sure not even my mother had foreseen a turn of events like this when she'd plotted this silly casting.
