Page 25 of Claimed by the Savage Dragons
He kneels next to me. ‘Don’t move.’
His hand snakes down between my legs and I feel a long, lone finger entering me. He closes his eyes, and I feel a warmth emanating from him.
I sigh as the pain melts away. He removes his finger a second later, streaked with blood, and without hesitation, he puts it between his lips and sucks on it.
My mouth falls open and I move back. Feeling vulnerable, I close my legs and try to hide my nakedness.
‘Should I...’
Something beeps in the room, and I see a red light blinking on the wall by the door.
‘What is it?’
‘Proximity alarm.’
‘What’s that?’
‘It means someone’s here.’
‘Who?’
‘Another dragon.’
Panic envelopes me and I realize how much I’ve been trusting this one when the prospect of another has me dizzy and terrified beyond reason.
‘Stay here,’ he instructs, throwing on his pants.
He leaves me there in the dim light, shivering from fear. At least that’s what I tell myself. It couldn’t possibly be from the things he did. No, it’s just the alarm and the fact that there’s another of his kind here. He’s told me what I can expect from them.
I stare after him for a moment. He was almost kind a minute ago. He did it quickly, pleasurably. He didn’t even take any for himself. He healed me.With his finger.
I mean whatwasthat? Magic?
I’ve heard some pretty weird tales in my time. Like there used to be metal birds that humans rode inside across land andseas and that we used to live in huge cities before the Fall. But I’ve never heard of magic outside of a fairy tale.
I snort. This sure as shit isn’t one of those.
I sit and wait for what I think is probably a few minutes. I sit on the edge of the pool, staring into its inky depths. I try not to let my mind play tricks on me, but when I start seeing shadows moving under the water in my periphery, I allow myself to slowly move back. I pretend I’m not scared just in case they’re real, but I don’t want to be anywhere near the water without Tor. I stand on legs that are a bit shaky from the way he... I shake my head, banishing the memory. I don’t hurt anywhere, but I do feel kind of weak in my muscles, like my knees could give way at any moment.
I put on the clothes I‘d left on the chair nearby, grimacing at the way they catch on my wet skin. But I drag the pants over my legs and wring out my hair before I put on the large sweater, making the best of it. I’m definitely not going up there naked if there’s another dragon here.
I slink from the pool room and along the corridor Tor brought me down, my bare feet padding down the oddly warm concrete floor. The long, straight corridor is dark, and the only light comes through the edges of the slightly open door at the end. I make for it slowly and a bit shakily, edging along the smooth wall as if I think I’d somehow be able to hide behind it. But no one comes.
I wonder why this other dragon has come as I arrive at the bottom of the stairs. I start up them and think back to Tor’s reaction, or lack thereof. He didn’t seem surprised, more annoyed, which I take a weird comfort in. If there was danger, he’d have told me to hide, or something, right? He said on the phone that he’d keep me safe.
Finding myself at the top of the stairs, I stop and listen. There’s no sound. I shuffle to the door that’s been left ajarand peer through the crack expecting to see the room beyond. Instead, there’s a pair of gleaming eyes looking through at me!
I jump back with a small cry as the door is thrown open and I turn to run back down the stairs. A large, but decidedly human hand grabs me, whirling me back around to face him.
He’s as tall as Tor. All he’s wearing are a pair of low-slung black pants. His broad, muscled chest is bare. His feet are too. I gaze up into his face. Blue eyes. Short dark hair. Full lips. Stubble along his square jaw.
Are all of them this hot?
I push the traitorous thought away ruthlessly. I have no business thinking things like that. These creatures are dangerous, not beautiful!
‘Well, well, well,’ he practically purrs in a low, deep voice, a small smile playing on his lips. ‘No wonder he didn’t return with the youngster.’
He adjusts his grip on me, taking me by my hair almost carefully and urging me away from him. I think he’s going to let me go and I prepare to run, but instead his eyes travel down my bodyappreciatively.
