Page 44 of Dance for the Dragon
Desperation colored his words. “We can’t, honey. I’m barely hanging on by a thread, now.”
With a deep breath for courage, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, the fine hairs of his beard and mustache soft against her lips. “I want to try.”
“Devon—”
She could hear the raw need in his voice. He wanted her. And she wanted him. But more importantly, she trusted him. Even if he didn’t trust himself. “You won’t hurt me,” she told him with conviction.
“You don’t know that. What if I shift?”
But his hands were already working their way beneath her sweater. When they came in contact with her heated skin, his eyes closed on a moan.
“You won’t.” And at that moment, she’d never been more certain of anything in her life.
He wasn’t so easily convinced. “How do you know that? I don’t know that.”
“I just know. Kohl, the dragon is a part of you. You may not remember much when you shift, but he—you—you were gentle, and protective. You saved me. You won’t hurt me. You won’t shift.” Grabbing the bottom of her damp sweater, she pulled it up and off, tossing it to the floor. Then she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. His palms were hot through the thin cotton of her bra. He ran the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, and they strained toward him.
“Kohl, please. I want you to touch me. I want to be with you. I want you inside of me. I want everything with you.” She braced for his rejection, knowing it would shatter her when it came. But she needed him to know how she felt. She didn’t want him to have any guilty feelings about what was happening.
His chest rose and fell with quick, hard breaths. He glanced up at her once, then slid his fingers beneath the top of her bra on either side.
With a quick, hard tug, he ripped it in half, exposing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze. He stared for so long, her face began to burn. But then one trembling hand covered her breast and squeezed, hefting its weight in his palm.
Eyes filled with wonder rose to meet hers, and Devon gave him a tremulous smile.
She nearly cried out with yearning when he wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his. His kiss was strained, and Devon knew he was holding back. She broke it off to say something, anything that would make him let go, but her thoughts scattered as he kissed his way down to her throat, hovering over the wound he’d fed from.
“Do it,” she hissed.
Kohl struck, sharp fangs piercing easily through her skin. Devon did cry out this time, not from pain, but with relief, holding him to her when he would’ve stopped. “No! Drink, Kohl. Drink from me.”
The little bit of discomfort there was vanished almost instantly, replaced by the primal feel of him pulling on her vein. Pleasure shot through her, intensified by his moans and the friction of her nipples against his chest. Still wearing her leggings, she moved her hips, rubbing herself shamelessly against him as waves of desire rolled through her womb, cresting higher and higher, the pressure building with each drink he took and every roll of her hips until—with a ragged intake of breath—she crashed over the edge.
His arms tightened around her as she came, the pleasure too much for her to contain, holding her as still as he could while he greedily partook of the blood rushing through her veins. As she drifted back to reality, he withdrew his fangs from her throat, licking her wounds closed. He kissed his way across her jaw, taking her mouth with an intensity he never had before. He tasted like dark wine and darker desire, and Devon thrilled to the feeling of being truly possessed.
Before she realized what he was doing—he could move so damn fast—she found herself off his lap and on her feet. With her hands on Kohl’s shoulders, she braced herself as he removed her shoes and leggings, crying out when his tongue and teeth found her. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still as he thrust with his tongue, drinking her release with moans of pleasure until the tension built into a furious storm and she crashed around him again, his hands the only things keeping her upright.
Air rushed past, cooling her heated skin, and she opened her eyes to find herself in the bedroom.
Kohl laid her down on top of the simple, blue bedspread. But instead of joining her, he stood staring down at her in all of his naked glory, the blanket left behind somewhere.
Devon took the opportunity to admire his body, large and muscular, and vibrating with power. Tattoos covered his neck, upper chest, arms and hands. Only his “unscarred” mantra marred his stomach. Her eyes dropped lower, down to his hips and his thick, swollen cock, and a new surge of lust had her rubbing her thighs together helplessly.
A sound of desperation rumbled in his chest and he took himself in his hand, lazily sliding up and down his length. Devon’s hand drifted between her legs as she watched him pleasure himself. When she couldn’t stand it any longer, she tore her eyes away. In his expression, she saw the vampire. But in his eyes, the dragon watched her with a lazy hunger. It didn’t frighten her. It excited her.
“I can hear your blood calling to me,” he told her. His voice was rough, his words thick on his tongue. “That’s never happened before.” Lifting one knee onto the bed, he hesitated, then carefully laid his palm flat on her collarbone before letting it drift lazily down between her breasts.
Devon arched her back, desperate for more of his touch.
“I feel the dragon, Dev. He hears it, too. I don’t know what it’s going to do.” His startled eyes flicked up to hers. “I don’t think I can do this. I couldn’t live with myself if…” He stumbled to a halt, unable to finish.
She didn’t know what else to say to convince him his fears were unfounded. “You won’t hurt me, Kohl. And I’m done talking about this.” She rose to her knees, took his face in her hands, and kissed him, not holding anything back.
Kohl moaned and returned her kiss, careful of his fangs, until she could barely catch her breath. Just as determined to have him as he was to keep her safe, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around him.
His hips jerked forward and he broke off the kiss.
A surge of satisfaction went through Devon. The dragon was wide-awake now.
