Page 65 of Dance for the Dragon
Forever, he wanted to say. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
Little lines appeared between her brows. “And what about you?”
“Me?”
“Who will you be with?”
For a second, he was completely fucking confused, but then it came to him. She wanted to know if he would be faithful to her. “Dev, I haven’t been with anyone since I met you that night upstairs. Not for sex, or to feed. And it would stay that way.”
“So, basically, you would depend on me for everything.”
“Yes.”
“And why would you want to put yourself in that position?” A smile teased the corners of her mouth.
“Because I want you,” he told her in all seriousness. “I think you’re smart, and beautiful, and way too fucking good for me. But all I want right now is to be near you. All the time. Every damn day. I listen for the sound of your voice everywhere I go. The littlest things remind me of your scent. I want to sleep beside you. I want to have deep conversations with you about God and souls, and silly ones about the latest show you and Frank are binge watching. I want to hear you laugh, and figure out what makes you tick. I want to build that house, and watch you lay out by the lake, soaking up the warmth of the sun. And at night, I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. I want to share my life with you.” He paused to draw a breath.
“Kohl?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you still talking? I’m dying here and you’re blathering on and on….”
Laughter rumbled in his throat.
Devon rubbed his beard with her fingertips and then laid her palm against the side of his face. “I want to be with you, Kohl. I want all of that stuff you just said.”
Turning his face, he kissed the center of her palm. “Are you sure? This life isn’t what you’re used to.”
“So, you’ll teach me how to mix drinks,” she said.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Kohl. I want you. I want to be with you.” Her hand slid down the front of his shirt until it rested over his heart. “But what about the other side of you? What does he think about all of this?”
“He’s already laid his claim, it seems.” With his thumb, he skimmed the outer edges of her burn.
She frowned up at him. “The burn? Are you serious? I thought it was an accident.”
Kohl nodded. “It’s how dragons mark their mates, from what I’ve been told.”
“Then why are we even discussing this? Pour me a drink.”
He only hesitated a brief second before he lifted his wrist to his mouth and bit through the skin until he tasted blood, then he lifted her head with his other hand and held it to her mouth.
Unlike him, Devon didn’t hesitate at all. The moment she tasted his blood, she groaned with pleasure and settled in to drink. When the wound began to heal itself, she wrapped her hands around his arms and bit down hard, her eyes flashing up to his when he grunted. But she didn’t stop.
His upper lip lifted, exposing his fangs as her pleasure roared through him.
Her bites began to heal. Slowly, at first. And then all at once. He allowed her to drink until not a trace of the wounds remained. Shifting his hips away from her leg, he studied her burn. The blistered and damaged skin was now a bright pink. Over time, it would dull, but the scar would remain.
The mood in the room suddenly shifted, and Kohl’s head snapped up. Her eyes, so dull and lifeless just a few moments ago, burned with golden fire. Strength filled her hands where they clenched around his arm, holding his wrist to her mouth. She began to move restlessly on the bed, rubbing her thighs together and arching her back.
Kohl pulled his wrist away despite her sounds of protest and licked the bite clean. Fire raged through his blood and his dick was so hard it felt like it was about to explode. He needed to touch her. He needed to be inside of her.
Rising from the bed, he quickly shed his clothing. Devon tried to follow his lead, but he moved so fast she barely had a chance to sit up before he was helping her. With mixed feelings of relief and impatience, he saw she still wore her underthings. Kohl made quick work of them, practically tearing the strips of lace and cotton from her body.
His mouth came down hard on hers. He tasted the blood on her lips—his blood—and he growled with hunger as he pressed her down upon the mattress. Devon lifted her hips to meet him, fingers clawing at his back, making those little sounds he loved so much.
