Page 26 of Rhadan

“Do we have to?” her tone was sultry and a little disturbing.

Rhadan tensed beside her. “Tempest? Do you feel the need to do as I ask?”

Of course, he feared her immunity was wearing off. “No. I don’t need to do as you ask. I just like spending time with you. Maybe we could fly some more before we return.” Her hand slipped around his waist, and he groaned as she pressed closer to him.

“You have no idea what you are doing to me,” he whispered on the edge of a growl.

She felt the bulge between his legs, and she had a pretty good idea. Connected to his mind, she also knew he had no intentions of acting on it. Not for another year. What would she need to do to change his mind? “I might.”

He groaned before his lips touched hers. The colors receded as if he was too aroused to focus on their connection. She didn’t mind. The darkness made the sensations coursing through her body stronger. A kaleidoscope of erotic emotions was even better than a rainbow.

His lips were feather-light and soft like butterfly wings. She had no idea a man could be so sensual. She should have paid more attention to her friends when they described their mates. Were all dragons like this?

“I would warn you to stop thinking of other dragons while I kiss you.”

Overprotective and jealous. Mara had warned about those dragon qualities. “I wasn’t thinking of other men. I was just curious. My interactions with men have been limited. If you hold my thoughts against me, then I will do the same to you.”

“There is nothing you can think of that will...”

She didn’t know exactly what she looked like naked, so she sent him an impression of her exploring her body. Texture was everything when you were blind, and she had very soft skin.

“Tempest!” Rhadan growled.

“You were saying,” she said sweetly.

“That you are a druid witch,” he said, but his words held a teasing note and maybe a little wonder.

Rhadan grabbed her hand, and the room reformed around her. He led her to the center of the room before he stopped and looked around.

“What is it?” she asked, as his dragon senses surveyed the room.

“Someone is coming. I disabled the wards and that must have tripped some kind of alert. We are about to have company. I need you to hide.” He led her to a small office, and she crouched down inside. He retained his connection to her so she could see what was transpiring.

The warehouse door slammed open before an attractive, muscular man entered the warehouse. “Rhadan. It’s been years. Why have you come here?”

“Gargo. I hadn’t realized you were still alive. You left the caves in Scotland over a thousand years ago.”

“Yes. I have been working with the mage for a long time. I helped him find his... acolytes.”

“You mean the innocent humans he used to prolong his life?” Rhadan hissed.

“They were not innocent. They all craved power. He groomed them and they all went willingly to their deaths,” Gargo hissed.

“Did they?” Rhadan’s voice pitched low, and she heard the compulsion in it.

Gargo laughed. “They didn’t know they would die. Allorin only tells them about the everlasting life part. He just forgets to mention it’s his everlasting life, not theirs.”

“You do not wish to fight me, Gargo. You wish to step aside so I can pass.”

Gargo growled. “Allorin used a spell to block your power. You corrupted Marken. Allorin was forced to put him down.”

“I would like to tell you I am sorry for your loss, but we both know you couldn’t care less if a fellow dark died.”

Gargo shrugged. “True. Why are you here? There are no dragon artifacts here.”

“True, but I retrieved a druid bowl. It has no magical value, but I wish to give it as a gift. I would prefer to pay you, but we both know you would rather fight.”

Gargo chuckled. “You are right. I rarely get to fight, and I am enjoying the spell the mage imbued me with.”

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