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Dragon Actually. G.A. Aiken
Читать онлайн.Название Dragon Actually
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isbn 9781420144796
Автор произведения G.A. Aiken
Жанр Остросюжетные любовные романы
Серия Dragon Kin
Издательство Ingram
She pushed against his shoulders, while pulling her body out of his arms. She forced herself away and the two stood staring at each other, both gasping for breath. Her nipples were painfully hard now as, she guessed, was the erection desperately trying to push its way through the knight’s chainmail leggings.
“Now. As you promised. Go.”
“Are you sure?” He took a step toward her and she jumped back.
“You keep asking me that.” There was that desperation again.
The knight grinned. “I keep hoping you’ll give me a different answer.”
“I won’t. Now go!”
He nodded and took a deep breath. “As I promised.”
He walked off. Once Annwyl knew that he truly was gone, she walked back to the stream and sat in the middle of it, letting the cold water rush past her. After a few minutes, she stuck her head in as well.
Fearghus dived into his lake. Still human, but so was the raging erection he had at the moment. The girl insisted on making him insane. Whether she admitted it or not, her body definitely called to him. Loudly. And what, exactly, did he think he was doing? Why the hell did he kiss her? A human, he reminded himself desperately. Just a human. Just a gorgeous, big-breasted human.
He gritted his teeth. He really didn’t know how much more he could stand. But he had to fight it. He had to resist her. Simply for his own state of mind.
When Fearghus pulled himself out of the water he’d returned to his dragon form once more. He shook the wetness from his body and wings and settled down for a few minutes to get control of his impulse. His impulse to go back outside and find Annwyl. To find her and to fuck her.
“Dragon!”
Annwyl’s voice rang through his lair, causing his whole body to clench.
“Damn.” He covered his eyes with his claw. The woman would be the death of him.
“Dragon!”
Annwyl went deeper into the cavern than she ever had before. She couldn’t find Morfyd, and she wanted to see Fearghus. Now. “Dragon!”
“Here.” She heard his deep, rich voice and followed. She found him stretched out beside an underground lake, his tail swirling through the water. “What’s wrong?”
“Your friend needs to go.”
“Not again. What did he do now?”
She climbed up onto a boulder and looked the dragon in the eye. “He’s very…disconcerting.”
“Disconcerting? I didn’t know that was a flaw.”
“It can be.”
“I don’t understand why he makes you so nervous and I don’t. I can turn you into a fireball.”
So can he.
“Well, you’re very sweet. And charming.”
“They call me Fearghus the Destroyer.”
She dismissed that with a wave of her hand. “And they call me Annwyl the Bloody. I’m not impressed.”
“You’re a very strange girl, Annwyl.”
“You get raised by my family and see how you turn out.” She clenched her fists in frustration. She’d never been so frustrated before in her life. All over some man.
“I think it would be a mistake to send him away. He’s preparing you to fight Lorcan. Eventually you will have to face your brother and kill him.” He sounded as if he’d grown weary of reminding her of that fact. But, once again, she blamed the knight. She should tell the dragon to toss a fireball at him.
“I know.”
“Unless there is another reason you want me to send him away?”
Annwyl thought carefully on her answer. Tell the dragon that every time she was around the man her body cried out for him? Tell him that every time their swords clashed she became wet with desire? That she continually wondered what he would look like naked and on top of her? Did she admit that to the dragon?
“No.” She shook her head. “No other reason.” She sighed. “Just…”
“Just what?”
Why can’t he be more like you? “Nothing.”
She looked down at the lake, the water a beautiful clear blue with an active spring constantly replenishing it. She motioned to it. “Do you mind?”
“Uh…uh…no.” He adjusted his large body. “Would you like me to leave?”
“Why?” She slid down the boulder and went to the water’s edge. “You’ve seen me naked before.” She dropped her sheathed sword to the ground. “Unless human bodies repulse you?”
“What? No! Just do whatever you must.”
She shrugged, quickly undressed, and dived into the water.
He understood now. The gods were testing him. Clearly that must be the only reason this woman now floated naked and face up in his lake, completely oblivious to his presence. The gods had a cruel sense of humor.
“Dragon?” He realized she’d been speaking to him for quite awhile. But he couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. They were amazing.
“What?”
“I said, ‘How do you know him?’”
He tore his eyes away from her chest. “Who?”
She frowned. “Am I annoying you, Lord Dragon?”
Annoying wasn’t the word he’d use. “No. Why?”
With a shrug, “Just wondering. You seem a little tense.”
You have no idea….
She caught the end of his tail with both hands. Her fingers were long and strong, and he could easily imagine those hands stroking him to climax.
No. I shouldn’t have gone down that road.
“The tip of your tail is sharp as a blade and the entire length of it muscle. Do you ever use it as a weapon?”
He cleared his throat. Anything to distract himself from her magical hands. “I have.”
“Fascinating.”
It really didn’t help that she insisted on touching him all the time. He never had a human come near him as dragon, much less constantly explore almost every inch of him. He grunted. She was trying to kill him.
Why the hell had he involved himself in the Sibling War anyway? He should have just kept sleeping.
“What is it exactly that bothers you about him?”
“Everything.” She glanced down at the water. “How deep is this?”
“I can get my entire body into it. And ‘everything’ seems like a lot.”
“He’s smug.” She gripped his tail between both her arms and held on tight. “Lift me.”
“Are you insane? And I am smug.”
“Yes. But he’s irritatingly smug.” She still clung to his tail. “Please,” she begged with a smile.
With a dramatic sigh, Fearghus lifted his tail, the girl going with it. She squealed and laughed, warming his heart.
“Now what?” he asked her as she hung there, frighteningly far up from the lake.
“Now? I let go.” And she did. He watched her crash