About a Dragon (Dragon Kin #2)(20)
Author: G.A. Aiken

“Getting you used to the way things are going to be for awhile.”

“What do you—” She gasped when, still brutally hard, he began f**king her again. Long, slow strokes now he could take his time.

Stunned, she said, “How did you…how can you…”

Briec leaned in and whispered softly in her ear, “Remember, sweet Talaith? Not human.”

Her own body now matching him thrust for thrust, she moaned back, “Clearly.”

Chapter Ten

It was the long tongue on the back of her knee that woke her up. Forcing her eyes open, she looked over her shoulder to see Briec, nak*d and beautiful, stretched across the enormous bed. His big arms placed on either side of her legs, holding his body over her as he leaned forward and again licked the back of her knee, reveling in it as if someone had spread the finest honey on her skin.

“What are you doing?”

“Waking you up.” His voice sounded raw and husky from sleep and sex. She liked it.

Nipping the sensitive flesh, he grinned. “See? You’re awake now.”

“How long did I sleep?”

“Too long.”

It didn’t feel like too long.

When he’d finally exhausted her in the hot springs, he’d picked her up and carried her back to her bed. After quickly drying her off, he’d set her down and got in behind her, muttering something like, “It’s about time you let me in this bed.” Too tired to ask what the hell he meant, and enjoying the feel of his strong arm around her as he drifted to sleep, she instead buried her head in the pillow and quickly dropped off.

Now here he was, dragging that gorgeous body up and over hers, his warm, wet tongue leading the way.

“You taste good.”

“Coming from a dragon, that compliment can be a little scary.”

He nipped one butt cheek, then the other. “Be nice, woman.”

She didn’t want to be nice. She wanted to play. Especially since she never had before. At least not in bed. “Why should I be nice?” she teased. “You’re not nice.” And my, but she did enjoy that about him.

He kissed her lower back, right at the base of her spine, then licked at it. “I don’t know how,” he murmured against her warm flesh.

“Perhaps I can show you how easy it is to be nice.”

Slowly his eyes lifted to look at her face. “Oh, I think I’d like that,” he breathed out huskily.

She pulled from his grasp, raising herself on her knees while he leaned back, his hands flat on the bed, propping him up.

Turning, she moved to his side and placed her hand on his chest. She stroked the hard, smooth skin and marveled at how her merest touch caused ripples across his body. And that was only with her hand.

Leaning forward, she used the tip of her tongue to tickle one nipple. He let out a harsh gasp, followed by a moan when she suckled him into her mouth. She slid her mouth to the other side and did the same. He shuddered and moaned again, making Talaith smile.

Who knew she had this kind of power?

Talaith dragged her hand down his chest and her lips and tongue followed. Before she even reached his straining erection, he’d lifted his h*ps as if expecting her to take him in her mouth. Her arrogant dragon.

Instead, she licked it from base to tip and back again. Then she followed the pulsating veins, avoiding the head except to occasionally tickle it with her nose.

“Talaith,” he groaned.

“Aye?” Her tongue slithered up the underside of his shaft.

“Don’t torture me, woman.”

“Torture you? Me? The weak human torturing a dragon of such awesome power and intellect?”

He grinned at her teasing. “Yes, evil witch. You’re torturing me. At least have the decency to admit it.”

“I’ll admit nothing.”

“So I noticed,” he muttered while he watched her every move.

She ignored his comment, unwilling to ruin the good mood with the reality of her situation. She had no idea how long before the goddess came for her, and she didn’t want to waste a second thinking about anything but him and how he made her feel.

Talaith wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, marveling at its length and width while enjoying the taste of it, of him. She licked fluid off the tip, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue, forcing another broken moan from him.

His hand slid into her hair, massaging the back of her head with his long fingers. “Talaith…”

“Mhmm?”

He growled and she fought her desire to laugh.

“Stop teasing me, wench. You’re being heartless.”

“I find using the word ‘please’ quite effective at these moments.” She nipped the base and his body jerked in response. “Begging would be even better.”

When he didn’t answer, she glanced up to find him gazing off, frowning.

Leaning back a bit, she stared at him. “Gods, you’ve never said please, have you?”

“I’m thinking.” He was silent for a few more seconds, then… “No. I never have.” He looked down at her, one eyebrow raised. “And I don’t plan to start now.”

Anyone else—king or peasant, husband or child—she’d feel insulted. Yet she wasn’t because she knew he wasn’t being cruel or cold-hearted. Just a dragon who never had to say “please” and “sorry” before. And if she thought for one moment she would end up spending the rest of her life with him, she’d have some real concerns.

Since that wouldn’t happen, as he’d reminded her the day before, she wouldn’t worry.

“That’s a real shame, dragon.” She ran her tongue across the tip, blew on the wetness she left behind. “Because without it…” Her open mouth hovered over his shaft for several seconds and she heard him swallow in desperation, anticipating her sucking him into his next life. Instead of doing that, she snapped her mouth shut. “I can’t help you.”

“You evil—”

“Ah, ah, ah. You be nice.”

Snarling, his hand still tangled in her hair, he pulled her close then pushed her onto her back. He lay across her, his mouth claiming hers.

Wicked, wicked thoughts flowed through her brain while Briec’s hands moved across her body, his tongue thrusting against hers.

She moaned and writhed under him, and he pulled back just enough to say, “We both know I can make you beg long before me, sweet Talaith.”

“My, my, we are…” she arched into his body as one of his hands slid between her thighs, “…sure of ourselves.”

“It’s a gift.”

“A gift for you. A curse for the rest of us.”

He smiled as he teased her hard nipple with his tongue. Digging her hands into his hair, she silently urged him to take it into his mouth, but he only chuckled, opting to blow on it instead.

Bastard.

Before she could tell him that sentiment out loud, a movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head and Gwenvael, in dragon form, his hair soaked as if he’d been outside in the rain again, lay there. His head rested in the palm of his claw and when she looked at him he bared his fangs—a dragon smile.

She squealed so loud, Briec’s whole body jumped. Then, using the buried strength of her people, she shoved the big male off her, scrambling away from him so fast she toppled right off the bed and onto the hard ground. Thankfully out of Gwenvael’s view.

She grabbed one of the furs piled on the floor and wrapped it around her body, making sure to cover her head completely.

* * *

Éibhear, so deeply absorbed in the third volume on his grandfather’s life when a very young dragon—Darkness’ Bones, that dragon was a slag—he didn’t realize Gwenvael had left the room until he returned with an extremely calm Briec. A little too calm, in fact.

Naked, with an erection that could knock down the walls of the Dragon Queen’s mountain home, Briec didn’t even look at Éibhear as he turned to face his silver-haired brother. “Shift. Now.”

Uh-oh. Éibhear closed his book. It was a rare moment when a dragon asked another dragon to shift to human, but apparently Briec didn’t want to shift back to dragon.

Gwenvael rolled his eyes but chanted the ancient spell, which quickly shifted him to human form.

“Before you say anything, brother, I wasn’t there long.”

Briec didn’t respond. He simply stared at Gwenvael who seemed hell-bent on ignoring that which was right in front of him. Like Briec’s simmering rage.

“I mean, I could see your little Talaith has a way with her tongue.”

Éibhear closed his eyes briefly and wondered exactly how such a brilliant dragon could be such an utter idiot at the most dangerous times.

“And a strong, firm grip with that hand of hers.”

So intent on amusing himself, Gwenvael didn’t even see Briec’s hands lower to his sides. Or see he’d closed his eyes and begun chanting softly.

“Although I always thought of you as the kind to literally force a woman’s head onto that rather healthy-sized c*ck you’ve got there.”

Powerful ancient Magicks flowed between Briec’s hands as Gwenvael kept right on talking.

“But to each his own, I guess. Oh, and by the way, brother, she has an amazing body. All lush and curvy. Personally, I could lose hours in that sweet…aaaaarrrggghhhhhhh!”

Gwenvael slammed into the cave wall with such force, Éibhear was sure he heard something break. Although he doubted it was that ridiculously hard head of his.

Briec hadn’t even moved from his spot. Although not nearly as powerful as the Queen or Morfyd, Briec had trained with dragon wizards in his early days. Interested in Magick, but not enough to stray from his path of Dragonwarrior, he had developed some powerful Magick skills.

Clearly, Gwenvael failed to remember that.

Éibhear stared at Gwenvael’s prone body, sparks of Magick still coming off him.

“When he wakes up,” Briec said, “and that won’t be for quite awhile, tell him to stay away from me.”

“Aye.” Éibhear decided against saying much else.

With a nod, Briec walked back toward where he’d no doubt left Talaith. Sparing his unconscious older brother one more glance, Éibhear shrugged and returned to his book.

* * *

Briec walked back into the chamber, his rage still singing through his veins. What he didn’t expect to find…Talaith trying to leave wearing only a fur covering.

“Where are you going?”

“Outside.”

“Outside?”

“Yes. I’m hoping there’s still a storm. I’ll run in the rain, nak*d, and hopefully catch my death. Or, if I’m truly lucky, lightning will strike me dead.”

“Why would you…I don’t under…” Briec rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. His c*ck hurt from its need to come and she was babbling. Damn woman. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t expect me to live with this embarrassment, do you?”

“Embarrassment about what?”

She took a step back, her face a riot of confusion. “About your brother watching us.”