Dragon Soul (Dragon Falls, #3)

He smiled and instantly, a little pool of fire formed at my feet. I absently tapped it out while changing my posture to be less forthright and more “let me see your nipple nubs.”


“I certainly know which dragonette I’d like surrounding me. Are you, by any chance, here just to apologize, or are you interested in continuing the activities we started last night?”

“Does a dragon breathe fire?” I asked, then thought for a moment. “Wait, they do, don’t they?”

He laughed and knelt at my feet, his hands warm on my bare knees. “I’m told they do, although I haven’t seen it for myself. Sophea, you understand the situation I’m in. I must get that ring.”

“I understand. And although I won’t steal it from Mrs. P or help you steal it, I will do my best to help persuade her that we really need it. Perhaps there’s some other way around the situation that we just haven’t thought of. We can brainstorm the issue tomorrow, okay?”

“Well…” His hands slid up my thighs, sending waves of anticipation rippling upward. “I suppose we deserve an evening off the clock, so to speak. How do you feel about oral sex?”

“I am so go for it right now,” I said, sucking in my breath when his fingers reached ground zero.

“Good. Because I’ve been wondering what you taste like everywhere.”

I shivered at the heat in his eyes and the sensations his fingers made as they danced across my underwear.

“Why don’t we get you out of all this leather, and then I’ll indulge myself, hmm?”

“All right, but I think we should get your undies off as well.” I slid off the bed onto my knees when he stood to shuck his briefs, the material strained to its limits. “Here, let me do it.”

He frowned. “You said you wished for me to pleasure you first.”

“And you will. But I get to do this. Because I’m the dragon chick, remember?”

“Rawr,” he said, mimicking my claw gesture.

“You learn quick.” I caressed the bulging front of his underwear. “Glorioski, that’s… you’re… were you this big before?”

“Sophea,” he said in a strained tone. “Stop tormenting me with your heated looks, and teasing fingers, and for the love of the saints, don’t stroke me! You have no idea how close I am to disappointing you.”

“You could never do that,” I said, but stopped stroking my fingers lovingly across his bulges. “Now, if I ease your undies down just a bit, just enough to give you some breathing room—”

Something stopped me just as I was about to slide his underwear down his hips. I felt something move behind me, but when I glanced over my shoulder, there was nothing to be seen but the other side of Rowan’s cabin.

He stiffened, and stared past me.

“What… did you see something?” I asked him, releasing the waistband of his underwear.

He frowned, his eyes narrowing as he stared at… nothing.

I turned to look, but didn’t see what held his attention… until a movement in the air caught my peripheral vision. Over by the porthole, the air began to shimmer. That’s the best way to describe what happened—it was as if the air was collecting itself, twisting and twirling upon itself, tiny little motes of nothing collecting to form something.

The little motes grew brighter until they gave a little shake, and a man emerged.

Only he wasn’t a man. Oh, he looked like one—he looked perfectly normal, but there was something about him that wasn’t human. It was his eyes, I think. He stepped forward, his eyebrows rising as he took in the sight of me kneeling before Rowan, the color in his eyes seeming to shift and change subtly. And his pupils weren’t round… they were elongated, just like Mr. Kim’s had been.

“Um…” I said, glancing up at Rowan. His face was absolutely without emotion, a circumstance that scared the crap out of me. Hurriedly, I got to my feet to face the intruder. “Er… excuse me, this is a private room. The kind you shouldn’t materialize in without first asking permission.”

The man looked surprised at my words, and I realized that any being who could just appear in a room the way he did probably shouldn’t be addressed in that manner.

“That is,” I said quickly, clearing my throat a little, “it’s polite to knock before you enter a room where other people are staying.”

“Ah,” the man said, after eyeing me curiously for a few seconds. “You are the red mate. But my red children are no more.” His gaze flickered over to Rowan, who visibly flinched. “As you well know, Rowan Dragon Breaker.”

Oh, no. A horrible suspicion began to form and I took a step closer to Rowan so that I was pressed against his side. This had to be Mr. Big. “Are you the dragon daddy guy?” I asked, glancing at Rowan.

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