“That,” I said, sliding my hands under his shirt, and stroking both of his adorable little nipple nubs, “is not going to get me to ask the question. Unless you tell me exactly what body parts will be the recipient of the tormenting.”
He leaned down and gently bit my lower lip. “Stop it.”
I giggled. “All right. I just wanted to make sure you’re on board with the whole communication thing. It’s important to me.” I held up a hand when he growled deep in his chest. “I wanted to know what it feels like to be a dragon.”
“I told you—it feels powerful.”
“Yes, but there has to be more to it than that. When you were around the other dragons, you were all caveman protective and acting like an adorable but enraging man. With the monster, you were pure heroic, and not that you weren’t heroic before, when you helped kick demon butt and all, but that was nothing to what you did with a sword. I didn’t even know you could use one!”
“I don’t. Or rather, I didn’t, but managed to learn fast.”
“Right now, for instance,” I said, nibbling on his earlobe. “What do you feel?”
He was silent for a moment, his hands tightening on my hips. “Aroused. Powerful. Dominant but protective. Do that last thing again.”
I nipped the underside of his chin. He growled again.
“That just makes me… it’s difficult to put into words. It’s like what I felt before I was changed, only magnified by a power of ten.” He closed his eyes for a moment, his chest moving against my fingers as he drew in deep breaths. “I can smell the scent of you, wildflowers in a sunny meadow teasing me and raising my temperature. There’s a fire deep inside me and when you are near, when you touch me, it courses through my blood, setting me alight with the need to claim you.”
“Wow,” I said, marveling at all of that. When he opened his eyes, the gold flecks were glittering brightly. “That’s really amazing. I had no idea about any of that. It explains a lot about your behavior with the other dragons, too.”
He made a face. “I have a feeling I should apologize for my bad manners, but every time I think about them, I feel exactly the same sense of antagonism.”
“That’s okay. I think you’ll get a handle on your dragonish emotions in time.” I slipped out of his embrace and moved over to the end table, opening a little drawer in its side. “Mrs. P gave me something earlier to show you. Before you say anything, I’m perfectly aware that she must have lifted this from someone, and I’m going to give it to the captain so he can return it to its proper owner. But Mrs. P said you would enjoy seeing it.”
“It’s not an adult toy, is it?” he asked, looking faintly startled.
“No, no, she hasn’t stolen one of those since the trip from L.A. to Munich.” I pulled out the gold watch from the drawer and went to Rowan with it, holding it up so he could see it. “It’s a watch.”
The reaction was instantaneous—the red flecks in his eyes glowed scarlet. His whole body stiffened, and red scales rippled up his arms to his elbows. His nostrils flared and a tiny wisp of smoke curled out of his mouth.
“Gold,” he said on a breath.
“Mrs. P said gold acts like an aphrodisiac to dragons. I can see some of that—I mean, I think it’s nice and I like to touch it, but…” My words trailed off when Rowan made a noise deep in his chest.
“Run.”
“What?” I gazed at him, wondering if I’d heard him correctly.
“Run,” he said more loudly, his teeth clenched together.
“Why? Run where? For what purpose?”
He closed his eyes for a second as if he was struggling to maintain control. “It’s a sexual thing. I must chase you. Run now.”
The light dawned on me. “Ohhh, that sort of run. I thought you meant to go for a jog or something.”
Rowan’s chest heaved, a pained expression on his face. “For the love of all that’s holy, run, woman, run!”
“All right.” I trotted to the door, went through it, and got three steps down the hall before a question struck me. I returned to the cabin and asked, “Where am I running to?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped, his entire body rigid. “Just run!”
“But there isn’t really anywhere private to go that others couldn’t find,” I pointed out. “Assuming, that is, that you’ll want to have wild, steamy dragon sex as soon as you catch me. If you tell me where you want to find me, I can go there and wait.”
An odd mixture of frustration, anguish, and humor twisted across his face. He closed his eyes and I could see his lips move as he silently counted to twelve. “Run, Sophea. Anywhere. Just run if you want me to survive the next few minutes.”
“Gotcha.”
I left the room, and this time made it to the upper floor before I paused, trying to decide if it was worth enraging him to ask if he wanted me to lead him on a chase through the ship before ending up in our shared room.