Until now.
As far back as he could recall, he’d been reclusive in a way no other dragon had. The only time he’d ever been weak had been after Hadyn’s death. Unable to cope with losing his brother, he’d allowed Igraine to seduce him for Morgen.
He’d deluded himself then. And he’d known it. He just hadn’t cared. Anything to keep from being alone with his guilt over his brother’s death.
Now he’d screwed up not only his life, but Maddor’s as well.
And Medea’s. Because of this, her people would die. Most likely her parents, too. Yet she didn’t curse him for being stupid or careless.
Rather, she stayed by his side.
The woman was so strange and made no sense whatsoever to him.
“Why are you being so kind to me?”
Medea let out a soft laugh. “No idea. I’m all kinds of stupid.”
Burying his face against her neck, he inhaled her sweet scent and shook his head. “You’re never that.”
“’Course I am. Otherwise I’d be gone already. Only an absolute idiot would be here in their enemy’s domain for no good reason.” Medea toyed with Falcyn’s belt. She really shouldn’t be with him now and she knew it. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to leave him and she didn’t even know why.
This felt right. She needed to be with him in his hour of need. To give him comfort when he had no one else he’d accept it from.
And she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Or her hands. It’d been too long since she’d felt like this. Since she’d wanted to be with someone.
And by the size of his obvious erection, he was definitely interested, too.
“What are you thinking, princess?”
Medea bit her lip as fear consumed her. “That I should be going.”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “I’d rather you stay.”
Taking a deep breath, she pulled his shirt over his head, then her own. “We are two entirely different species. This will never work out.”
Falcyn couldn’t breathe as she hesitated. Oh man, this really was cruel. “Don’t tease me, princess.”
With a slowness that was sheer torture, she unbuckled her belt and kicked off her shoes. He swore his heart stopped beating as he watched her open that belt, then slowly part her fly.
The way she wiggled her hips to slide her pants down hit him like a fist in the gut.
He expelled an appreciative breath at the sight of her naked body. She wasn’t skinny, but rather she had lush, full curves that were perfect and mouth-watering.
Medea knew she should be heading back to Kalosis to care for the others, but she couldn’t. She needed this time with Falcyn. It was an imperative urge she couldn’t deny. The entire world could burn for all she cared.
He hesitated before her, so close that she could feel the heat of his body. Smell the scent of his skin. It was all she could do not to step into the warmth of him. To press her body against his …
Frozen to the spot, she didn’t move as he bent toward her and drew a deep breath against her neck. He pulled back ever so slightly. “You smell like lilies.”
And he smelled like darkness and all masculine skin. Her breasts tightening at the thought, Medea turned her head and before she knew what he was doing, he lowered his lips to hers. She moaned at the decadent taste of him.
He cupped her face in his hands as his tongue hungrily explored every inch of her mouth. She shivered. This dark dragon lord certainly knew how to kiss. Her head swimming, she buried her hands in his thick, wavy hair.
Falcyn’s heart pounded as he tasted her lips. He drank in her passion and was lost to it. Lost to her. Between the sensation of her hands and the heat of his own needs, he was sunk and he knew it. He pulled back only a tiny bit to nibble the corner of her delectable mouth.
Growling, he dipped himself down so that he could pick her up and carry her away to a small cushioned alcove.
Medea felt a wave of giddy joy as Falcyn caressed her breasts. Every part of her burned for his touch.
And then he did what had to be the most tender thing a man had ever done to her. He wrapped his arms around her and just held her close with his head on her shoulder while he rocked with her. Something inside her shattered and melted at the feeling of being held like this … as if she were precious to him. His alone.
Falcyn closed his eyes as he reveled in the sensation of her warm, naked skin against his. Her breasts were pressed flat against his chest while her thighs hugged his bare hips. God, it’d been so long since he’d just had a woman hold him, and never had he held one so sweet.
Most of the women he’d slept with would be clawing at him by now, wanting satisfaction. But Medea merely held on to him as if they were something more than strangers. As if he were something more than a tool for her to use to satisfy her needs.
He pulled back to return to her lips before he took her hand into his and led it to the part of him that was craving her the most.
She nibbled at his lips as she gently explored the length of his cock with her graceful fingers.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her ear.
Medea moaned as Falcyn rolled onto his back and pulled her against him. It felt so good to be with a man again. To be held, even if they were barely more than strangers. For some reason, he really made her feel beautiful. It didn’t make sense, but she did.
Wanting to please him, she straddled his hips before she slowly slid her body onto his.
He hissed before he bit his lip and lifted his hips to drive himself even deeper into her. The look of pure pleasure on his face thrilled her. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had been this happy to be with her.
Unlike the others she’d been with, he wasn’t nervous at all. He was relaxed and calm.
Her equal.
Medea took his hand in hers and held it close. She understood that she meant nothing to him and that when this was over, he’d probably walk away. The thought hurt and yet she still couldn’t bring herself to stop this.
She didn’t know why, but she really wanted to be with him, even if it was only temporary.
Falcyn sighed as he teased her lips while her pale hair fell around them in a soft curtain. Oh yeah, this was what he’d needed in the worst sort of way. No woman had ever felt better than Medea did. She rode him slow and easy, at least in the beginning. But after a few minutes, she quickened her strokes.
Sensing what she needed, he rolled over with her until she was beneath him.
Medea arched her spine as Falcyn leaned back and thrust himself deep inside her. He moved faster and faster, spurring her pleasure on until she couldn’t take it anymore. When she came, her orgasm was so fierce that she screamed out from it.