Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 84949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
"You know you want this," I tell him.
I want what is underneath, he agrees.
I touch the shift dress I'm wearing. It's yellow and pink, cobbled together from the skirts of a few prairie dresses below. It's been unseasonably warm the last few days and I haven't felt the need to wear anything heavier. "You want what’s underneath my skirt?"
Absolutely.
"I'm not wearing anything underneath," I tell him, and hike up a bit of my skirt to show him a bit of thigh.
Exactly. He reaches for me, running his hand up my leg. Mhal's thoughts fill with hungry need, and he flashes me a mental image of his mouth on my breasts, me with my head thrown back as he thrusts into me.
I suck in a breath, distracted at the visceral imagery. "You do not play fair."
Why would I play fair? I want to win. He takes my hand and tugs me down against him. I fall forward onto him, a mess of fabrics, and he grins up at me. You cannot tell me you do not like mating. I know you do. I can read your mind. I can pick up your scent—
"Do not!" I put a hand over his mouth as if it will silence him. After being with Mhal for a few weeks, not much makes me shy anymore, but hearing about him picking up my “arousal” on the wind, no matter how far away? That'll do it.
You smell well-mated, he tells me, tugging at the layers of clothing I'm wearing. Give me a moment, and I will make your scent even more appealing.
I squirm, but my efforts are half-hearted. He knows that I'm not truly upset. That when I push and wriggle to get away, it's all part of the game. In reality, my thoughts are flaring with the same hunger. That when he grabs me by the wrists and tugs me into the bed and rolls us until I'm under him, I'm just as eager for more bed play as he is. Heck, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Mhal grins up at me even as he slides down my body, heading for my favorite spot between my thighs.
"Watch the clothing," I warn him, breathless. "Be careful." Our mattress is covered in tears and holes because of his arm and leg spikes, and the fact that I refuse to let him sleep in dragon form—I want him next to me all night long. If he shifts into his battle-form, he tends to lose track of himself and I'll wake up to find he's gone hunting. Maybe it's greedy to want him at my side all night long, but I'd much rather wake up to a warm, amorous Mhal than a dazed drakoni male who doesn't remember me, and I'm willing to sacrifice a mattress or two to do so.
I will be careful, Mhal promises me. I have watched you work hard on them. Besides, it is not the clothing I am interested in. He lowers his head even as he lifts my skirts up, revealing the vee between my thighs. His breath brushes over my skin and I shiver with need. This is all part of the tease, and I love it.
His mouth skims over the seam of my pussy. You smell so good, my mate. You…
Mhal's thoughts trail off.
I want to clasp his head with my thighs and drag him back down between my legs. "Me what?"
You are…
He pauses…then shouts. …in my TERRITORY!
The words are a mental bellow, and Mhal jumps to his feet, racing away from our bed in our cozy little shack and out onto the platform. Confused, I stare after him. His thoughts are a jumble, and when I prod at him, I realize he's not even paying attention to me. Mhal?
His thoughts shift chaotically, and I bite back a groan when the chaos grows more pronounced. I don't have to step outside to know that Mhal has shifted to his battle-form. His mind tells me plenty. He's full of seething, wild, disjointed thoughts, like a storm on the ocean, and no amount of gentle nudges are getting through to him.
"Mhal," I call out as I leave our makeshift hut behind. "Come back! Mhal!" I scan the skies, looking for a familiar gleam of gold and a large flying shape. When I spot him, though, I see a second shape in the air nearby. Mhal dives at it, his thoughts furious.
It isn't the first time we've had another visitor. We've had other dragons drift into the “territory” that Mhal has established as his own. Normally Mhal loses his shit for a few moments, the other dragon realizes he's stumbled into the territory of a mated drakoni and quickly exits. We've had a female swoop through, scented me, and then left quickly again.
This dragon isn't leaving, though. As I watch, it flies toward our tower, like an arrow.