Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I caused this.
He smelled me and came looking for me. It’s my fault he’s here. I’m responsible.
As if he can sense my thoughts, Zohr’s gaze locks on mine. I close my eyes when he begins to struggle against his bonds, because it makes me hurt.
One thing at a time.
Nearby, one of the nomads is sitting in a folding chair. He’s got his assault rifle cradled in his arms and gives me a weird look when I come in. Kurt’s guarding the dragon-man’s “prison.”
I enter the pool room and gesture behind me, as if this is no big deal. “Hey, Kurt. Azar needs more volunteers to put out a fire in one of the outbuildings. Told me to come in here and watch the dragon since I’m no good right now.” I gesture at my massive head bandages and grimace. Guess this knock on the head is a great cover story.
Kurt scratches his fat belly and groans like he’s in pain. “Fuck. Why do I gotta do all the manual labor?”
I manage a meek, “Sorry,” as he jumps to his feet, and take the gun he hands me. He cusses under his breath and storms out the door, jogging a little faster than I’ve ever seen his fat ass move. No one likes to keep Azar waiting. It’d kinda be funny if I weren’t so terrified at the moment.
I watch him until he’s gone and then shut the glass double doors to the pool area, locking them behind me. Each bolt slams home with a finality that makes my heart pound. If anyone finds me, I’m fucked. But I have to do this. I have to make this choice. That done, I set down the gun, rip the bandage off my head, and fluff my hair as best I can around the painful wound. I don’t want to look like an invalid, which is kind of silly, I guess.
I don’t think Zohr will care.
I grab the metal ladder that leads into the pool and climb down to the bottom. I’ve done this a few times before in the last few days to feed the dragon-man, since he’s chained so firmly that he can’t do more than move an inch or two. Of course, pouring a protein shake down his throat and what I’m about to do today are two very, very different matters. My footsteps are loud on the cracked plaster, and he turns to gaze at me, eyes flicking black and then to gold as I approach.
“Em-mah,” he grits out.
“Hi, Zohr,” I say softly. “I’m going to help you. Just…trust me, okay?”
Emma, there’s only one way to make a dragon un-crazy. You know how.
Here goes nothing.
I begin to undress.
5
EMMA
I’m here to screw a dragon. Eesh.
It sounded like such a good idea in my head, but now that I’m staring down at him and stripping off my clothes, I’m having second thoughts. And third thoughts. And anything that comes after that. Truth is, I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, but I can’t communicate with Zohr. If I can’t communicate with him, I can’t save him.
Even now, he pulls and strains at his bonds, shifting back and forth as if he can tear them free with sheer will. I fling my shirt aside and pause in my bra and jeans, because I don’t want him hurting himself. “Calm down, chacho.”
He growls low in his throat, bearing his fangs at me. His gaze is intent, whirling with black and gold, and his nostrils are flaring. I don’t know if he thinks of me as a betrayer or if he’s freaking out because he wants to touch me. Do I…do I kiss him? Give him a little foreplay to show him what I’m up to? Or is he going to realize that I’m not here to discuss politics? I wring my hands, full of indecision.
Zohr snaps his teeth at me again and I make up my mind—no kissing. Not if he’s trying to bite the air. That’s just a death wish waiting to happen. We’ll just go straight for the meat and potatoes, then. I slip off my panties and then decide to leave my bra on, in case I need to make a fast getaway. “Hope you’re into brunettes,” I tell him as I kneel next to him in the empty pool. His hips are swathed in a towel. Kind of funny that someone would think about modesty, but I guess Kurt and the other guards don’t want to look at dragon-junk all day long. I carefully peel the towel off of him and assess the situation.
Well. I remember Sasha’s dragon Dakh getting naked repeatedly while in front of me, and Sasha explaining that dragons don’t share human modesty. I also remember thinking that I was a little surprised that someone as fragile would be into the baseball bat that Dakh was carrying between his legs. Seems that endowment runs in dragons, because Zohr’s definitely packing some heat. A rather uncomfortable-looking amount, actually, and here I am without my lube. “This might be tricky,” I tell him in a low voice. His cock’s at half-mast, and as I watch, it rises under my gaze, straightening and thickening and growing even more intimidating. The golden color of his skin is deeper here, the scale pattern more intense. The head of his cock looks bigger than a human dude’s cock, but then again, his everything looks bigger than a human’s does. I squeeze my thighs together tightly, worried.