“You taste good.”
“Coming from a dragon, that compliment can be a little scary.”
He nipped one butt cheek, then the other. “Be nice, woman.”
She didn’t want to be nice. She wanted to play. Especially since she never had before. At least not in bed. “Why should I be nice?” she teased. “You’re not nice.” And my, but she did enjoy that about him.
He kissed her lower back, right at the base of her spine, then licked at it. “I don’t know how,” he murmured against her warm flesh.
“Perhaps I can show you how easy it is to be nice.”
Slowly his eyes lifted to look at her face. “Oh, I think I’d like that,” he breathed out huskily.
She pulled from his grasp, raising herself on her knees while he leaned back, his hands flat on the bed, propping him up.
Turning, she moved to his side and placed her hand on his chest. She stroked the hard, smooth skin and marveled at how her merest touch caused ripples across his body. And that was only with her hand.
Leaning forward, she used the tip of her tongue to tickle one nipple. He let out a harsh gasp, followed by a moan when she suckled him into her mouth. She slid her mouth to the other side and did the same. He shuddered and moaned again, making Talaith smile.
Who knew she had this kind of power?
Talaith dragged her hand down his chest and her lips and tongue followed. Before she even reached his straining erection, he’d lifted his hips as if expecting her to take him in her mouth. Her arrogant dragon.
Instead, she licked it from base to tip and back again. Then she followed the pulsating veins, avoiding the head except to occasionally tickle it with her nose.
“Talaith,” he groaned.
“Aye?” Her tongue slithered up the underside of his shaft.
“Don’t torture me, woman.”
“Torture you? Me? The weak human torturing a dragon of such awesome power and intellect?”
He grinned at her teasing. “Yes, evil witch. You’re torturing me. At least have the decency to admit it.”
“I’ll admit nothing.”
“So I noticed,” he muttered while he watched her every move.
She ignored his comment, unwilling to ruin the good mood with the reality of her situation. She had no idea how long before the goddess came for her, and she didn’t want to waste a second thinking about anything but him and how he made her feel.
Talaith wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, marveling at its length and width while enjoying the taste of it, of him. She licked fluid off the tip, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue, forcing another broken moan from him.
His hand slid into her hair, massaging the back of her head with his long fingers. “Talaith…”
“Mhmm?”
He growled and she fought her desire to laugh.
“Stop teasing me, wench. You’re being heartless.”
“I find using the word ‘please’ quite effective at these moments.” She nipped the base and his body jerked in response. “Begging would be even better.”
When he didn’t answer, she glanced up to find him gazing off, frowning.
Leaning back a bit, she stared at him. “Gods, you’ve never said please, have you?”
“I’m thinking.” He was silent for a few more seconds, then… “No. I never have.” He looked down at her, one eyebrow raised. “And I don’t plan to start now.”
Anyone else—king or peasant, husband or child—she’d feel insulted. Yet she wasn’t because she knew he wasn’t being cruel or cold-hearted. Just a dragon who never had to say “please” and “sorry” before. And if she thought for one moment she would end up spending the rest of her life with him, she’d have some real concerns.
Since that wouldn’t happen, as he’d reminded her the day before, she wouldn’t worry.
“That’s a real shame, dragon.” She ran her tongue across the tip, blew on the wetness she left behind. “Because without it…” Her open mouth hovered over his shaft for several seconds and she heard him swallow in desperation, anticipating her sucking him into his next life. Instead of doing that, she snapped her mouth shut. “I can’t help you.”
“You evil—”
“Ah, ah, ah. You be nice.”
Snarling, his hand still tangled in her hair, he pulled her close then pushed her onto her back. He lay across her, his mouth claiming hers.
Wicked, wicked thoughts flowed through her brain while Briec’s hands moved across her body, his tongue thrusting against hers.
She moaned and writhed under him, and he pulled back just enough to say, “We both know I can make you beg long before me, sweet Talaith.”
“My, my, we are…” she arched into his body as one of his hands slid between her thighs, “…sure of ourselves.”
“It’s a gift.”
“A gift for you. A curse for the rest of us.”
He smiled as he teased her hard nipple with his tongue. Digging her hands into his hair, she silently urged him to take it into his mouth, but he only chuckled, opting to blow on it instead.
Bastard.
Before she could tell him that sentiment out loud, a movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head and Gwenvael, in dragon form, his hair soaked as if he’d been outside in the rain again, lay there. His head rested in the palm of his claw and when she looked at him he bared his fangs—a dragon smile.
She squealed so loud, Briec’s whole body jumped. Then, using the buried strength of her people, she shoved the big male off her, scrambling away from him so fast she toppled right off the bed and onto the hard ground. Thankfully out of Gwenvael’s view.
She grabbed one of the furs piled on the floor and wrapped it around her body, making sure to cover her head completely.
Éibhear, so deeply absorbed in the third volume on his grandfather’s life when a very young dragon—Darkness’ Bones, that dragon was a slag—he didn’t realize Gwenvael had left the room until he returned with an extremely calm Briec. A little too calm, in fact.
Naked, with an erection that could knock down the walls of the Dragon Queen’s mountain home, Briec didn’t even look at Éibhear as he turned to face his silver-haired brother. “Shift. Now.”
Uh-oh. Éibhear closed his book. It was a rare moment when a dragon asked another dragon to shift to human, but apparently Briec didn’t want to shift back to dragon.
Gwenvael rolled his eyes but chanted the ancient spell, which quickly shifted him to human form.
“Before you say anything, brother, I wasn’t there long.”
Briec didn’t respond. He simply stared at Gwenvael who seemed hell-bent on ignoring that which was right in front of him. Like Briec’s simmering rage.
“I mean, I could see your little Talaith has a way with her tongue.”
Éibhear closed his eyes briefly and wondered exactly how such a brilliant dragon could be such an utter idiot at the most dangerous times.
“And a strong, firm grip with that hand of hers.”
So intent on amusing himself, Gwenvael didn’t even see Briec’s hands lower to his sides. Or see he’d closed his eyes and begun chanting softly.
“Although I always thought of you as the kind to literally force a woman’s head onto that rather healthy-sized cock you’ve got there.”
Powerful ancient Magicks flowed between Briec’s hands as Gwenvael kept right on talking.
“But to each his own, I guess. Oh, and by the way, brother, she has an amazing body. All lush and curvy. Personally, I could lose hours in that sweet…aaaaarrrggghhhhhhh!”
Gwenvael slammed into the cave wall with such force, Éibhear was sure he heard something break. Although he doubted it was that ridiculously hard head of his.
Briec hadn’t even moved from his spot. Although not nearly as powerful as the Queen or Morfyd, Briec had trained with dragon wizards in his early days. Interested in Magick, but not enough to stray from his path of Dragonwarrior, he had dev
eloped some powerful Magick skills.
Clearly, Gwenvael failed to remember that.
Éibhear stared at Gwenvael’s prone body, sparks of Magick still coming off him.
“When he wakes up,” Briec said, “and that won’t be for quite awhile, tell him to stay away from me.”
“Aye.” Éibhear decided against saying much else.
With a nod, Briec walked back toward where he’d no doubt left Talaith. Sparing his unconscious older brother one more glance, Éibhear shrugged and returned to his book.
Briec walked back into the chamber, his rage still singing through his veins. What he didn’t expect to find…Talaith trying to leave wearing only a fur covering.
“Where are you going?”
“Outside.”
“Outside?”
“Yes. I’m hoping there’s still a storm. I’ll run in the rain, naked, and hopefully catch my death. Or, if I’m truly lucky, lightning will strike me dead.”
“Why would you…I don’t under…” Briec rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. His cock hurt from its need to come and she was babbling. Damn woman. “What are you talking about?”
“You don’t expect me to live with this embarrassment, do you?”
“Embarrassment about what?”
She took a step back, her face a riot of confusion. “About your brother watching us.”
Now he was confused. “Why would that embarrass you?”
“If you’re not embarrassed why did you take him out of here and, I’m hoping, gut him like a fish?”
“Because he interrupted me,” he bit out between severely clenched teeth. “And I wasn’t done.”
“Well, we’re done now,” she barked and actually tried to walk around him. Grabbing hold of the fur, he snatched it off her. Angry, Talaith spun around but froze when she saw his face. He could imagine how he must look. Desperate, most likely. Because he was.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Not now. Not after last night. Now he knew why Fearghus smiled. If this was normal human fucking, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t taken a human before. And he wasn’t about to let that idiot brother of his ruin this.
“I understand, dragon, that you like to pretend you have some hold over me, but let me inform you quite clearly—”
“What has you so upset, Talaith?” He cut her off, stepping in front of her so she couldn’t leave. “Just my brother walking in on us?”
“Oh, come on, Briec. He didn’t just walk in on us. I have no idea how long that big bastard had been standing there watching us, but by the look on his face, it was for quite a bit.”
“So what?” He took a step toward her and immediately she took a step back. “You think my brother, especially Gwenvael, has never seen two beings fucking before? Do you think he’s never done it?”
“I don’t care what he’s seen or done. All I care about is—”
“Yes?” he pushed. Still walking toward her, forcing her back into the chamber.
She shook her head. “This was wrong, Briec. I shouldn’t of. We shouldn’t of…”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Why shouldn’t we have done what we did? Because I’m dragon?”
She shrugged. “Well…”
“Because you have a husband?”
“But I do have—”
“Or because knowing someone was watching us—watching you—made you wet?”
Talaith slammed into the cave wall behind her. “What?”
“Or maybe it’s just the fear of being caught, Talaith.” He put his hands against the wall behind her head, caging her in. Trapping her. “Knowing someone could walk in on you at anytime. Knowing they might see you with my cock down your throat or my fingers in your ass?”
She slapped his arm. “And don’t try that again!”
“Knowing that no matter what we’re doing, I won’t stop. I won’t stop until you’re screaming and crying and coming all over me.”
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked away. But he still saw the heat in her eyes. Could still smell her lust. And he simply loved how her nipples hardened and he hadn’t even touched them.
“Is that why you feel ashamed, Talaith? Because you like that bit of danger sometimes? Because it’s outside what those horrid little peasants told you was right?”
“I. Hate. You.”
He glanced over his shoulder as if he expected to find Gwenvael there again, although he knew the bastard wouldn’t be moving for the next few hours. “You know, Gwenvael might come back.” He looked back at her. “Or Éibhear. You know how he likes to chat with you.”
“Move, Briec.”
“As you wish.” He dropped slowly to his knees in front of her, ready to grab her should she try to bolt again.
“Wha…what are you doing?”
He leaned in, burying his nose in her groin. He took a deep breath, letting the lust-filled scent of her move through him. She was already so wet.
He grabbed hold of her thighs and pried them apart.
“Wait,” she begged as he wedged one hand against the blazing heat of her sex.
“We can’t wait, Talaith. I don’t know when they’ll come back here.” A flood of warm, fresh juices wet his hand at his words. Oh, yes, he moaned to himself.
Taking firm hold of her rear, Briec lifted her and forced her legs onto his shoulders.
“Briec,” she whispered desperately.
“Sssh, little witch.” He nuzzled her pussy, all dripping wet and perfect. “Get too loud and they’ll be sure to come to see what’s going on.”
He buried his head between her thighs, hearing her voice catch as she tried to hold back a cry. Smiling, ridiculously happy with this strange woman, Briec speared her pussy with his tongue. She gripped his head while he licked her clean, amazed at how wonderful she tasted.
Talaith’s legs clamped tight around his neck and he heard her struggling not to moan out loud. Digging his fingers hard into her beautiful ass, he pulled her closer to his mouth, mercilessly lashing her clit with his tongue. Her hips rode his face, her moans getting louder and louder.
He loved how he could make her lose control, how he could make her come apart in his arms like this.
She gave a startled squeak and then she did just that—she climaxed; her body tight and hot around him. Before her muscles could stop their contractions, he dragged her to the floor. Inside her before she could even see straight, Briec pounded into her relentlessly, completely lost to her and what she did to him.
Her hands, still buried in his hair, pulled him down for a brutal kiss. As soon as their lips touched and she tasted herself on him, she groaned and her climax started all over again. Her sex clenching him so hard, she hauling him over that edge with her.
He purred her name as he came, and she never heard it sound so sweet before. Clinging to her as his hot seed poured inside her waiting body, Talaith held back tears she’d never allow to come. Too cruel. All of it. To finally know paradise, only to have the gods snatch it away from her whenever they chose was too cruel for words.
Briec kissed her shoulder, her neck, her chin. Then he was over her, staring down at her. Smiling and never judging her. She truly hadn’t seen anything so beautiful before.
“You never fail to amaze me, sweet Talaith.” A big palm cupped her cheek gently. “I chose very well, my little witch.”
Perhaps. Shame he didn’t choose first.
Chapter Eleven
Gwenvael held his head in his hands and prayed for death. This was worse than any night after hard drinking he’d ever had. Why didn’t Briec merely kill him?
Damn spellcasting dragon.
He didn’t know what the bastard had done to him, but it took him the rest of the day and night to recover enough to make it to the next day’s morning meal. Talaith sat at one end of the table, reading. Briec sat at the other, reading. Neither spoke to each other and, if Gwenvael didn’t know better, he might have thought he’d imagined th
e little festival of fucking he’d witnessed between the two.
Even Éibhear looked confused and refused to speak.
When Briec did finally say something, it startled them both—but not Talaith.
“Where’s the bread?”
Turning the page of her book, but not looking at him, she said, “I finished it.”
“You didn’t save me any?”
“Is that my role now? I’m supposed to save you food? If you wanted it you should have claimed it.”
Gwenvael looked at Éibhear and his brother shrugged helplessly. He remembered quite clearly after Annwyl and Fearghus’ first time together, how the two of them fucked constantly and anywhere convenient. Going at it relentlessly.
Perhaps the bedding between these two hadn’t been as amazing as Gwenvael first thought.
“Would it kill you to not keep the food all to yourself, like a rat storing for winter?”
“Would it kill you not to eat as if it’s your last meal? Is sharing with others so inconceivable to you? Should I add that to the list with ‘please’ and ‘I’m sorry’?”
“Only if you add ‘glutton’ to your list of ‘never shuts up’.”
Talaith gave an almost royal wave of her hand. “I’m done with this conversation.” She shoved her chair back and stood. “And I’m done with you.”
“Conversation too much of a challenge, m’lady?”
“More like too boring. Kind of like you.”
“Now if you gentlemen,” she looked at Briec, “and whatever you are, will excuse me.”
She turned and walked out.
“What is wrong with you?” Éibhear snapped.
Briec looked truly confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Why were you so mean to her?”
Briec stood. “I wasn’t mean to her. I was arguing with her. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go discover—to my horror—that the little witch hasn’t made the bed.”
He grinned and Gwenvael knew exactly what was going on. He shook his head in disgust. Never. He would never get this way over any female—ever.
Unfortunately, Éibhear was still confused. “You never make your bed, Briec. Mostly because we rarely sleep in beds.”