He released her chin and snatched up a lock of her hair to rub between his fingers. His voice had lost the anger but not the heat. “I am sorry little one. You are too young and soft to have such responsibilities. You will be better off with me.”
“What does that mean?”
“You will not leave my side, and I will see to your care.”
Morgan opened her mouth to rage at his arrogance but swallowed it back and attempted reason instead. “I am a mage. I can take care of myself and my family.” She took a deep breath and grudgingly added, “I do appreciate your worry for me, but it is not necessary.”
She stepped away from him, turning once again, to head for the cave mouth. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
“You will stay with me.” The grip on her arm was thoughtlessly rough, and she could feel the heat of his anger building. Like the child he didn’t resemble he was set on getting his own way. He was not going to listen to reason.
Morgan called her power and sent it in a flash through the hand holding her so tightly. This time it was not fire she called, but ice. He released her with a curse, his hand iced to the elbow. He sent heat pulsing down his arm to combat the cold, and then narrowed angry dragon eyes at her when he could once again feel his hand.
“Be careful that you do not mistake me for powerless. I am no dragon’s plaything.” Her eyes flashed green mage fire in the dark, her words echoing eerily. “I will stay with you tonight and feed you again of my blood so that you can make your journey. But then we will go our separate ways; I will find my family. Push me on this and I will leave you shivering in the dark.”
Every muscle in his body clenched at the threat, then released. He pointed a big finger at her nose, anger vibrating from every cell. “You threaten me?! Then leave. We will see how far you get without wings to fly.”
Morgan turned and headed for the exit.
However, when she got to the opening her stomach crashed to her toes. They were in a cave that nature had carved out of a cliff wall. She could barely see the ground from here and there was not even a single shrub to halt the deadly plunge to the rocky stone floor. Unless she suddenly developed shapeshifting abilities and turned into a bird, she was not going anywhere unless the dragon took her.
She felt his radiating heat at her back before she heard him whisper in her ear. “Perhaps it is you who will be left shivering in the cold my fierce little falcon.”
Morgan swallowed, fear causing her chin to jut stubbornly, even as his voice sent shivers down her spine.
“You will do as I say. You will go to the back of the cave and take care of your frail human business. Then you will come back to me.” He nipped her earlobe with sharp white teeth and wrapped an arm around her when she would have pulled away. “You will give me the blood and heat I need for the journey, and you will sleep in my arms, tonight and every night.”
“Wha...” He stopped her speech with a hand over her mouth.
“No. No arguments. No discussions. Do as I say.”
She wanted more than anything to put his arrogant dragon ass down, but it would be foolish. Even if she could win the skirmish, and she certainly would, where would she go without him to carry her out?
So fine, she would do as he said for now, but the moment she was out of this prison in the clouds, she would take back control of her life. She pulled out of his restraining arms and headed for the back of the cave. She found his set up complete with a pile of dirt and a bunch of leaves, joy. When she had done her “frail human” business, she decided to follow the cave farther back for a bit. While she was lucky enough to find a small trickle of water, she couldn't chance further exploring for fear of getting lost.
After cleaning up as best she could with the slow trickle, she drank what she could get down her parched throat and headed back.
The dragon was already on the, now cooled, rock floor. When she hesitated at his side, he reached up and pulled her down to lay facing him. She refused to look at his smug dragon face. He pushed the hair off her neck and touched his lips to the fragile pulse there.
“Do you give your blood freely?” He asked just above her pulse.
Morgan grimaced, but she truly had no choice. He needed the blood if he was going to get them off the mountain.
“I do.” The tremor in her voice was barely noticeable.
This time he did not ravage like an animal at the kill; instead, his elongated teeth slipped ever so gently into her skin releasing the toxins he carried directly into her blood. She gasped at the stunning heat that coursed from the bite to all her feminine places. Her nipples beaded, and her pussy flooded with unfamiliar cream. Then, when he had retracted his teeth from her sensitized skin, he sucked the blood from her in deep swallows. This time she arched into him, wanting nothing more than to wallow in him and never stop.
“What are you doing to me?” Her voice was a ragged plea that he ignored.
His hand burrowed under her dress to find naked thigh. He shifted until she was under him, her legs encasing him, his weight pressing her into the ground until she could barely breathe. She should care about that, but something was oozing through her blood, heating her up from the inside, as if her power were flowing free, but in a way she had never felt before.
Morgan could not think past this blinding need. He shifted, his hands pulling her dress up and over her head so that she lay exposed before him. She felt his tongue, a rough heat across the marks on her neck. She cried out at the waves of pulsing pleasure that caused and mindlessly tried to get him closer, this time flesh to flesh. Instead, he held her down, his brawny hand spanning her tiny waist entirely, and looked his fill.
Mages were born with no body hair besides what could be found on their head and eyebrows. Morgan was no exception. So when he ran his hand from her throat to her sweetly curved thigh it was over creamy skin and nothing else.
Her nipples were painful points in a sea of softness, and he homed in on them, weighing each breast in his palm and licking and sucking the nipples until they looked just as he wanted. With a grunt of satisfaction, he moved down and used both hands to spread her thighs and study her sweet wet pussy.
“Look at what you hid under that ugly rag.”
Morgan tried to breathe past the pain of want bombarding her, but it was impossible. “What did you do to me?”
“You still think to leave me.” His hand went to her thigh to push it further up on the floor and he inhaled deeply, his eyes closing in bliss. “I have marked you as mine. When we have mated fully, you will not be able to leave me. You will not want to.”
Morgan fought through the sticky web of desire he unleashed.
“You have surprising knowledge of dragon ways for a human, but you do not know all.” He moved to his side and yanked her down across the harsh floor until he had her snug up against him, scraping her skin in the process.
The pain helped to clear her head even more. “You mate after your first molt, I know that, and you have not reached it yet, not if you are still passing for human.”
He spooned her frustrated body, his chest to her back, his leg over hers to hold her in place and his arm around her waist. His hand cupped her breast as if he had proprietary rights there. The big bastard yawned. “Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after.”
After one drowsy affectionate nuzzle of her hair, he fell asleep. She could feel the satisfaction radiating off him, even as her own blood boiled in waning desire and fear. She tried to shift away, to escape his hold, even knowing there was nowhere to go. He growled a warning and tweaked her sensitive nipple until she settled.
Morgan lay there at the mercy of the Dragon and her own betraying body. The heat had faded enough she could think again, and the fear was quickly replaced by anger. She would escape, and if the dragon foolishly tried to stop her, she would freeze his ass to a rock for eternity. Better yet, she wouldn't wait, as soon as her feet hit the ground she would freeze him in his devious dragon feet. She would not be a slave. Her thoughts of revenge
