I find myself wondering what sharing his bed would be like. My whole body switches on when I think of him using his dragon breath on my pussy. Biting my bottom lip, I remember how easily I became aroused by his hot, slightly smoky breath. It was warm, and little tendrils of smoke seemed to crawl over my skin, teasing and arousing every nerve ending. He smelled masculine and dare I say sexy? His scent was musky, different than anything I’ve known, and insanely appealing. That claw running over my skin did things to me as well. Maybe it was the hint of danger mashed up against the look of arousal in his eyes that captured my attention. In addition to needing to bust out of this joint, the crazy dragon dude might make an interesting sexual experience. The rest of absurdly arrogant package is a definite hard no for me.
Shoving my hand through my hair, I force myself to think about something else, anything other than his hot dragon breath whispering against my skin. He has wings, so he can probably fly. I’d love to see that. His tail is intriguing as well. It’s longer than his legs, smooth and seems to have a mind of its own at times, whipping around his ankles and going still when he’s deep in thought. An image flashes through my mind of it snaking over my skin while we’re tangled up together in bed. I think of that bulbous tip teasing my clit and wonder if he even uses his tail that way. If not, he should.
As I continue pacing, my anxiety multiplies. If feels like the walls of the tiny cell are closing in on me, but I know it’s just my claustrophobia acting up. It’s really messing with my head. That’s the only possible explanation for thinking dirty thoughts about the abusive dumbass who took me prisoner.
I pump my anger back up by reminding myself that for one brief moment in time, I was free. He had no right to snatch that away from me. The misogynistic asshat also slapped me across the face. He was every inch a true villain.
He’s pure evil and doesn’t even feel bad about abducting and selling me to the highest bidder. I realize there is a small possibility that the man’s so far gone, he doesn’t even know how far out of bounds he is. If that’s true, he’ll be unpredictable and even if I manage to seduce him, there’s no telling what he considers a romantic evening. Something about that thought scares the living daylights out of me.
4
Tarion
Tossing and turning, I can’t get Lehar’s words out of my head. Are you going to leave a true brooder sitting in our hold like a common criminal? Those were the first words out of his mouth the moment I stepped onto the bridge after my visit to the healing unit. I’d told him to mind his own business, but that was only because I knew he spoke the truth. Leaving a brooder as rebellious and strong as her in a suboptimal environment was truly heartless. It might even damage her ability to brood. Am I the kind of warrior to do such a thing? It seems that I am because there she sits, still wearing the rags of a seducer. I’ve never felt more like a scoundrel than at this moment.
I’m only standing here mulling over my misdeeds because a brooder gifted me with life. To go against the rules of other planets bothers me not, but to transgress against the most sacred laws of my own people induces a self-loathing that I could never bear with quiet dignity.
Our conversation from earlier drifts through my mind and I can’t get the sight of her lithe, luscious body out of my mind no matter how hard I try. Seeing her standing there talking to me so sweetly reminded me of my sire’s human. Maybe her earlier behavior was the result of being in fear for her life. What sane person would just lay down and die? She had spirit and inner strength. Whoever ended up with her as his brooder would be fortunate indeed.
Rolling out of bed, I fling my bedding away in frustration, unable to sleep knowing that I have locked a true brooder away in a cold, dark cell. Rummaging around my quarters, I grab a folded blanket, some food bars and a couple of hydration packs from my drawer. Dammit, I shouldn’t care how cold the little spitfire is. Yet, somehow, I do. Why? The answer pops into my head immediately. I’m her keeper for the moment and it would be a shame if she suffered injury or sickness due to my neglect. Were such to happen, it would lower her bounty considerably. This visit falls into the category of protecting my investment.
Heading down to the hold, I’m curious to see how she is faring after our last exchange. The strange feeling in my chest is still there, but no worse than it was before. Therefore, I feel like it was perhaps something I ate. Surely the tightness would have worsened if it was something to do with the brooder. I shove that out of my mind. The Drakon are a resilient species. Rarely do we fully succumb to diseases that kill other beings.
Shoving the door open, I find her huddled into a corner, shivering. When she sees it’s me, she crawls forward to greet me. Something about seeing her in that position affects me. An image of mounting her soft body from behind pops into my mind. My wings stiffen in frustration. Padding across the room, I sit on the floor in front of the bars and pass the blanket to her.
“Tha… thanks.”
Fiery blazes, she sounds weak. Worried about her condition, I pass the food packages and hydration fluid to her through the bars of her cell. “I brought you something to
