The computer replies, “Command accepted. Authentication complete for Captain Tarion of the Hielsrane.”
The door to her cell slides open. She moves out towards me. “Do I need to get my blanket and stuff?”
“Not unless you are partial to them. I have much nicer bedding in my quarters and it’s quite plentiful.”
Nodding, she looks up at me. “Thank you for this. You probably can’t imagine how much it means to me to get out of that cell.”
“Trust does not come easy to one such as me, Carissa of the Maeberry.” Reaching down, I wrap her arm through mine. “Please don’t disappoint me.”
She looks like she wants to say something but closes her mouth instead.
7
Carissa
Walking up to his quarters with his wing slipped around my back, I can’t believe my crackpot plan worked. He actually wants me in his bed. Staying in his room is one step towards freedom. Having wild dragon sex is just icing on an otherwise perfect cake. I’ve been with a man with lizard DNA before. He was sweet and his forked tongue was just as dirty as it sounds. I loved every single second of being with him. I’ve never been with a dragon warrior before, but if I’m being honest, I admit I find the prospect exciting.
We pass several groupings of warriors and they all seem ecstatic. I’m guessing it’s because we’re in route to a pleasure planet. Since I’ve always been worried about ending up in a painted house, I’ve never considered the other side of the equation. Males stranded out in space for years or months with no companionship. It must be hard on them.
Shooting Mister Crazypants a quick look, I wonder if his shitty disposition would improve with a round or two of hot sex. How could it not? There is every chance in the world that I’m just subconsciously talking myself into jumping into his bed, of course, but he smells fantastic. The scent of smoke, musk and just a hint of his cleansing foam makes me wet for him.
The moment we enter his opulent quarters and shut the door behind us, I throw my arms around his neck and practically climb up his body as my mouth finds his. Wrapping my legs around him, I let all my desire come to the surface, hoping and praying he’ll respond in kind.
He freezes instead. For one long, horrible second the idea slams through my brain that I seriously misjudged his interest in me. My mind flies in several directions at once. Maybe he’s just not that into me. It could be that he thinks of me as a sister. He could even be gay. It might be taboo for a woman to initiate sex. Sweet Jesus, this was a bad idea.
Just when I’m thinking of getting off him, I feel something hard press against my clit through the thin fabric of my stolen dress. Within seconds, I feel his claws shred through the tattered dress, his talons grazing over my bare skin. If I’d thought he would be terrifying, I’d have been very wrong. A dark, sensual growl escapes from the back of his throat and his hips instinctively move against me. He’s one sexy beast.
By the time his forked tongue snakes into my mouth, I’m practically vibrating with excitement. Feeling the air whispering past, I break the kiss. His wings flap as I realize he’s lowering me down on his massive round bed. Shock tears through my chest as I realize he just flew across the room with me.
Even though I stopped kissing him, his mouth is trailing kisses down my neck and he’s nipping and licking the tiny stings left behind by his teeth. He’s not breaking skin, but I can tell his teeth are sharp.
We’ve landed on our knees and somehow, his jacket and shirt are already off. When did he do that? Pushing him back, I take a long hard look at the man. He’s ripped with a double six pack all the way down to his happy trail. Reaching out, I run one hand over his muscular chest. Though visually I see red, iridescent scales, his skin is silky smooth. He’s practically panting, and his facial expression has a thick overlay of lust as he gazes down at me. His long black hair is disheveled, making him look like he just tumbled out of bed. His lust filled expression likely mirrors my own, his pupils narrowed to blazing slits. We’re here together, feeling the same thing in the heat of the moment. Everything about him is luring me in, turning me on and making my clit throb for him.
His raspy voice sounds in my ear. “If you want to, I’ll let you run.”
His words are so out of sync with the moment that I can’t get my head around what he’s trying to communicate. “Why would I want to run?”
“If you stay, I’m going to fuck you senseless and make you come all night long. If I’m too much or not to your liking, there’s an empty room across the hall. Make a run for it and I’ll head down to the surface to work off this.” Gesturing down to the huge bulge in his pants, I suddenly catch his drift.
Shoving him back, I reach out, cupping his bulge in my hand and squeezing slightly. “When I’m the cause of your arousal, you don’t get to work it off with another woman. You save it all up for me. Got it, big guy?”
Tearing savagely at his pants, he doesn’t take his eyes from me. I want to help him with his pants but I’m honestly afraid of getting mangled by his claws. When he shoves them down, I gasp. His thick cock has rows of bumps running down the full length on the top and a long, ribbed section on the underside with a thick vein running down the center. His balls are covered with more pronounced ridges and bumps. His skin is a darker shade
