Pressing him back, I pour water over his chest and watch it drizzle down his crimson body. Running my fingers over his smooth skin is intimate and makes me appreciate his unique masculine features. I could stare at his bulging muscles all day long. “Your skin is really pretty. Is the design natural or inked onto your body? None of the other warriors have your exotic markings.”
His head snaps up so fast, I worry that I’ve transgressed. “It is difficult to control because my dragon rides so close to the surface.” His muscles have tensed, and his voice is strained. He’s acting so weird that I rush to say something positive.
“Well, I think the designs are unique and interesting. They mark you out as being more handsome than your peers.
“Is what you say true?”
Nodding, I lean over and kiss his skin, dragging my tongue over every bump on his taut abs.
He lets out a relieved breath. “You may approve of my fighting form.”
Running my finger over his skin, I glance up into his eyes. “You replicate your skin tone on your body armor?”
His lips twitch slightly. “Yes, my sweet brooder. That is exactly what I do.”
I feel like there’s more to the story than that, but his eyes dart away. I quickly lean over and give him a kiss that immediately turns heated. When we break apart, we’re both out of breath. I press my cheek to his and slowly turn my head, kissing my way down his neck and chest. He knows exactly where I’m headed, and his cock is standing eagerly at attention.
I find myself eager to give him what he needs. His body is a work of art, including his manhood, or should I say dragonhood? Kissing the head makes his stomach muscles flex. Remembering what it felt like when he pleasured me with his tongue, I set my mind to returning the favor. Surprised at my own enthusiasm, I bob my head on his generous endowment, taking a little more into my mouth each time. A sexy growl escapes from the back of his throat and his hand comes out, sifting through my hair and touching the side of my face.
I experiment with different techniques, using my tongue to explore all the bumps and ridges along his shaft. When I run my tongue along the tiny crease between the ridges along his cock, he groans, grounding out deep, ragged verbalizations that aren’t quite words. Dragging emotions out of the stoic warrior thrills the hell out of me. His caudal snakes between my legs to tease me as I hollow out my cheeks, sucking.
“You wouldn’t be getting excited sucking my thick cock would you, my precious little brooder?”
Smiling around his gorgeous cock, I glance up at him. His eyes are almost glowing red with lust. The next thing I know he pulls me up to capture my lips. Instead of grinding me down on his cock, he turns me around and pushes me against the bench embedded in the wall. I brace myself on my forearms, grateful for the low water level, when he surprises me by leaning down to flick his forked tongue between my legs.
When his tongue teases tight circles around my clit and then wraps around the tiny throbbing bundle of nerves, reality blurs into a haze of pleasure. The soft glow of the room and the scent of our lovemaking has a drugging effect on my senses. As I writhe beneath him, his wings wrap around me in a tender embrace, holding me still as he continues to pleasure me. In no time at all, he has me right where he wants me. I come, begging for his cock.
Looking over my shoulder, I know he’s giving me an opportunity to decide what I want. If I don’t want him, he’ll stop. Instead I move back, taking him just as I like. The big warrior holds still while I pleasure myself on his thick cock. I love the way his rough hands skim over my back, claws trailing gently down my spine. It spikes my excitement and before I know it, I’ve pounded out one breathtaking orgasm and I’m going for number two. The moment it happens, Tarion gathers me into his arms and pulls me back against his chest. Three thrusts later and he stills inside me, shouting my name.
Pulling me back to one side, he leans over to turn on the water and finishes filling the tub. He takes some oil from a pump on the wall and begins smoothing it over my arms and back. He’s taking special care when he touches my scars. I close my eyes as I try not to react to his touch. I hate the scars covering my back and upper arms, remnants of my time as a whipping girl for an alien princess.
“You are upset. Is it the lovemaking?”
Opening my eyes, I look up at him. “It’s the scars.”
“Ah, the battle marks. They are lovely.”
My face scrunches up into a confused expression. “They’re what?”
Sliding his fingers from one to the other, he honestly seems impressed. “Battle marks are coveted among my people. We are difficult to mark and battle wounds prove one’s strength and resilience. I admire you for surviving poor treatment at the hands of your enemies.”
Choking up, I try to make light of the situation by being flippant. “That’s me, strong and resilient.”
Tarion’s voice turns serious. “Do not take that tone, my sweet. Strength is a quality human brooders rarely possess. That makes you better than all the rest.”
I can’t help but smile at his smug and approving voice. “I suppose your father’s brooder doesn’t have one mark on her flawless skin.”
“She does not. I plan to have all your clothing designed to display your fierce battle marks. It will make the males in my line envious and they
