Series: Charmaine Pauls
Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Everything I’m going to do to her flashes through my mind, tormenting me with unbearable desire. I’m going to savor the sweet honey between her legs, and then I’m going to bury myself so deep in her tight heat that she’ll never forget I was inside her. I’m going to bring her to the edge, giving her so much pleasure it will border on pain. I’m going to drive her to madness, and then I’ll give her the remedy. I’m going to teach her that the only remedy is me.
Elsie is kissing me right back. I’m not sure she’s conscious of her actions when she hooks her leg around the back of my thighs in search of more friction. Like me, she’s ruled by lust. Her body has taken over her mind. But if she carries on like this, I’m going to lose the last shred of humanity left inside me. I’m going to take her hard, and her body is too small and fragile to withstand an Alit male’s strength, especially the blind, fervor-stricken strength of a mate in heat.
The thought sobers me somewhat.
“Elsie,” I say into the kiss, her name a plea to pull me back from the animal to the man. “Slow down, my sweet, or I’ll take you right here against this wall.”
Her reply is to arch her back and flatten her breasts against my chest.
Dragons.
The little self-control I salvaged goes up in flames. I slide a palm over her flat stomach and wedge my hand between our bodies until my fingers find the wetness hidden beneath copper curls.
So hot.
She’s going to spill a lot more of that honey for me before I’m done with her. I’m going to drench her in her own arousal before lapping it all up. I want to dip my fingers into her tightness and stretch her until she can take me. Then I want to watch her face as I claim every inch of her. I will look into her eyes when she screams my name as she comes.
I cup her jaw, holding her in place for a deeper kiss as I feverishly work my cock free.
“Aruan,” she moans when I brush the lips of her sex apart.
“Yes.” I stroke the button hidden beneath those plump folds. “Say it. Say my name again.”
“Aruan.”
Only, the voice that has spoken doesn’t belong to Elsie.
It’s like diving into an icy sea. The heat coursing through me is doused in a beat.
Cluster of cursed dragons.
That voice belongs to Kian.
Elsie gasps and lowers her leg. A flush grows over her cheeks. The haziness disappears from her stunning blue-green eyes, and as they clear, shame sets in.
I clench the hand in which I cup her sex into a fist, my fingertips burrowing in the soft flesh of feminine parts.
I won’t allow her to hide behind shame.
A snarl tears from my chest. My words are directed at my brother. “If you don’t want to end up as a heap of ashes, I suggest you walk away.”
Most people, including my own family, would run at the threat.
Kian’s tone doesn’t give away fear. “It’s Mother.”
From the way he says it, I know it’s serious.
“Don’t move,” I bark out.
The order was meant for Kian, but Elsie flinches.
She flattens her back against the wall, putting the distance she tries so hard to always keep between us, and turns her face sideways.
I was a second away from sinking balls-deep into her. I didn’t even take the time to walk us to my quarters. The whole hall would’ve heard her screams. And I wouldn’t have given a dragon. I would’ve delighted in letting the whole of Lona know I’ve claimed my mate.
Gritting my teeth, I tuck my cock back into my pants. My movements are jerky as I take off my jacket and help Elsie pull it on. The garment is so big on her tiny frame that the hem falls below her knees. I try to ignore the painful hard-on raging in my pants as I slip the buttons through the holes to make sure she’s covered.
I only turn to my brother when I’ve fastened the last button.
Kian watches me with a level stare. “You’d better come.”
“Gaia!” I call, holding Kian’s gaze.
My sister comes running from the hall with tears still wet on her cheeks.
Her unhappiness unsettles me, but more important issues are at stake. Crying will have to wait.
“Take Elsie back to my quarters,” I say. “My guards will go with you. No one but me is allowed to enter. Understand?”
My sister bobs her head. Taking Elsie’s hand, she leads her to the stairs.
Kian tips his head toward the doors.
I go ahead.
When I re-enter the hall, the guests are huddled in groups in the four corners. My father could’ve easily ordered the guards to let the royal family out. They answer to both him and me, but as the king, he holds the highest power. Yet my immediate family, including my two close cousins, are still gathered around the king and queen’s table. My mother doesn’t sit up straight in her chair. She’s stretched out in it, her arms hanging limply at her sides. My father kneels in front of her, clutching one of her hands in both of his.