Page 60 of I Dream of Dragons

All thought flees as he drags my dress down and puts his mouth on my aching nipple. Stars explode inside my head. My body arches up. I never thought it could feel this good to have a man’s mouth on the tips of my breasts.

There’s so much I never knew.

He’s sucking on it, then his tongue, rough like a cat’s, starts licking the tip and I cry out, shaking, as pleasure rushes through me.

The world fades away for precious moments.

“Rae,” he rumbles. “Are you all right?”

All right?I’d laugh but I have no air left. That hardly covers the way I’m feeling right now.

I reach for him. “I want you.”

“Tell me what you need,” he breathes, his dark eyes full of stars, bowing over me again, smiling. “Tell me,makhair, I want to hear it, hear how you want me.”

“Command me,”he’d said. Phaethon had said it, too. He wants to know what I want. He cares. He wants me to tell him what I need, to take control and express my desire.

He lets me rule him in the bedroom and instead of making him weak, it makes him stronger.

How is he doing this, making me like him more and more when I know we can’t be together? Twining himself around myheart like a vine, but instead of strangling it, he’s cradling it, protecting it, making it his?

I cup his face in my hands and seek his mouth again, seeking his taste, his shape, to reassure myself that this is about physical release, about pleasure. I don’t want him talking to me, endearing himself to me more.

So I slide my hand down the front of his pants. A distraction is necessary—only it works on both of us.

His gasp turns into a low growl when I palm the hard length of his cock through his black pants—because yes, he’s still in his clothes from the trial, one pant leg cut off, still filthy and bloody, wet and pale, but neither of us care. I’m just as filthy, just as wet.

And yes, I mean it both ways. Touching his aroused cock affects me more than I’d ever imagined. It’s so sexy, feeling how hard he is for me.

He grunts when I pull back and start to unlace the front of his pants. I chance a glance up to take in his downturned face, the black hair falling in his eyes, the parted lips, that powerful physique, and my mouth goes dry.

He’s so… male. So strong and tall, hulking over me. I don’t know why it makes my body go tight again and restarts the throb between my legs. He’s the kind of man who turns me on, though I’ve never felt any such attraction for any other warrior.

Not even with the fae king, no matter how handsome he is. No matter if he’s Mars.

Jai is the one man who turns me on, and the thought sounds right.

It also sounds risky. Dangerous. Crazy.

I yank the laces out of the eyelets and push the pants down. No undergarments. The move bares him to me.

And then I’m the one caught, risking my sanity, because he’s so long and thick, so hard, so sexy. Veined and obscenely large. Beautiful and powerful, like the rest of him.

My mouth starts to water. I want to taste him, feel the shape of him inside my mouth. Did he feel that way when he put his mouth on me? I want to wrench pleasure out of him, hear him moan and shout, feel him shake and crash.

I wrap a hand around the fat girth of him and he hisses.

“Rae.” His voice is broken, just from my touch. I shamelessly relish the power I seem to have over him. So what if he has the same power over me? I tighten my hold and he groans. “Fuck…”

“You asked what I want,” I whisper. “I want this. To touch you, taste you.”

“You’re killing me.”

“A good death, I hope.”

“I can’t… can’t lose control. And I will. It’s you, and it’s been way too long for me. Just…”

I remember with sudden clarity Tru speaking of Jai’s loneliness, his fear of infecting others with shadows. “What is it?”