Page 75 of Taste of Thorns

Clare wags her finger at him. “That wasn’t polite.”

“Also, she has a boyfriend,” Fly says.

“Yeah,” Clare says sounding deflated.

“Oh dear.” Fly crosses his arms over his chest as I lean my weight against Blaze and tickle his sternum. “Trouble in paradise?”

“I don’t know,” Clare mutters. “Damian is lovely. Really lovely. But this dragon seems to show more enthusiasm in me than Damian does sometimes.”

“You want Damian to slurp all over you, do you, Clare Bear?”

“He hasn’t done any slurping at all,” she says, adjusting her glasses.

“Hmmm,” Fly says, adopting an unimpressed expression. “If we’re talking about cunnilingus, then that is not good. Not good at all. The man needs to buck up his ideas.”

“Have you asked him to go down on you?” I ask my friend.

She chews on her lip. “Well, no, but he hasn’t shown any enthusiasm.”

“Trust me, most men need a little help, a little instruction,” Fly says. “He probably doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing. Especially as your womanly parts,” he waves directly towards Clare’s groin area, “are so damn confusing!”

“They are not!” I snort.

“Really? I bet you nine out of ten men couldn’t tell you where the clitoris ends and the elbow starts.”

I roll my eyes. “That probably says more about the sex education in the realm than anything else. Anyway,” I say to Clare, “talk to him about it.”

“How?” she exclaims, making Blaze puff out smoke from his nostrils.

“Open your mouth, waggle your tongue,” Fly says.

“I don’t know what I’d say.”

“How about – please put your mouth on my pussy and get to work?” Fly offers up.

“That’s so direct.” Clare cringes.

“Yeah, and sometimes it’s best to be direct. No cause for confusion or misunderstanding.”

“And what if he says no?”

“Then you should really consider if you still want to be with this dude.”

“He’s lovely.”

“Then I’m sure he will oblige.” Fly eyes the dragon. “And if he doesn’t, I have a feeling this dragon here will definitely be up for it. He certainly has the hots for you.”

“Fly, that is gross,” Clare says.

“Is it? Briony’s done it with a wolf.”

“I have not,” I say.

“Really? Dray Eros is crazy and crazy for you. Plus, I heard on the grapevine that it’s one of his things.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“He’s been looking for a girl willing to go at it with him in wolf form. And, apparently, although most girls would do about anything to get with Dray Eros, they won’t do that.”