Page 91 of The Mating Claim

“Have you?” She slid her arms around him, feeling the strength of his erection against her belly. “Maybe we should test thistheory.”

And so theydid.

After making love,he excused himself, saying he had to attend to dragon business. First he made certain she had on herswimsuit.

Bored, she went into the house, showered, and then went walking on thebeach.

Two male dragons, sunning themselves, gave her the once-over. She sat on the sand to chat with them. They struck up a conversation about places todine.

Until an infuriated wizard popped up, glowering at them. The male dragons cringed, and then fled, scrambling to collect theirpossessions.

Lacey scowled as Drust accompanied her back to the house. “Was thatnecessary?”

They reached the pool and his frowndeepened.

“I do not like you talking with those males. That is not why I allowed Others on this beach, Lacey.” Drust narrowed his eyes. “You do not know theirintentions.”

He sounded like a possessive, arrogant male. She tilted her head. “I’m not stupid, Drust. It was justconversation.”

“And they thought otherwise. Why else would they try to trespass? They were… what is the term Tristan uses? Yes, sniffing around you, males smelling a ripefemale.”

“That’s pretty pedestrian, even for the Silver Wizard. I’m not a ripefemale.”

“You have no idea what allure you present to lusty males, Lacey. Do not question me onthis.”

“Oh?” Lacey gave her sweetest smile. “You know something, wizard? You’re allwet.”

Before he could react, she pushed him. Hard. Drust sailed backward into the pool and landed in the water with a hugesplash.

He rose from the pool like a mythical Poseidon, dripping, his hair curled and droplets sparkling in his long eyelashes. His face, notsmiling.

“Hey, you’re right.” She tapped her finger on her chin. “Your hair is really curly, especially whenwet.”

Up the pool steps he climbed, a menacing stalk toward her. “You shall pay for this,” hegrowled.

Laughing, she darted past the opened sliding glass doors. “Have to catch me first! Those are therules!”

Lacey raced up the steps, into her bedroom and slammed the door, locking it shut. Panting, she leaned against it, grinning. This wasfun.

Drust materialized inside the bedroom. Still wet. Stillscowling.

“Aw damn, not fair. You don’t play by therules!”

“I… never… play… by the rules.” And then he pounced on her in a swift, smooth move, and tossed her on the bed, where she sprawled on herback.

Drust levered himself on her, still soaking wet, pinning her wrists to the mattress. He began kissing her neck, and then his knee came up to rub between her legs, creating an electrifying pleasure. Lacey laughed and wriggled, desperate to touch him back, but he gave her no quarter. She was his prisoner, and he could do with her whatever hepleased.

Right now she had the delicious sensation he planned to please…verymuch.

“Okay, okay, uncle!” sheyelled.

He raised his head. “I am not your relative. Youruncle.”

“It means surrender you goofywizard!”

“Surrender. Hmm. I shall accept on my terms.” That dangerous, sexy smile again, filled with sensual promise. “I get to do with you whatever Iwish.”

Breath hitching, she stared up at him. “Okay.”