Page 85 of The Wild Prince’s Favorite (The Dragon Empire Saga #3)

He lifted his eyes from his bowl, and she wiped some of the soup off the corner of his lips.

Kassein let out a faint sigh, put his bowl aside, and quickly grabbed her hand, pulling Alezya onto his lap. Her empty bowl got knocked off the bed, but neither cared.

Instead, Alezya put her hands on his shoulders, all too aware of the heat of his body, the too-thin piece of fabric between them, and his gaze looking up at her as she was above him.

There was something in the way Kassein looked at her that made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, his green eyes filled with something that looked like pure adoration.

She cupped his jawline with her hands, her thumbs rubbing his spiky cheeks while she leaned in for a kiss.

First, a quick, chaste one, and then, a more passionate, deeper kiss.

The way his warmth spread to her was intoxicating.

It was like hot lava was poured onto her skin everywhere he touched, triggering a wave of warmth in her stomach.

Even more shameful was the way her nether regions reacted, immediately feeling hot, ticklish, and bothered, begging to be touched too.

Alezya gently rocked her body against his without thinking as they kept kissing, and the heat increased again when his hands ventured under the fabric.

She gasped as his hands cupped her butt, crawled up her spine, caressed her thighs. There was a snowstorm outside, but she was sweating, dripping with desire. His heat was taking her over like a fire, almost making her drunk on that feeling. She wanted more .

“Kassein,” she whimpered against his lips.

He let out a groan and pressed her against him some more. Alezya shivered upon feeling the bump in his pants, tightening the leather against her thigh...

“Kassein,” she insisted with a shake in her voice, almost begging.

His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, and suddenly, he laid her on her back with him above her.

A hot shiver ran through her spine as she was basically caged underneath him between his arms, but before she could kiss him again, Kassein moved his lips even further down, pulling on the shirt and pressing his lips between her breasts.

She gasped and arched her back in response.

His hands moved to her hips, caressing up and down her legs, cupping her ass, rendering her crazy with their warmth.

She didn’t need any blankets or clothes, not when Kassein covered and caressed her like that.

She was feverish, burning with desire, and willing to beg for more.

As Kassein’s chin kept pulling on the shirt’s fabric, she grunted and quickly grabbed the hem to pull it above her head, getting rid of it.

She heard him loudly gasp and, with a bit of satisfaction, caught him red-handed, staring at her breasts. That was one asset she felt rather proud about, and to see it had some effect on Kassein made her feel even more desirable.

He let out a heavy sigh, and his mouth went straight for the left one, making her moan audibly. She knew her chest pleased men, but she had never realized it could have them please her too.

The way Kassein licked, sucked, and teased her with his tongue was doing something to her stomach and lower region, and she heard herself breathe louder, unable to keep quiet as his other hand fondled the right one.

And then she realized; he had to feel it. He had to feel how full her breasts were, unused as they should have been to feed her daughter.

She blushed, waiting for him to react, but he didn’t. His lips moved, kissing her breasts and ignoring the liquid that dripped slowly from them, or licking some of it. She didn’t say anything, and neither did he.

He knew , she thought. He knew, and he didn’t care.

Kassein kept fondling her, ignoring how wet his hands had gotten, ignoring the liquid that continued to flow until it was but a slow drip. And that was all the confirmation and relief she needed.

Her entire body was moving under his hands, unable to stay still, unable not to react to the ways he touched her. She had a hand gripping his hair and the other scouring his back, her fingers caressing his warm skin and finding some scaled scars.

She could have paused to wonder what had caused those if she had found any room to think at all, but her whole mind was completely subjected to his hands and mouth.

When his lips moved from her breast to her stomach, she gasped, wondering where his tongue was headed as it kept going down, past her navel, her waist, and then—

“Kassein!” she gasped, lifting her head from the mattress.

The burning gaze he sent her from between her legs could have set an entire forest ablaze.

“Kassein, no,” she muttered, embarrassed but without conviction.

He ignored her protest and instead, gave a lick that sent a hot shiver throughout her entire body.

Alezya let out a moan, and without waiting, he buried his face between her legs and had his tongue moving against her lips, teasing her button, alternating shallow licks, heavenly kisses, and sucking.

There was nothing she could have done to stop the sounds that came out of her mouth as he was full-on eating her like she was his last meal.

Her body tried to move involuntarily under the excruciatingly sweet torture, but Kassein wrapped an arm around her leg and pressed a hand on her abdomen while the other held her thigh, his large palm pressing it against his shoulder.

She had nowhere to escape from his obscene mouth nor his burning gaze, so instead, she tried to close her eyes, but it was almost worse with only the sounds.

Now she wished the wind had been blowing stronger because the sounds his tongue made were driving her crazy.

“Kassein,” she whimpered his name again and again, her voice half-broken.

He kept going, his tongue relentlessly licking, sucking, diving, and even his stubble caressing her skin was too much.

She felt one of his hands leave her thigh while the other had his thumb move to press circles on her button, driving her even more insane.

Now, his thumb and tongue were working in unison, and she was feeling that sensation climbing up, building up in sweet tension. She glanced to the side and realized his hand was moving... He was touching himself.

This was what broke the dam. Something about Kassein pleasuring himself while pleasuring her made the last strand snap, and she exploded.

Alezya felt the sensation suddenly rage through her, taking her by surprise and overloading all her senses.

She couldn’t stop the throaty, short whimper that came out of her mouth, nor the violent trembling, nor the way it just poured over her in waves.

It hit a violent high and then came down slowly, leaving her out of breath, numb, and exhausted.

She lay on the bed in a post-orgasmic daze, slightly out of breath, until she heard a low, short grunt. A few seconds later, Kassein moved back up the bed to loom over her again, and she hooked a hand around his neck to bring him down for a long, languid kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.

Then, Kassein put a quick kiss on her temple and pulled a blanket over her before he left the bed.

Alezya wished he’d laid in bed with her, but she was too tired to protest, so she just pressed her cheek against the pillows and watched as he picked up the bowl she’d knocked over to put it aside and began cleaning himself.

He just used a wet cloth and some of that scented stone paste, but watching him trace every line of his naked torso was quite a delightful sight, and when he caught her biting her lip, he smirked, making her blush.

He then grabbed one of the blades and began shaving himself, although his beard had barely started to regrow. Was it because she said she liked him better without it?

She didn’t miss a single one of his movements and watched him until he was done, rinsing the blade and his freshly shaved cheeks. Next, he put some water on to boil again and stepped out to throw the dirty water away.

She hadn’t taken time to think about it before, but the Dragon Clan’s habitations were a marvel.

Kassein’s was bigger than some of the caves her people lived in.

Plus, they even had a hole to let the fire’s smoke leave without killing them, but it was never windy or cold inside.

It probably had something to do with the mountain shape of that structure.

“My father would kill to see this,” she muttered.

Her voice got Kassein’s attention, and he returned to her side, sitting on the side of the bed and combing her hair with his fingers.

“ Tired? ”

She nodded.

“You tired me, ” she smiled.

“ Good .”

There was something adorable about how proud he looked of himself, and she smiled.

Their conversation wasn’t perfect yet, but it was enough to understand each other now, and she loved that.

She knew her pronunciation and how she pronounced the sentences were probably still awkward, but she was just grateful she could convey what she meant now.

“ Talk to me ,” she said, “ or I’ll sleep again .”

“You don’t sleep?”

“No. I talk with you.”

“Talk about what?”

She thought for a second. She didn’t want to pry for information, she hated anything that could be something her father would want to know, but she was curious herself.

“Kein is your dragon.”

“Yes.”

“Kiki is Kiera dragon?”

“Yes.”

“Your brothers and sisters. They have dragons too?”

“Yes. Four brothers and three sisters, seven dragons. With Kein, eight dragons.”

“Eight dragons...”

“ One sister and one brother have babies too. Babies have baby dragons too. Lots of baby dragons, ” he chuckled.

That was a scary thought. Her clan had only seen a handful of them, but as it turned out, there were at least twice as many dragons they didn’t know about.

.. although she couldn’t help but be curious about what baby dragons looked like.

From the size of those nests she had seen in his home, they probably once were as tiny as snow leopard cubs.

“Father dragon too?”