Page 90 of The Wild Prince’s Favorite (The Dragon Empire Saga #3)

The clans were getting desperate for any kind of information to bring to the gathering.

She had spotted more and more spies in the mountains, keeping an eye on them and, for some, keeping an eye on her.

She knew what they saw, that she slept every night with the enemy, and that she had hours left before she had to go back.

At times she wondered if her father’s spies were confused by how well she was treated in the camp, allowed to wander around guarded by a dragon, cared for by a warrior, and fed like she was one of them.

She had no doubt they would have plenty of questions for her when she returned, so Alezya had been preparing for that too.

“...Alezya.”

Her gaze shifted from the mountains to Kassein, who’d appeared between the trees.

Alezya smiled, always surprised at how quiet a man his size managed to be.

Kein growled at its owner’s presence, but as usual, Kassein replied with a glare, and the dragon reluctantly walked away.

Alezya kept her eyes on the orange dragon until she felt strong arms wrap around her, and Kassein’s lips found her temple.

She smiled and turned around, lifting her hands to his nape.

His skin was warm, as usual, and covered by a thin layer of sweat.

“ You fought again, ” she noted.

“ With Kiera ,” he nodded.

His sister provoked him daily, and Alezya had a hard time discerning the times they were training from the times they were genuinely dueling and trying to harm the other.

Their fights were nearly as violent as the ones they had against the attacking clans, and the strength difference between the siblings and other warriors was like comparing a mountain to a hill.

Now, she no longer worried when she heard the sounds of a fight and merely checked if it was her own clan, but it seemed her father had chosen to bide his time until her return.

Which reminded Alezya her time with Kassein was coming to an end soon.

“I missed you,” she whispered in her language.

Whether he’d understood or not didn’t matter; she went on her toes to bring her lips to his. It was a gentle, chaste kiss, but it wasn’t enough.

They exchanged a short, loving look before Kassein closed his eyes and went for more, taking her mouth with his, pressing his tongue against the seam of her lips. She let out a faint moan, and he kept pushing her for more, hugging her and moving her until her back pressed against a thick tree.

Alezya’s body was heating up fast under his burning touch, and soon, she felt overdressed, pushing Kassein’s cloak off his shoulder to touch his torso directly.

His hands were caressing her nape and the curve of her back with a tenderness that didn’t match the passion of his kiss. He was holding back again.

Frustrated, Alezya replied to his kiss with even more hunger, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him toward her until there was no space left between their bodies, only clothes. She could feel Kassein’s body reacting, and she was desperately egging him on.

Emboldened by the prospect of their upcoming separation, Alezya drifted her lips from his mouth to his cheek, his jawline, his neck, his collarbone, down to his torso...

“ No .”

It had almost been a growl.

Alezya hadn’t even realized he’d trapped her wrists in one hand until he pressed them against his chest, gentle but firm enough she couldn’t move them.

“Kassein,” she whined again.

He ignored her, his lips taking hers again to silence her before he drifted to her neck. His warm breath against her skin, his gentle nibbling and sucking, everything was making her feel hotter and hotter, almost dizzy.

When his hands moved under her coat, Alezya couldn’t suppress another moan, aching for his touch, for his warmth to touch her there, anywhere. She felt his fingers dig feverishly through the layers of fabric, opening her coat, lifting her dress, and pulling down her pants roughly.

Soon enough, his warm palm was brushing her thighs, making her gasp.

“Kass—”

His name didn’t make it past her lips as he kissed her again, almost forcefully.

And she liked it. Alezya whimpered in pleasure as his kiss got more fervent, more pressing, more... beastly. Kassein wanted her. He was kissing her like she was a never ending craving, like he wanted to devour her whole.

She craned her neck as he towered over her, pressing her against the tree while his hand pulled on the thin fabric covering her mound.

He was barely leaving her room to breathe, let alone talk, and Alezya could hear her own moans filling the air alongside his growls.

She could feel his fingers, those thick, calloused, hot fingers assessing how wet she was, playing with her folds.

There was nowhere to run, no room to move, as his whole body covered her, the tree trunk pressed against her back.

Alezya cried out and jerked forward when, without warning, he pushed a finger inside. Balancing herself on her toes, she leaned her forehead on his shoulder, her breathing hoarse, his heat filling her from the inside.

“Kassein,” she whimpered. “Kassein... Please .”

He moved, rubbing inside, his thumb on her button, sending delicious sensations through her body and burning her from her stomach down. She felt his lips trail down her nape, nibbling her skin, spreading hot shivers down her spine.

She couldn’t tell when her coat had left her shoulders, only that her dress was exposing enough of her nape for Kassein to kiss and graze with his lips.

She had a hand on his nape, the other on his bicep, but she couldn’t find the strength to do anything but hold on tight because his finger was driving her mad.

He was stirring, rubbing, slicking in and out, and not giving her any rest. Alezya gasped against his shoulder, and next, she was crying out at the second finger spearing her.

And he moved again, not giving her a second to catch her breath, just filling her with shallow thrusts while she breathed hoarsely against his skin.

She had no room to think, and she had no strength to resist when his free hand grabbed the hair at the base of her neck and pulled her gently to incline her head at the perfect angle for another kiss before his lips vanished.

Alezya was still breathing hard with her mouth open and her lips wet when she opened her eyes to look for him and saw the man getting down on his knees in front of her.

“No,” she let out a panicked whisper. “Kassein, that’s...”

But she had little voice left and even less strength.

When his free hand slithered around her thigh, put her leg over his shoulder, and pressed her waist back against the tree, she couldn’t stop him.

His fingers hadn’t stopped moving, keeping her center hot, wet, and bothered, but it got worse when his tongue joined the assault.

Alezya didn’t even pretend to try and stop her cries; her stomach tightened, her legs trembled, and Kassein’s tongue was sending hot waves of pleasure to her core.

She looked down, and she had never seen green fire, but Kassein’s eyes were burning from between her legs, his gaze riveted on her and making it look like he was devouring her like a hungry beast. Alezya’s hands gripped his hair, his hand on her stomach, and she held on for dear life while he burned through her, his fingers and tongue relentless, his low growls of pleasure driving her insane.

She tried, she really tried to hold it in, but suddenly, pleasure burst, violent like a wave crashing against the rocks, unstoppable and inevitable.

Alezya cried out, tears coming to her eyes, her entire body shaking violently, and something sparkling behind her closed eyelids. It lasted seconds, long, painful, mind-blowing seconds, during which Kassein’s tongue didn’t let go, sucking her orgasm to its very end.

When the wave finally retreated, all strength leaving her, Alezya slowly fell against the tree, out of breath, her legs giving up. She felt Kassein’s strong arms catch her and his lips against her temple as she melted in his embrace.

Alezya woke up slowly, her entire body feeling languished, and she had no memory of getting back to Kassein’s dwelling.

She sat up and found herself feeling clean, a new dress on but her legs bare under the covers. She was alone again.

She let out a faint sigh, but got up, refusing to waste another day.

She had no idea how many hours she’d lost, but when she stepped outside of the leather shelter, her feet bare in the snow, a pressing feeling squeezed her heart.

They were running out of time. She was running out of time with Kassein, and she didn’t want to waste it.

The evening was cold, but she didn’t care; barefoot in the snow, she stepped around the habitation, hoping to find Kein, but the orange dragon was nowhere to be seen either. She frowned; it was a nice day and now evening. Were they all at dinner?

She was about to step back inside to search for shoes and a coat when she heard something. She turned around, hoping to find Kassein or his dragon, but instead, a man stood there.

Alezya stiffened with the instincts of a woman who knew what danger looked like.

He was clearly of the Dragon Clan, but she knew not all those men could be trusted like she did Kassein, and the way that man was staring at her was worse than a snow leopard sniffing prey; it was vicious.

She took a slow step back, but a blade appeared in the man’s hand.

He spoke, spitting words like a snake would venom, and although the only words she managed to grasp were Aqayir and woman , she didn’t need more to understand what he meant.

“No,” she breathed.

If she could face a dragon, she could face a man. Alezya refused to cower to that man, not when she had survived many hateful stares already.