Page 28 of Wings of Frost and Fury (Merciless Dragons #4)

Deep within myself I find the tether of my restraint, and I consciously release it. Groaning, I come, without anything touching me except a silky bit of her tongue. My seed spurts against her lips, into her mouth. It coats her tongue and drips onto the blanket, and still I keep coming.

Thelise tips her head back and circles my cock with her hand, feeding it deeper into her mouth. She’s swallowing my cum. That realization, coupled with the warm comfort of her hand around my shaft, makes the pleasure ten times stronger.

She finishes drinking me down, then polishes my tip with her tongue.

“Sit,” she says, and I collapse before her, utterly spent. She pulls my head against her breast, her fingers twining through my hair.

“That was beautiful,” she whispers. “ You are beautiful. ”

We fall back onto the blankets together. She’s weary from the spell, and I’ve been tired for weeks, exhausted by war. Sleep comes swiftly, burying us both.

When morning light pours into the cave, I wake first.

I feel my dragon form returning, like a jarring vibration through my system. There’s just enough time for me to leave the nest and return to the open space in the center of the cave. Then, with a surge of swift magic, I become a dragon again.

I arch my wings, extending them to assure myself that they’re functional. It’s a good feeling, being myself again—and yet I’m already looking forward to my next experience as a human.

Thelise sleeps for a while longer, while I grow increasingly nervous about the impending confrontation with the dragon princes. I have no doubt they’ll arrive soon and demand an explanation, and I don’t want her to be unprepared when they arrive.

At last I wake her with repeated nudges of my nose.

“You should get up,” I tell her. “Varex and Kyreagan will arrive at any moment.”

“Fuck, I slept longer than I meant too.” She rubs her eyes and stumbles out of the nest. She goes to a back corner of the cave to piss, and I clean it up with frost-fire when she’s done. After that, she fills a large cup with a great deal of wine, declaring that it will make her feel better.

While she puts on her clothes and splashes clean water on her face, I prowl at the entrance of the cave.

“Don’t act so nervous,” Thelise says. “You’re making me nervous.”

“Are you not afraid?”

“Of the dragon princes? No.” She gulps more of the wine. “Either I will protect myself, or you will.”

I cast her an irritated look. “You make it sound easy.”

“You’re bigger than Kyreagan or Varex. ”

“Varex is not violent, but Kyreagan can be,” I growl in response. “He is stronger than he looks, and he is the clan leader. No one should challenge him lightly.”

She sighs, and the sound is raw with frustration. “Maybe I fucked up and gave you Haljax’s cowardice along with his face.”

I whirl around, shock striking a cold spear through my heart. “What did you say?”

For the first time, I see a glint of fear in her eyes.

“Nothing,” she says.

“You gave me someone’s face? Who?”

She backs away as I advance on her. “Just… someone.”

“A human.”

“Yes.”

“A man you fucked?”

She sucks in a breath and glances away from me.

With one swift movement of my forepaw, I sweep her legs from under her. Before she can rise, I pounce, pinning her to the ground on her back.

“You made me look like one of your human lovers? A man from your past?” I snarl. “Who was he? Did you love him?”

“No,” she gasps. Lightning from her fingers dances against my claws, but I ignore it. It barely tingles.

I hold her down, careful not to put too much weight on her ribcage. Thelise lets her lightning dissipate, realizing that it doesn’t affect me. She lies there, arms outspread, her body entirely at my mercy.

“Do you understand how that makes me feel?” I growl. “Knowing that you gave me the face of a man you desired? Perhaps you still desire him. Perhaps you never wanted me at all.”

“That’s not true,” she says breathlessly. “My feelings for you are deeper than your form, Ashvelon. It’s not your face—it’s you , whether you wear scales or flesh. Even like this, as a dragon, I find you so fucking desirable. ”

My voice deepens to a rumble. “Is that so?” My claws curl into the neckline of her dress, tugging it lower.

Frost-fire burns at the back of my throat, a by-product of my anger, and yet there’s heat of another kind in me, too.

Despite what she has done, I still want her with a lust that’s inexpressibly powerful.

I can feel my cock hardening, prodding at the opening of my genital slit, nearly exposing itself.

A storm of black wings and claws crash onto the ledge of my cave. Kyreagan, Prince of Ouroskelle, stands in the entrance, with the woman he captured on his back. She looks astonished at the way I’m pinning Thelise.

I move backward off Thelise with a chagrined snort, willing my cock to stay in its hiding place. A few more moments, and the situation would have been very embarrassing for me.

“Oh god,” says the girl on Kyreagan’s back. “Was he about to kill her or fuck her?”

“I was wondering that myself,” the enchantress quips, rising from the ground. “Hello there. I’m Thelise.”