Lucy’s eyes widened as she leaned even closer to him. “More.”
Well, she asked for it.
Her breath went out in an amazed whoosh as he let his wings unfurl behind him. He could barely open them halfway in this confining room.
“Oh my gosh.” Her eyes filled with tears but he knew she wasn’t scared.
She reached out to touch his scales but he immediately sheathed them. Her hand landed on the human skin of his arm.
“The scales are sharp,” he explained, his voice gruff. She hadn’t moved her hand from his arm. She trailed it up to his shoulder.
“You’re beautiful,” she said.
He blinked his eyes roughly and when he opened them, they were human again. His wings folded up and disappeared. He was to his full human form again. “Not beautiful. Fierce. Scary.”
“Very beautiful,” she disagreed.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said, before he could stop himself. Her face was so close to his and he was hyperaware of her hand on his shoulder.
“Nah,” she said, her eyes searching his. “I get ‘cute’ a lot. In a chubby way. But not beautiful.”
His brain fogged over in angry confusion. “You’re not chubby. You’re a woman. With all the stuff a woman is supposed to have.” He gestured to her chest and ass. He quickly dropped his hand. This was not going as planned.
She cocked her head to one side and finally let her hand fall away from his shoulder.
“That’s not the general consensus. Most people-”
He cut her off by grabbing her hand and placing it back on his shoulder. He didn’t want her to keep talking like that. He took her other hand and brought it around her back so she wouldn’t get any more ideas of touching him elsewhere. He would snap if she did that. But their fingers tangled behind her back. He allowed himself that much.
“Most people are fucking idiots,” he said gruffly. “I’m not most people. And I say you’re fucking gorgeous.”
She let out a loud breath, just a kiss away from being a moan. She licked her lips. He pretty much wanted to fuck her mouth with his mouth.
He mentally shook himself. Control, control, control.
She was not his to touch. She was the King’s. She wiggled a little in his grasp, like she wanted to get closer to him. And he couldn’t close himself off completely.
He leaned into her neck and deeply inhaled her scent. It was warm and made his mouth water, something he couldn’t quite place.
“So goddamn hot, I’ve been hard since you came through the portal.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lucy looked down and gaped. Wow, he wasn’t lying. That gigantic bulge was promising. Very promising. She licked her lips.
Considering how much stress she was under, she was pretty surprised at how wet she’d gotten from being alone with him. But there was no denying the warmth moving down her thighs. She pressed them together against the ache and his eyes tracked the movement.
Alright. Game time. She tried to tug her hand from where he had it pinned behind her back, but he held it fast.
She struggled a little more and his eyes darted to hers. This time she really yanked her arm but he just clamped her against him, pinning her. Her nipples pulled tight and beaded against the lace of her bra as she quickly shifted her legs so that they circled his waist. Her dress strained around her open thighs.
His nostrils flared as she watched him. A feral lust flashed across his face and something deep inside of her clenched. She started to bring her mouth to his but he held her away.
“We can’t do that.” His voice was clipped and strained.
She tried to kiss him again, squeezing her legs around his waist and drawing his face with her free hand. His eyes closed and she could taste his breath on her lips. But again, he jerked his face away. This time he grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and held them up over her head.
“Hatchling...” he growled.
She quickly shifted her weight and took him by surprise, toppling them backwards. She leaned in again but he deftly rolled them over so that she was on her back, legs around his waist and arms pinned above her head. She felt her breasts press against the top of her dress. She glanced down to see if they’d popped out and he followed her gaze down.
“Fuck,” he swore, dropping his head to her shoulder. “You are so unbelievably sexy.” He lifted his head and looked down at her.
“We can’t do this,” he said again, but his hips thrust slightly forward, his bulge rubbing firmly against her wet, aching center.
“Fuck,” she said, dropping her head back and grinding herself against him. “We can definitely do this.”
He thrust against her again and groaned. She bit her lip and met him. If he kept going just like that, she would come apart in about T minus 10 seconds.