“No,” he said as she moved to stand back up. “Stay bent. Let me look at you.” He could have looked for an hour, but she wiggled just a tiny bit and he knew she was getting needy.
“The bra,” he bit out. “Face me.”
Lucy instantly stripped off her bra and turned around. And there were no words. She wasn’t just hot. This was the most attractive woman he’d ever seen. He couldn’t have dreamed her up if he’d tried. Wouldn’t have believed someone if they’d described her. Each curve was so extreme, so soft and feminine. She was made to be naked.
“Clothes are a crime against humanity,” he murmured.
She shifted on her feet. She was as ready as he was.
“Sit on the bed and spread your legs.”
In complete control of the sexiest situation of his life, he and his cock were currently best friends and mortal enemies. As he watched her, he had to stroke himself, at least once.
Her eyes followed the movement of his hand over his pants and she licked her lips.
“I could help you with that,” she said in a voice husky with lust.
He shook his head. “No. That’s not what you’re gonna do.” He leaned forward in the chair, his own stupid fucking code of honor the only thing keeping him there. “What you’re gonna do, is fuck that hand.”
Her eyes dilated and he knew she liked that plan.
“First, I want you to show me how wet you are.” He could barely get the words out. “I want to see those fingers disappear inside you.”
A bomb could have gone off in the room and he still wouldn’t have been able to look away from Lucy’s fingers as they came between her spread legs. Gently she parted herself and he could see just how wet and ready she was. For him. He leaned forward even further in his chair, like his body was trying to make his brain do what it wanted. What it needed.
He felt her gaze on his face but he couldn’t look away from her pussy. He was rewarded when her middle finger sank into her wetness.
“Oh, god.” Her back arched off the bed and he realized that she was so close it wasn’t going to take much to put her over the edge.
She slid her ring finger in to join the first and she moaned, her head thrashing from one side to the other.
“Do it, Lucy,” he growled.
She followed directions. She held her hand still but started to work her hips up and down on it. Suddenly she propped herself up on her other arm to give herself some purchase. She really started to ride the hand between her legs. Her head fell back on a moan. He watched in fascination as she brushed her thumb across her clit, once, twice.
Her body began to tense.
“Tell me if you’re going to come,” he snarled.
“I’m gonna come,” she said instantly.
And if he thought he’d gone off the deep end before, he truly lost it now. His body would not let him stay in the chair. Something about her was calling out to him, screaming out for him. It was in her scent, her moans, the way she looked in the candlelight.
Something old and buried deep was waking up in Amos. Something he’d never known was in him was calling out to her too. It was turning him into an animal. It was the way he felt when he was in dragon form. It was screaming for him to be there when she came. To touch her into it. He suddenly knew, in his bones, that it would go against the laws of nature for her orgasm to disappear into the air.
He needed to swallow it. To make it his and only his. That orgasm belonged to him.
Up from his chair in a flash, he gently batted her hand away from herself. He barely registered her surprise as he grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her down the bed toward him. He knelt down in between her legs. And stared her in the eyes as he lowered his mouth to her.
CHAPTER NINE
Lucy awoke with a start. She was completely naked and covered over in a –surprise surprise- heavy velvet blanket. She wasn’t confused or disoriented. She was in the fucking dragon fortress.
She was a little surprised to be alone though. Last she thing she knew the hottest, most talented mouth she’d ever experienced was bringing her to the most powerful orgasm of her life. Immediately afterward every bit of her energy had melted away. The fatigue, fear, and intensity of the day had caught up to her. And as he stroked the tension out of her body with his mouth, she’d fallen into a dark sleep.
She peered around the dim room. She wanted to call out for him but she realized she didn’t even know his name.
“Oh my god,” she lowered her face into her palm. Asking him was going to be extremely embarrassing.
“Miss?” a small voice came from the corner and startled the crap out of Lucy.
She tugged the sheet up to cover herself and tried to see through the darkness to whoever had spoken. “Who’s there?”