Dragon Soul(42)

"It doesn't matter," he snapped, his entire body rigid. "Just run!"

"But there isn't really anywhere private to go that others couldn't  find," I pointed out. "Assuming, that is, that you'll want to have wild,  steamy dragon sex as soon as you catch me. If you tell me where you  want to find me, I can go there and wait."

An odd mixture of frustration, anguish, and humor twisted across his  face. He closed his eyes and I could see his lips move as he silently  counted to twelve. "Run, Sophea. Anywhere. Just run if you want me to  survive the next few minutes."

"Gotcha."

I left the room, and this time made it to the upper floor before I  paused, trying to decide if it was worth enraging him to ask if he  wanted me to lead him on a chase through the ship before ending up in  our shared room.

"The only stupid question is the one not asked," I told myself, and  returned to our floor. I had just put my hand on the doorknob when the  door was yanked open, Rowan standing in the doorway, his eyes blazing,  and half the room alight with dragon fire.

"RUN!" he roared, and I swear to the goddess the glass in the portholes  rattled. His image seemed to shimmer and blur, just the way the air did  before the First Dragon showed up. And for a fraction of a second, for a  fraction of that fraction, Rowan's image shifted to that of a red  dragon. It was so quick that I wondered if I had even seen it.

My brain didn't wonder. It registered the fact that there was an  impossibly scary thing roaring and smoking and setting fire to  everything right there in front of me, and instantly I was running,  racing down the hallway, leaping down flights of stairs so fast it was  all a blur to me.

All my mind knew was that something big and bad was out there, and I was in its sights.

The very bottom level of the ship was given over to the engines, the  electrical works, and things like a minuscule laundry and a kitchen. As I  tore down the hallways, careening around corners, I scattered apologies  behind me to all the ship's staff whom I crashed into. My ears were  deafened to all but one sound: Rowan.

I heard him even as I ran up the employees' staircase at the aft of the  ship, a small, narrow, dimly lit metal structure that heightened the  sound of a man pounding down the passage behind me.

It was exhilarating, this chase, and yet at the same time scary as hell.  I wanted to tell Rowan to stop it instantly, while begging him to do it  every single night. I was just wondering how long it would take me to  get back up to our cabin when I rounded a corner and caught sight of a  figure just behind me.

I screamed and flung myself at the nearest door, which was, luckily,  unlocked. I slammed it behind me, and looked wildly around the room for  somewhere to hide. There was only one light on in the adjacent bathroom,  leaving the rest of the room dim. It was one of the lower cost cabins,  containing two bunks, a tiny little round table, and two suitcases  neatly stacked one on top of the other.

That's all I saw before the door was thrown open with enough force that  it left a mark on the wall. Rowan stood silhouetted in the doorway for a  moment before stalking in. I jumped when he slammed the door shut  behind him, and backed up as he approached, alternately watching him and  desperately trying to find an avenue of escape.

"There is none," he said, obviously guessing my thoughts. "You're mine now. I claim you."

My inner wyvern's mate squealed with happiness. The primitive part of my  brain was telling me to run. I bumped up against the wall, swallowing  hard when he took two big steps and then was at me, his body pressing me  against the cool, smooth wooden panel.         

     



 

"Rowan," I said, hiccupping back a laugh. "We can't do this here."

"Why not?" he said in what was more or less a growl. A sexy growl, one I felt to the tips of my toenails.

"Because this isn't our cabin. We can't have sex in someone else's bed.  That's just rude. You wouldn't want someone to do that to us."

The light from the bathroom slanted across his face. He frowned as he  thought about that, then grabbed me by the waist, and hoisted me upward,  using his body to hold me into place. "Then we'll do it standing up."

A little quiver of excitement ran through me-oh, who was I fooling, by  now my entire body was one giant erogenous zone, just waiting for Rowan  to touch me. I grabbed his shoulders, and pulled my knees up, hoisting  myself a little higher when he placed my legs around his hips.

"This is going to have to be quick," he said in the same low, rough  voice that seemed to stroke across my skin like velvet. "I hope you're  ready."

"I was ready ten minutes ago. Eons ago. I've been ready for you since  the dawn of-Rowan!" He ripped off my underwear, just grabbed it with  both hands and snapped the narrow straps, letting the material fall to  the floor. "That's my only undies!"

"You can go without," he mumbled, working on his fly.

"Are you crazy? I can't go commando. Not with the short skirts-hooo, Nelly!"

He thrust into me with one smooth, forceful move that left my entire  body quivering in pleasure, my intimate muscles doing a little shimmy of  welcome and basically singing songs of praise about Rowan.

"I'm sorry. I just can't …  you don't know what the chase does …  I have to …   tell me you don't need more time," he said in a near pleading voice. "I  don't think I can stop."

I flexed my hips, the better to accommodate him, and bit the tendon on  his neck. "Go, baby, go. Oh yes, just like that. I think …  I think … " And  that was the point where I stopped thinking and just let my instincts  take over. My body moved with his until he tensed up, his face buried in  my neck when he yelled his pleasure. That pushed me over the edge as  well, and I clung to him, reveling in the exquisite waves of pleasure  that rippled outward.

We stayed like that for what seemed like an endless amount of time  before Rowan finally lifted his head, his chest still heaving as he  panted, "You're going to kill me if you do that again."

"Me?" I asked, unlocking my legs and regaining my feet. I had to cling  to him for a few minutes while they turned from jellied blobs to solid  form. "All I did was show you a watch. You are the one who turned into a  wild man in the bedroom. And it's not even our bedroom. Oh hell, it's  on fire, too."

He grinned at me and stooped to pick up my underwear before stamping out  the fire that burned in concentric rings around us. "I believe we're  going to have to have a ban on gold objects until I can better handle my  reaction to it. I'm sorry about your panties. And the wall."

I took my undies from him and stuffed them up my sleeve. "I'll see if I can't repair them. What wall?"

He pointed behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and did a double take at the black shape burned into the wood.

"Oh hell, that's me, isn't it?"

His smile was one of pure satisfaction when he took my hand and led me from the room. "When we do it, we do it properly."

"Uh huh. And how are we going to explain that to the cabin's occupants?"

He gave me a roguish look, kissing my fingers as he said, "If they say anything, I'll offer to pay for a new cabin, all right?"

"All right, but stop swaggering around like having sex so hot you burned  my shape right into the wall is a point of pride. We're never going to  be able to have nice things if we keep burning them up every time we  make love."





Fifteen




I would like to report that the two days following that memorable chase  were uneventful, but that wouldn't be even remotely true. The next day  started benignly enough, though: Rowan texted everyone he had ever heard  of and several to which he'd received referrals.

Mrs. P did much to enrage me by sashaying around in a manner intended to aggravate me. And aggravate she did.

"Why do you look at me that way?" she asked, flipping her waist-length  hair back with a practiced move. "It's not like I told your man to leave  you."

I pursed my lips. She wore a fairy costume, complete with gossamer  wings, nearly see-through low-cut bodice and skirt, and a bag of glitter  she called her fairy dust.         

     



 

"For one, that costume you're almost wearing was supposed to be mine. We  agreed that you'd be the cheerleader and I'd get to be the fairy." I  gestured down to my cheerleader pleated miniskirt and cotton sweater.  "I'm too chubby for this outfit. Your skirt is longer."

"But it suits me much better. See? My bosom is perkier than yours now."

She had a point, damn her. I made a mental note to ask the laundry if  they'd managed to clean the Xena outfit yet. Thus far, they'd taken  their own sweet time cleaning the items we had daily taken to them. I  shook a pom-pom at her. "And for another thing, I saw you trying to  score a few points with Rowan earlier. I didn't appreciate it, and if  you try it again, you'll find your lovely long hair tied in a knot  around your throat."