The Dragon's Vamp(9)

“A part of me I guess.”

Leaning forward he kissed her softly. “Baby, this is going to be new to me as well. Like I said, I wasn’t exactly a saint. You are, however, the first woman to ever grace my bedroom with her presence. Well, outside of my mother, sister, and housekeeper. No female I’ve slept with has ever been here. I need a little time myself to acclimate to us.” Leaning back, he met her gaze. “You don’t snore do you?”

Mari chuckled as she smacked a kiss on his lips. “No. Well, only when I’m really tired. But I don’t drool and I like the right side.”

“Perfect, I’m a lefty. Now let’s get you in the tub.”

Mari stood and let him help her take her clothing off. “Um, just because we’re not…you know, going through the bonding ceremony right away, doesn’t mean you want to wait, to well, you know.”

Rhys’ brow lifted. “The Sex Kitten of Shangri-la can’t say sex?” he chuckled.

Mari slapped his arm as she lifted her shirt. “Remind me to smack Triton for his big mouth.” Once the shirt was off, she noticed where his gaze was and turned to look in the huge mirror. Her eyes went to the black ink dragon tattoo starting on her right shoulder and going down across her back with its tail ending right above her belly button. “Does it bother you?”

“Hell no.” Cupping her shoulder his fingers trailed down, following the art.

“You’re hard aren’t you?”

“Hell ya.”

Mari smiled as she backed up, rubbing her bottom against his groin, his hands going to her hips to stop her as he groaned.

“No, not tonight. I promised you a hot bath and a glass of wine, and you’re tired. I can see how pale you are right now and when I take you as mine,” he lowered his mouth to her ear, meeting her eyes in the mirror, “I want you fully charged.”

Take her as his—damn, now her panties were wet. “Don’t talk like that unless you want to do something about it. It’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate with anyone.”

Rhys smiled as he backed up. “Yes, ma’am.”

Mari took her pants off as he started the water, her eyes widening when he turned to her. His blue eyes were glowing translucent as his fangs descended.

“I can smell your arousal. I need to go, sweet, before I attack you.”

“Don’t forget my wine,” she called out as he quick-stepped out of the room.

* * * *

Mari groaned as she rolled over in the warm comfortable bed. Stretching her arms out above her as she stretched her body, a soft smile played on her lips as an arm went around her waist. “Morning.”

“Don’t you mean afternoon?”

“What?” Rolling over she noticed that he was fully dressed. “What time is it?”

“Twelve-thirty.”

“Oh crap,” she exclaimed, tossing the comforter aside. “I’m late. I promised Livi I’d train her today.”

Rhys grabbed her, bringing her back down to the bed. “She’s here. She came with Drake and the Elders to talk with Triton.”

“There was a meeting and no one woke me up?”

Rhys moved to lay over her and smiled. “You needed the rest, sweet. You didn’t even budge when Triton came up here booming about how you still had panties on and didn’t take his advice to get laid last night.”

Mari scoffed at his grin. “Uh, that idiot.”

“Don’t worry,” he said as he lowered his mouth to kiss her neck. “I made him feel guilty, telling him if you hadn’t expelled so much energy calling him I would have gotten a piece last night.”

Mari chuckled then moaned when he nibbled on a sensitive area of her neck. “Oh I like that.”

“Mmmm.” Mari’s hips came up and her breathing deepened when he bit her a little harder. “Am I allowed to bite you?” he breathed as his eyes changed.

Her lips parted on a silent moan as the smoothness of his descending fangs caressed her skin. “No, not right away. Not until I…” her breathing hitched when his hand cupped her pussy. “Oh damn, Rhys.”

“You smell so good,” he groaned. “Like an exotic spice and bright warm sunlight mixed together.”

Her hands moved to the front of his pants, his moan filling her ear as she lightly caressed his hard cock. Her knuckles slid down it as she lowered his zipper, and her back arched as he rubbed her clit. They both froze with a knock on the door.

“What?” Rhys yelled.

“My lord, young Olivia is inquiring as to Ms. Mari’s wakefulness, and Prince Triton is—egging her on if I shall say, sir.”