Warriors of Wind and Ash - Page 100

“I’m sure he’ll appear again, at the worst of times,” grumbles Kyreagan. “Perhaps I’ll hunt him down someday and make him pay for his part in all this.”

“But not now. Not anytime soon.” I rub his chest through the open shirt. “Let’s go back to the fortress. Maybe Thelise has finished whatever she’s doing, and we can go home. I’m getting ridiculously excited about seeing the eggs. Is that strange?”

“Not at all.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m excited, too. They should be nearly ready to hatch, if they haven’t already.”

“I can’t wait to meet them! Although that means we’ll be having less sex.”

“Why?” Kyreagan asks innocently.

I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Because we can’t have sex in front of our children.”

“During the mating heat, quarter-century dragons often see their parents mating with other dragons,” he counters. “At least, that’s what I’ve been told. And parents see their children mating as well. It’s a joyful experience.”

“Eww, no. No, no no.” I wrinkle my nose. “For one thing, quarter-century dragons are primes at that point—adults, not hatchlings. And even then, I think it’s gross. You’re a human as well as a dragon now, Ky. Trust me—having sex in front of little ones would be deeply disturbing for everyone. Just think about it.”

At first I think he’s going to argue the point with me—but realization dawns slowly on his face, and his eyes widen.

“You’re right,” he says hoarsely. “That would be wrong.”

“Yes. When we want to fuck, we’ll have to find some privacy. Maybe a nearby cave or something…”

“I have an idea,” he interjects, his eyes alight.

“Maybe ask me about it first, before you do it?” I wince at him playfully. “Just to be safe.”

“Of course. We’ll discuss it at home.”

I half expect him to strip off his clothes again and fly me back to the fortress, but he holds out his hand. “Walk back with me?”

I slip my hand in his, palm to palm. A slow heat thrums between us as we make our way up the valley, toward the mountainous peak where the fortress stands.

Kyreagan’s thumb circles across the back of my hand, rubbing gently. I don’t know why that tender, tiny caress turns my skin ultrasensitive in that spot and sets every nerve in my body alight, but I can’t seem to think of anything but the slow stroking of that strong male thumb.

Then he twists his hand slightly and traces the tip of his thumb across the heated center of my palm.

A thrill races right up my arm and into my body, then straight down to my clit.

When I look up, he’s watching me with a sultry smile.

“Meridian taught me that,” he says. “He called it a seduction move.”

“Remind me to thank him. Not that it takes much for you to seduce me.” I reach up and pull his face down to mine.

The kiss is molten lava, surging through both of us. I’m glowing at every point where our bodies press, incandescent and softening between my legs.

Kyreagan slides the straps of my dress off my shoulders, then pushes my neckline down until he can cup my bare breast in his hand.

“We’re out in the open,” I rasp against the heated silk of his mouth.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” he replies, wrapping his hand firmly around the back of my skull and opening his mouth wide to accept my tongue.

I kiss him deeply, lavishly, barely aware that he’s scraping my dress upward along my thighs until his strong fingers cup my pussy over my wet panties.

“I love this tender little cunt,” he murmurs, tracing the shape of my pussy lips through the damp fabric.

Deftly he tugs the material aside and sinks two fingers into me, while my mind goes hazy and desperate and blissful. I forget where we are… I forget everything except riding his hand. I cling to his neck, both arms wrapped tight around him while he plays with me. He had plenty of practice while we rode out the great storm, the Mordvorren, and he hasn’t forgotten the skills he learned—grinding the heel of his hand against my clit, or caressing the tiny nub with his thumb while his fingers are buried inside.

“Come for me,” he urges softly as I whimper against his shoulder. His lips graze my cheekbone. “Come in my hand, my darling, my queen, my life-mate. Come all over my fingers.”