She welcomed the heat that slid across her skin, concentrating in the deep, moist center of
her body. Tiny licks of flame moved down her neck. Instinct guided her reaction. She tilted her
head and let the warmth touch her skin—hot but not burning, not wounding.
Heat invaded her lungs and tightened her chest. A molten band circled her waist, pulling
her deep into the fire. She needed it inside her.
She didn’t know what was happening to her. An invisible force surrounded her body like a
fever. She tried to open her eyes, needing to see the beast who held her captive, but she couldn’t
make her eyes respond to her commands.
She opened her mouth to plead with it and she was consumed. Streaks of liquid heat flowed
over her skin, inflaming her breasts. She spread her legs and let the flame touch her. It burned
against her. Then the fire was inside her, igniting the core of her body. The tendrils flicked in an
uneven rhythm, slipping inside, then teasing her protective lips. She pressed her hips upward.
The fever burned conscious thought from her mind. Her only understanding was the need to
accept the flame into her body.
Mine.
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The angry powerful pronouncement should have terrified her. Somewhere deep in her soul,
she was frightened but the fear was crushed by the intensity of the fire. She wanted to drown in
the warmth.
Fingers of heat danced across her sex, skimming the dark curled hair and tickling the flesh
beneath it. She arched her hips, seeking more of his touch. He was there, a stranger yet so
familiar. Her legs opened wider, inviting him inside.
The material of her gown stretched tight as she struggled to get closer to the heat. Hands
appeared to help her. The edges of her bodice separated. She felt a cool brush of air before the fire
claimed her breasts. Hot hands cupped her, rasping her taut nipples that poked out, begging for
his touch. She arched up, seeking more of the incredible sensation. The voice rumbled with
triumph and a warm mouth closed over the tip of her breast. He suckled her, drawing her flesh
into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.
The ache between her thighs built. Then, the large warm hand returned to her sex, cupping
her moist center and driving two fingers deep inside.
She pumped her hips—counter to the steady thrust of his fingers, wanting him deeper.
“Mine!”
The voice was real and jolted Lorran from her dream. Awareness pierced the surreal fog.
Kei’s mouth covered her breast and his hand was hard between her bare legs, thrusting slow steady strokes in and out of her sex.
She yelped. Her mind commanded instant action and she threw herself from the bed, ripping her body from Kei’s grasp and rolling to the floor. She gathered the edges of her torn nightgown together. Kei’s eyes flicked downward. She reached down to ensure her gown covered her legs.
Kei propped his head up on his hand. The arrogant smile held none of the desperate need that his feverish rantings had displayed. This was a man, confident in his attraction, sure of his welcome.
There was no evidence of the dragon bite he’d suffered only three days before. After long moments of inspection, he lifted his gaze to hers and smiled.
“No need to run, darling. We’re just getting started.”
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Chapter 2
Kei looked across the tiny space at the woman. She pulled the sides of her torn gown together, trying to cover the soft, sweet mounds of flesh beneath. Startled passion began to fade in her eyes.
Who is she?
He tried to remember how he got here but all that occupied his mind was a black haze filled with screams and fire. And heat. Wet, female heat. His eyes dropped to the thin layer of cloth that hid her pussy from his gaze. She was wet. His hand still held the evidence.
More.
He drew in a deep breath and was assaulted by the sweet scent of her arousal. He had to have her. Had to taste her. A strange dark fog brushed the edges of his mind, blurring his thoughts and filling him with a desperate need for this woman. Moving as if driven by a force outside himself, Kei crawled from the bed and started towards the woman. The craving to gorge himself on her boiled inside him. A voice in the distant corner of his mind whispered that he should stop—she might be frightened—but it was drowned out by the need to place his mouth on her sex, drink from her cunt. Drive his tongue deep inside her.
The woman watched him and inched backward on her hands until she ran into the wall.
“Mine,” he whispered as he got near. The overwhelming sense of ownership stopped him for a moment, but then she shifted and more of her sweet smell came to him.
The pull to have her was too strong to listen to the quiet call for restraint. His hands gripped the bottom of her light gown, ready to tear the garment away. Then he looked in her eyes.
Amazement alternated with fear in the brown depths. The strange voice in his head pushed him onward, drawing him to her. He needed to fill himself with her flavor. She licked her lips and swallowed deeply. He held her gaze as he slid the gown up her legs, revealing her naked pussy. The delicious scent flowed over him. She was wet and waiting for him.
The sound of her labored breathing teased him. He was tempted to drop his gaze to her luscious breasts, but he didn’t want to break the spell of her eyes. She was his. She belonged to him.
The soft material of her nightgown flowed over his arms as he slipped his hands underneath. Her bare flesh burned him and he knew—this was the fire he craved. This fire would warm him forever.
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His cock was hard, eager to plunge inside her wet cunt but he waited. The need to fill his senses with her pushed hard against him. It was imperative that he consume all that was her.
He slipped his hands up her legs, cupping her ass in his palms and pulled her toward him, cocking her hips forward. She gasped but she didn’t protest. The soft mounds of her backside filled his hands nicely and he momentarily considered future opportunities for that ass.
He lowered his gaze. She was almost on her back, her legs spread wide, her sweet pussy open to him.
Mine.
He fell forward and covered her sex with his mouth. For a moment, he simply tasted her, drowning in the seductive flavor that lured him to her. He licked her slit, drinking the moisture her body offered up to him. Her sharp flavor seduced his tongue and he sipped again.
Yes. More.
The drive was almost more than he could endure. He slipped his tongue inside her cunt. And the world slowed. This was where he needed to be. He flicked his tongue along the inside edge of her pussy. Then plunged deep, as far as he could reach. She gasped and pushed against him.
Kei stilled her movements, holding her in place for his pleasure—and for hers.
Mine.
Lorran dug her hands into his hair, using the long strands as her anchor to this world. Goddesses, what was he doing to her? This was beyond anything. His tongue fluttered around her sex, lingering moments on her clit before trailing a long path across her wet, open flesh. Then he dipped his strong tongue inside and flicked the end, tickling the walls of her passage. His soft, approving growls were muffled against her flesh.
“Aah!” Her head thumped against the wall behind her.
The heat had returned but now instead of a vague creature made of fire, the source was Kei the Dragon Slayer. Somewhere in a quiet corner of her mind, she knew she should stop him. But the fire gathered inside her and she couldn’t break free. She needed the heat to survive.
The thought was there and gone in a moment, scattered by the slow glide of his tongue the length of her sex. He stopped, holding on the sensitive nub that screamed for his attention. He opened his mouth and began to suck.
The guttural cry that broke from her lips seemed to come from another creature but Lorran couldn’t control it.
She sat up, dislodging Kei from his place. With a gentle snarl, he placed a hand on her stomach pushed her back against the wall and continued to suckle.
“Kei—I mean, Your Majesty, oh Hells, please. Majesty…Kei!” His nightly fondling had trained her body, taught her to expect release, but never this wild, unrelenting pleasure—pain. It had to stop but she couldn’t find a way to pull back. She pressed her fingers into his scalp. “Please, Kei, help me.”
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She didn’t think he heard. Then the pressure of his tongue changed into steady, rhythmic pulses against her clit. She felt her eyes widen as the world spiraled down to one central point between her thighs. She ground her pussy into his face—trying to bring him deeper. He purred and kept sucking. He reached up, slipping two long fingers inside her cunt. The pressure was incredible. Lorran gasped as the fire that had invaded her dreams shattered and spilled across her body. She blinked rapidly and stared blankly at the empty room. Her heart thudded in her chest, her breath trying to catch up to the furious beat. Satisfaction dragged her eyelids down. She sagged against the wall and listened to the sound of Kei’s contented sighs.
His tongue circled her belly button. She groaned. A spike of renewed warmth pierced her stomach. It was beginning again. How was it that this man had such control over her body?
She opened her eyes and watched the warrior lying between her legs. He was totally absorbed as he continued to taste her flesh, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She could feel the hard press of his erection against her leg. Would he mount her?
Would she let him? He had to desire release soon, but instead of moving up, he resettled his face between her thighs.
And spread her sex wide with his fingers.
“Kei—” Whatever she’d been ready to say died as he placed his mouth over her cunt and slipped the firm point of his tongue inside, licking the walls. Her body, sensitized by his touch, trembled and creamed at this light, teasing caress. He was unrelenting, lightly flicking his tongue along the edges of her sex, his movements casual as if he had no goal. He just wanted to taste her.
Pounding penetrated Lorran’s lust-blurred mind. She sat up. Kei grunted, as if irritated at being dislodged but kept licking. Lorran took a deep breath and tried to focus. Knocking. Someone was at the door. Morning sunlight sprinkled through the tiny kitchen window. The guard from the Castle. He’d be wanting the daily missive Riker had requested.
The knocking sounded again, louder, more aggressive. Kei heard it as well. He jumped to his feet, hunched low, his knees bent, ready for attack. She watched his eyes scan the room. All traces of sensuality evaporated in that moment—he was a warrior, ready to fight the unknown enemy.
Lorran scrambled to standing. “It’s just the door,” she muttered, hurrying past him. She tugged at the edges of her ripped bodice, trying to cover her breasts. She had no intention of baring her body the Castle guard. She grabbed the note she’d written last night and opened the door, staying safely behind it.
“Good morrow, Mistress,” the guard greeted. He was a different man than the other two days. The uniform was more ornate but clearly he was from the Castle. He looked over her shoulder as if trying to see into her cabin.
“Good morrow.” She handed him the parchment and started to close the door.
“I’ve been ordered to see the King myself.”
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“No,” she answered instinctively. There was something about this guard she didn’t trust. And the need to protect Kei was strong after three days. Even though he was a King, Kei was at risk now. The sword on the guard’s hip could be quickly bared and Kei would be unarmed. “It agitates him if anyone comes near.”
She heard another growl echo across the room. “I really can’t be away long. Tell them I’ll have news tomorrow.” She snapped the door shut before the guard could protest.
Then she waited. Kei stood silently behind her. It was time to face him. She took a deep breath and slowly turned around.
His eyes glowed with anger.
“What in the Dark Hells is going on?”
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Kei’s mind cleared of the strange dark haze that had invaded it as he watched the woman hurry toward the door.
Who is she?
He licked his lips and felt his cock harden even farther. He knew her taste, knew her scent, but he didn’t know her name. A quick check of the cabin told him he wasn’t any place familiar. So he had three questions: where was he, how had he gotten there, and who was the delicious woman who was here to entertain him?
She wasn’t his usual style. He tended toward tall, slim women. She was tall enough but her rounded curves were a little beyond his usual preferences. But he had reveled in the taste of her. And wanted more.
She spoke quietly to the person on the doorstep then closed the door with a quick snap. Was she hiding? Or was she hiding him?
Kei folded his arms and waited for her to turn around. She seemed to be hesitating, as if she didn’t want to face him.
Who is she?
Why did she seem so familiar yet so foreign?
Mine.
The thought lifted his cock. He hadn’t fucked her upon waking—too intent on licking her pussy—now, his body felt the deprivation. He wanted her. This was more than a morning erection. He
needed
to put his cock in this woman, to come inside her. Kei inhaled deeply and willed his thoughts back into his control. He’d been trained as a warrior from childhood. He knew how to live with pain. A little sexual discomfort should be nothing. But that didn’t stop his desire.
Finally, the woman straightened her back and slowly turned.
“What in the Dark Hells is going on?” he demanded. He didn’t have the time or patience for courtesy. Something was very wrong. Whoever had been at the door had known he was here but she hadn’t let him in.