bedeviled & beyond 04 - bedeviled & belittled
over me, scanning me from head to toe. Heat flared everywhere his hungry, gold gaze touched. My Settling blazed into life and I found myself envisioning his glorious body naked and covering mine. Soft lips trailing down my throat, opening to pull an aching nipple into the heated cave of his mouth. Hot, calloused fingers sliding up my sides, cupping breasts heavy with desire. His solid thighs settled between mine, a thick, hard...
    “Hello?”
    I blinked, and discovered, to my extreme embarrassment, that I was staring at the nicely rounded package at the juncture of those muscular thighs. I licked my lips and forced my gaze to lift. His smile was smug. “Are you okay?”
    My answering laugh sounded sick and uncertain, even to me. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”
    His smile widened slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. “This is going to be fun.”
    I frowned, turning toward the opening to the cavern. “Yeah. Whatever.” But as I stomped into the dimly lit passageway ahead of him, dragging my dignity like discarded toilet paper on my shoe, I couldn’t help thinking that he was right. Spending hour upon hour with the yummy dragon Slayer at my side was going to be a truly stimulating experience.
    I soaked my panties on that thought and all but came on the spot. He joined me in the passageway, dropping a superheated hand at the small of my back and giving me a gentle nudge. “This way.”
    My sexual core throbbed and cried. My breath locked into my lungs. I felt a moment of sheer panic. Holy bent gargoyle toes! Being around the Slayer was going to be complete agony. I’d be lucky to survive with my soul intact.
    ~SC~
    The smell hit me first. The sounds were almost as bad. Unfortunately we’d arrived at feeding time.
    We’d travelled nearly an hour through the maze of caverns before coming to the guard’s quarters. As we neared, the dragon Slayer turned to me and grinned. “Last chance. You can stay here and let me question them.”
    I frowned. What was his deal? How bad could it be? I flicked a hand for him to continue on and dropped in behind him. I wasn’t stupid. If it was going to be dangerous I’d let them take him out first, giving me time to pull out some smack down of my own.
    I’d mourn the loss of his fine ass...ets later.
    I followed him through a large, arched entrance and into an enormous cavern. On the far wall a thirty foot high waterfall splashed pleasantly into a small pool of water, whose surface bobbed with something that looked like body parts.
    Dragon refrigeration.
    Although the waterfall was loud, it couldn’t mask the sound of enormous teeth crunching through bone or claws ripping through flesh.
    About a dozen enormous, red dragons lounged around the huge cavern, slouching against nests made of straw, feathers, and some kind of black mud. Their massive jaws crunched and slavered over their unfortunate food, drooling thick ribbons of saliva and blood that slid down their huge bellies and puddled beneath them on the rock floor.
    Bits of fur and flesh peppered the floor around them, mingling with the gore that drooled from their nasty maws.
    I could see why they didn’t eat in their nests.
    My guide stayed just inside the entrance and called out, speaking in the Red’s language. In the furthest reaches of the cavern an enormous, dark red dragon belched and roared, apparently responding to whatever the yummy Slayer had said.
    The Slayer stiffened, his jaw tightening as he perused the path to our victim. We’d have to traverse a half dozen feeding dragons and their disgusting mess to get to him. He turned to me. “Last and final chance.”
    I shook my head. “After you.”
    Sighing, he shook his head too. “Stubborn and beautiful. My favorite combination.”
    By the time we reached the enormous guard in the back of the cavern I wondered if he shouldn’t have replaced the word “stubborn” with “stupid”. My lovely boots were soggy with disgusting substances and weighted down by sticky

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