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do not agree.”
“Even though I did not protect your cousin and his friend?”
“You meant to.”
“But you said…”
“You were barely more than a child yourself. It was seven years ago, but sometimes I forget that.”
“I do as well.”
“Let me help you forget all of it, for a little while.”
She had never believed anyone could help her, but this Chrechte dragon?
He could make her forget how to shift into a wolf.
“Yes.”
Chapter 4
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made for kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
—S HAKESPEARE
E irik smiled, his white teeth glinting in the moonlight.
That smile made Ciara’s thighs clench in a way she did not understand, her belly feel hollow. She lifted her hands to press against his as they held her face.
Just that small touch went through her with the power of a lightning bolt. And finally she understood how the broken tree could continue to live after its brush with lightning. It craved that touch again, so it had to go on.
His thumbs brushed her cheeks. “You are beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.
“You are going to taste so good.”
“I am?” He was going to taste her? Is that how kissing between men and women worked?
Remembering some of the kisses she’d witnessed between the laird and Abigail, Ciara thought maybe it was.
“Aye,” he said in a tone that made her inside swirl with molten lava as he lowered his head, and then his mouth covered hers.
Lips gentle but masterful tasted of mead and something else that could only be her dragon. More potent than usquebagh , whiskey only the warriors were supposed to drink, the kiss inundated Ciara’s every sense.
She could only taste Eirik. No other scent reached her sensitive nose. His drowned out even the pungent aromas of the garden. The air around her was filled with his warmth, despite the chill of night. Her skin craved more contact than the kiss and yet that was enough to make her more light-headed than her lack of sleep or eating could do. She could only hear his harsh breaths, his strong dragon’s heartbeat that had increased in tempo with every second of the kiss.
Wanting more of the nectar of his lips, Ciara’s wolf whined for her to open her mouth. Her instincts driving her, she did and the dragon took immediate advantage. Sliding his tongue inside, he gave her what she craved while challenging her to do the same.
She was helpless to deny him, tasting, being tasted, kissing so deeply the intimacy of it overwhelmed her.
Never had she been so physically connected to another person. His arousal pushed at her, demanding acknowledgment her body was helpless to deny.
Her nipples hardened almost painfully, her own scent revealing changes in her no human man would detect. But Eirik’s growl against her lips told her that he knew…and liked it.
Moving his hands from her face to her hips, he pulled her flush to him so she felt the rigidity that proved his own need. He wanted her. She wanted him. It was incredible, this desire between them.
He was amazing. So big…so strong. Even stronger than a wolf. That should have frightened her; she’d seen what the dragon could do, but all she felt was riotous desire. Her hands slid down his smooth but rigidly muscled chest.
He’d worn a shirt to latemeal, but discarded it when he and the other warriors were dancing. His skin was so hot, but she found she craved that heat. She explored each dip and ripple of muscle, her hands unable to stay still once they started.
He devoured her mouth, the predator in him demanding a submission her lips were only too happy to give.
The kiss went on and on until she felt as if she would fall if he did not hold her up. The pleasure was beyond anything she had known. Never in all her life had she felt so close to her wolf, so intimately connected with another and so very alive.
It was the last thought that had her tearing from his arms and gasping for air to calm
“Even though I did not protect your cousin and his friend?”
“You meant to.”
“But you said…”
“You were barely more than a child yourself. It was seven years ago, but sometimes I forget that.”
“I do as well.”
“Let me help you forget all of it, for a little while.”
She had never believed anyone could help her, but this Chrechte dragon?
He could make her forget how to shift into a wolf.
“Yes.”
Chapter 4
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made for kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
—S HAKESPEARE
E irik smiled, his white teeth glinting in the moonlight.
That smile made Ciara’s thighs clench in a way she did not understand, her belly feel hollow. She lifted her hands to press against his as they held her face.
Just that small touch went through her with the power of a lightning bolt. And finally she understood how the broken tree could continue to live after its brush with lightning. It craved that touch again, so it had to go on.
His thumbs brushed her cheeks. “You are beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.
“You are going to taste so good.”
“I am?” He was going to taste her? Is that how kissing between men and women worked?
Remembering some of the kisses she’d witnessed between the laird and Abigail, Ciara thought maybe it was.
“Aye,” he said in a tone that made her inside swirl with molten lava as he lowered his head, and then his mouth covered hers.
Lips gentle but masterful tasted of mead and something else that could only be her dragon. More potent than usquebagh , whiskey only the warriors were supposed to drink, the kiss inundated Ciara’s every sense.
She could only taste Eirik. No other scent reached her sensitive nose. His drowned out even the pungent aromas of the garden. The air around her was filled with his warmth, despite the chill of night. Her skin craved more contact than the kiss and yet that was enough to make her more light-headed than her lack of sleep or eating could do. She could only hear his harsh breaths, his strong dragon’s heartbeat that had increased in tempo with every second of the kiss.
Wanting more of the nectar of his lips, Ciara’s wolf whined for her to open her mouth. Her instincts driving her, she did and the dragon took immediate advantage. Sliding his tongue inside, he gave her what she craved while challenging her to do the same.
She was helpless to deny him, tasting, being tasted, kissing so deeply the intimacy of it overwhelmed her.
Never had she been so physically connected to another person. His arousal pushed at her, demanding acknowledgment her body was helpless to deny.
Her nipples hardened almost painfully, her own scent revealing changes in her no human man would detect. But Eirik’s growl against her lips told her that he knew…and liked it.
Moving his hands from her face to her hips, he pulled her flush to him so she felt the rigidity that proved his own need. He wanted her. She wanted him. It was incredible, this desire between them.
He was amazing. So big…so strong. Even stronger than a wolf. That should have frightened her; she’d seen what the dragon could do, but all she felt was riotous desire. Her hands slid down his smooth but rigidly muscled chest.
He’d worn a shirt to latemeal, but discarded it when he and the other warriors were dancing. His skin was so hot, but she found she craved that heat. She explored each dip and ripple of muscle, her hands unable to stay still once they started.
He devoured her mouth, the predator in him demanding a submission her lips were only too happy to give.
The kiss went on and on until she felt as if she would fall if he did not hold her up. The pleasure was beyond anything she had known. Never in all her life had she felt so close to her wolf, so intimately connected with another and so very alive.
It was the last thought that had her tearing from his arms and gasping for air to calm
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