Chapter 7
Nate stirred, feeling a languid wellness that usually only came after sex.
The fact that he could feel a woman’s body pressed up against him only reinforced this notion.
Until he remembered.
The events of earlier came rushing back to him.
The strange woman, her claims of being a dragon, the strange ritual she’d drawn him into.
Apparently she hadn’t killed him in his sleep at least. That was something.
For a moment, Nate wondered what had possessed him to become involved. If anyone had asked him last night if he’d participate in a healing ritual with a dragon woman his brother had shot, and let himself sleep while she was in the room, he would have laughed himself silly.
And yet, it hadn’t seemed too unusual at all.
As much as his brain was telling him he was crazy, his heart refused to agree. There was something about her, something that made him want to trust her. Despite all evidence to the contrary, he couldn’t convince himself that she meant him any harm.
The woman stirred beside him, and as her leg brushed his, it seemed to set his whole body on fire.
Nate gave a gasp. He’d thought his feelings for her earlier were strong, but they were nothing compared to the desire that swamped him now. He’d never felt anything like this before. He had an overwhelming urge to bury himself in her and thrust.
Her fingers gripped his hip, her nails digging into him.
Nate opened his eyes to stare straight into her silver ones. Sharp and hungry, they were fixed on his.
“Now we mate.” Her voice was half way between sultry and hard.
And as hot as hell.
Nate growled, not even trying to turn the sound into words, and rolled on top of her.
This dragon ritual, whatever it was, certainly had its benefits.
For a moment, he wondered if Lyrian had used something like this to ensnare his brother. Brad’s infatuation with her had certainly been out of character enough for him to believe it.
Was Kytrima doing the same thing to him?
He couldn’t bring himself to care. If a dragon woman using him felt like this, then he had no objections to being involved.
He tugged at her clothes, surprised they weren’t burning off with the heat sizzling between them. But since they weren’t he needed to get rid of them.
Nate fumbled with the buttons, and Kytrima helped him, seeming no more adept at the task than he was.
Somehow though, they both ended up naked.
She was beautiful. Her body was lean and fit in all the right places. Nate ran his hands over it, enjoying the feel of her skin under his hands.
It was hard to believe she was a dragon. But there was no other way to explain the things she’d done to him.
That Mesmer ritual was something amazing. He’d never felt so close to anyone before.
He kissed her, and her return kisses were hot and feverish. She rolled over onto him, and Nate’s eyes widened in appreciation as she straddled him.
“You’re going too slow, human,” she growled. “This isn’t about pleasure, this is a means to an end.”
It should have made him feel used. But for some reason, it didn’t.
Maybe because he was too busy admiring her. Or maybe it was because the desire coursing through his veins was overwhelming.
Either way, he had no objection to speeding things up. Especially not when she slid onto him, wet and ready.
He groaned in pleasure.
She slid up and down, a look of feverish urgency in her eyes. Nate wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted the end result, or because she was enjoying this as much as he was. Probably a little of both.
He gritted his teeth, trying to prolong the moment, not wanting it to end, wanting to enjoy every moment, but all his usual tricks failed. This Mesmer magic was powerful.
He gripped her hips, and thrust into her desperately. She met him with each thrust, perfectly synchronised. Building to a perfect crescendo.
Nate gasped as he came, feeling her convulse around him at exactly the same moment.
She stroked his chest, looking down at him with a satisfied smile on her face.
Nate knew exactly how she felt.
“You were perfect, human.”
Perfect sex, or perfect for her purpose?
Now that it was over, the magic gone, Nate couldn’t help feeling a little flat. Oh, it was still amazing, she was still just as gorgeous, but the extra sizzle had vanished.
He was a little sad.
She rose off him and turned to pull on her clothes.
He really wanted to try it again, without the magic. Surely it would be just as amazing? Surely he could re-capture that feeling?
“We need to get moving,” Kytrima said firmly. “We need to find your brother.”
Her voice penetrated his haze.
Brad.
That’s right. What was he doing, thinking about sex now? He had to find his brother.
Nate jumped up and began to pull his own clothes on, trying not to focus on how far they’d been thrown in their abandon. Already his body was stirring, wanting to repeat that experience.
He made himself focus on the task at hand.
Where would Brad go?
“I don’t know the town too well, but I think we should start by checking out the hotels in town.”
“Right,” Kytrima said. “Let’s go.”