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Light My Fire





Now annoyed, Celyn snapped. “Gee . . . thanks.”

“It is not like you will get nothing from it.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is point?”

“My point is a simple one,” he began. “We are traveling together, relying on each other in case things go bad. We really shouldn’t be risking that to . . . what are you doing?”

“I get comfortable while you ramble,” she said while removing the bindings on her breasts. “Please. Continue. This fascinates me.”

“Although I can do without your sarcastic tone, I will continue. As I was saying . . .”

Elina stood and removed her boots, her socks. She tossed them aside.

“. . . should we really risk the friendship we are just beginning to build to have a quick romp late at night so that you can get some sleep? Does that really seem like a good plan to you? Or would it be wiser . . .”

She untied the leather laces of her leggings and pushed them down her slim hips. She tossed those aside as well. Then she placed her feet on either side of his hips and slowly—gods, so slowly—lowered herself until she sat naked on his lap again.

Celyn swallowed, which was when he realized he’d stopped talking.

“Go on,” she pushed. “I want to hear more about our budding friendship.”

Clearing his throat, Celyn said, “I just don’t want to end up . . .”

“End up what?” she asked around the two fingers she’d slowly pushed into her mouth.

“Ruining what could be a very good collaborative relationship. Down the road.”

“Uh-huh.”

She pulled her fingers out of her mouth and lowered them down her body while she rose up on her knees.

“Go on,” she ordered.

Celyn licked his now incredibly dry lips. “I guess, I think that we should just wait until . . . until . . .”

“Until what?” she gasped out as her fingers slipped inside her own pussy.

“Until . . . um . . .” He closed his eyes, licked his lips, tried again. “Until we know each other better?”

She slapped her free hand on his shoulder to maintain her balance while she began to slowly ride her fingers. “Is that question?” she panted out. “Or confusion?”

“Both.”

“Do you want to keep talking?”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Good.” She leaned in. “I finally found way to shut you up.”

Elina kissed the dragon, the heat of his mouth surprising her. Even though it probably shouldn’t. He was a dragon, after all. Fire breather and all that.

Yet with a human or not, Elina had never been so aroused before. So ready to take what she wanted without thought to consequences or what others in her tribe would think.

Ever since she’d passed fifteen summers, Elina had been graced with lovers. Men born into the tribes who she thought were attractive enough to bother with. None of them would ever be her husband. Glebovicha had made sure of that, but those not bound to another were usually hers for a night or three. But they had all been human . . . belonging to one of the many Steppes Tribes.

Celyn was none of those things and, more importantly, he was a corrupt, immoral Southlander. Something that, at the moment, didn’t bother Elina in the least.

Strong hands slid around her waist and eased up her spine. Celyn leaned forward, while gently pushing Elina back.

She tried to use her hands to stop him, but he growled against her mouth, “Keep those fingers deep in your pussy.”

Elina didn’t take orders from men—or, in this case, males—in bed. But when she tried to pull her fingers away, his hand caught hers and held it in place . . . until he pushed them deeper.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” he ordered her. And, when she hesitated, “Do it.”

She went ahead and did as he told her to, and was quickly rewarded when he moved out of their kiss and licked his way down her throat, then chest, until he reached her breasts. He curled his tongue around her nipple and enclosed most of her breast inside his mouth. The heat increased against her sensitive skin while his tongue twisted and tugged. The triple sensations of what he was doing to her breast, what she was doing with her own fingers, and him holding her hand in place, leaving her very little choice, had Elina screaming out into the night as her body shook from the strength of overwhelming sensations.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, rolling through her until she was too weak to do much more than whimper.

That’s when the dragon roughly flipped her onto her stomach. She placed her hands against the ground, trying to push her body up, but a firm hand against her back shoved her down and pinned her there.

Celyn pressed his free hand against her pelvis and lifted her hips up. His fingers slid around, searching for and finding her pussy. He slid three fingers in and she heard him sigh, “Gods, so tight.” Then his fingers were gone and she felt the head of his cock press against her.

That’s when she began to put up a fight. Or at least tried to. The head alone was huge, and she wasn’t sure she wanted all of his cock shoved inside her. Then again, she wasn’t sure she didn’t. She actually enjoyed that he gave her no quarter. That he was as strong in bed as she was.

She tested him, but she knew enough about him never to say the word “no.” That was, she sensed, the one thing that would stop all of this. She didn’t want it to stop. She just wanted it to be a bit of a challenge.
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