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hands slipped down to her hips pulling her closer.

She shook her head, not sure if he was joking. “I should have found you? I hadn’t

even thought about a permanent man before you two came around. I was just a little

busy with other things.”

He laughed. “Give me a kiss and stop arguing.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but he just sat there and waited. Now she

understood how he got his way. He simply waited and held on until everyone else gave

up. She hooked an arm around his neck and brushed her lips over his. His arms moved

up and his warm hands slid under her shirt. She eased closer to him, wanting to feel his

chest against her breasts. Her tongue slicked over his lips. She nipped at the fuller lower

one. His breath hissed out and his arm tightened.

“A real kiss, no teasing,” he growled.

She felt that rumble beneath her fingertips as her hand slid up his chest. A little

thrill slipped through her at that sign of his arousal. She loved that she had such a

strong effect on him. She didn’t tease. She wasn’t in the mood to play too much. Her

lips opened over his and she stroked her tongue over his lips. His mouth opened and

his hand cupped the back of her neck. She brushed her tongue against his. She wasn’t

about to let him take over. If he did, she wouldn’t be able to get it back until the next

time. She sucked at his tongue. He tasted so good, spicy and exciting.

She felt cool air on her breast and pulled back. He nipped at her lips but smiled as

he pushed her shirt off her shoulders. She pulled her hands free of the fabric, but she

wasn’t going to let him have all the fun. Working on the ties on his shirt, her fingers

fumbled. She couldn’t push his shirt wide as he’d done to her shirt. His shirt didn’t lace

to the bottom. She groaned when the shirt kept getting in her way. She pulled the shirt

up his chest. He took over and tugged the shirt off tossing it to the ground. Licking her

lips, she eyed the broad expanse of chest in front of her. She ran her hands over his ribs

and inward. The muscles beneath her fingers tensed and flexed. She loved feeling the

ripple beneath his skin. Her fingers flicked over the hard, dark brown nipples.

He groaned. His hands tightened as they smoothed up her waist. She almost

screamed as they stopped just below her rib cage. She wanted him to touch her. He lay

back on the couch, pulling her on top of him. He brushed her black hair over her

shoulder as she leaned over him. She needed to kiss him. Her lips settled over his, her

tongue stroking his. She lifted his hands to her breasts. He squeezed gently before his

hands slid down cupping the mounds. The flesh didn’t come close to filling his hands,

but he didn’t seem to mind. His brown eyes burned with desire. She felt the ridge of his

cock against her buttocks. She wanted to rip away the cloth separating them. She

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wriggled a little as she unfastened her skirt. She couldn’t get it past her thighs.

Frustrated, she used a little magic to remove the barrier.

“Slow down. We have plenty of time.” His hands stroked down over her buttocks.

“I’m just getting more comfortable. Wouldn’t you feel better if you were out of

those pants and in me?” She traced her tongue over the firm line of his lips.

He groaned. “Are you trying to make me crazy? I want that but we should go

slowly.”

She could tell he was trying hard to keep his control. Just knowing he felt the need

to hold onto his urges made her want to push him until that grip broke, but she sensed

there was something more behind the urge than just normal controlling tendencies. So

she decided to show him that she didn’t need the extra time he was insisting on.

Grasping one of his hands, she pulled it between them. Lifting her hips just a little, she

urged his fingers between the slick lips. His finger curled, stroking over her clit. She

gasped, releasing his hand to brace her hand on the couch near his shoulder. Her mouth

slid over his chin and down to his neck. She nibbled along the strong column to his

shoulder. Her tongue swirled and lapped at his slightly salty skin.

“We can go very slowly if you’ll just cooperate.” She felt a little wicked just

suggesting it. She’d never been so bold before but he seemed so restrained that she just

had to take some kind of action or he’d push them both to their limits.

He growled. She felt the rumble, thrilled at his response. She felt a tingle ripple over

her lower body and then they were flesh to flesh. He smiled and nudged her hips

backward. She rose onto her knees. His hand reached between them as she slowly

lowered herself. His cock nudged at her entrance. She felt the head slip inside, a flare of

sharp sweet sensation as the skin stretched. She lowered her body slowly. His hands

grasped her hips.

“Ride me. Slowly, and lean down. I want to taste those gorgeous breasts.” His eyes

locked on the full globes.

She rotated her hips grinning at him, then leaned down, lowering her breasts so

that he could reach them. His tongue flicked at the hard bead of her right nipple. She

licked her lips as anticipation curled through her. She rocked her hips, keeping the

strokes slow and shallow. Sparks and flutters of pleasure built inside her.

His fingers lightly brushed her cheek. “Close your eyes. I want you to focus on

what you feel.”

She looked into those determined eyes. He didn’t even seem to have doubts that

she’d follow those orders. His eyes dropped to her breasts as his hands cupped them,

urging them closer to his lips. The arrogant, bossy dragon would be in for a serious

disappointment sometime when she wasn’t in the mood to cooperate. She knew that it

would happen at some point. Right now, she was in the mood to be agreeable as long as

he didn’t stop touching her breasts. She shook her head and closed her eyes.

Without her sight, every sensation burned through her with surprising intensity.

Even the light puff of his breath across the slope of her breast sent sparkling prickles

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dancing over her skin. A slight wriggle of her hips shot a spike of heat straight to the

growing knot of hunger growing low in her belly. Her breath caught and she stilled as

shivers ripped up her spine.

Something slightly sharp scraped over her nipple. Sparks danced from that small

touch through her. She almost opened her eyes.
What was that?
It didn’t feel like a

fingernail. Trying to figure it out only made the sensation so much more intense. Her

back arched and she rocked against him. Need pulsed and writhed deep in her belly.

She wanted to ride him hard and fast until she came. Holding back was only pushing

the need higher.

“Samiel, it’s got to be now,” she whispered. Her fingers brushed over the fabric of

the couch trying to find something to hold. If he didn’t do something, she was going to

attack him.

He groaned and one of his hands slipped down to her hips as he lifted into those

slow strokes. His lips closed over the hard aching peak. A tremor ripped down her

spine as he tugged before taking the tip into his mouth. Her thighs tightened and she

pressed down against him. She bit her lip trying to hold back the need to come. She

couldn’t think beyond reaching the sweet explosion she needed.

“Be patient.” He grazed his teeth over the tight nipple.

So easy for him to say. He didn’t seem half as hungry as she was. Her body burned.

Each time she rose only inspired a need for more. Her inner muscles clenched. She tried

to ride him faster, but his hand tightened, restricting her movement. She groaned. He

drew hard on her breast and the sound became a harsh moan.

“More,” she demanded as she moved her hips in a slow circle. It was the only

movement he didn’t fully control.

“If you don’t stop torturing me, I’m going to open my eyes and take matters into

my hands. I don’t do frustration well.” She would have glared at him, but she knew he

couldn’t miss the hard tones.

His laughter sent vibrations through her breast. His hand left her breast and slid

down her belly. The muscles tightened a tingling trail following the slight scrape of his

nails. His hand slipped between them and stroked her clit.

“Come for me. Let me see you find your pleasure.” His finger moved in slow

circles, the pressure light.

The lazy strokes pushed her over the edge. She caught her breath, her eyes popping

open as a blast of heat slammed into her. His hand withdrew and clasped at her hips,

moving her on him. He came, his seed splashing into her. He stiffened beneath of her

and a strangled moan came as his hands continued to urge her to ride him.

Her mind slowly began working again as the pleasure faded. The more she

thought, the quicker the euphoria dissipated. She glared at him. He’d held onto control

right to the last. She pushed at his hands. When they fell away, she scrambled off him

and off the couch. Her anger rose. She felt used and that made her furious. He’d shown

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less passion than he would have shown to a whore. Aside from the fact that he’d found

sexual release, she didn’t know if he’d enjoyed it at all.

“By the Goddess’ gilded toes, what do you think you were doing?” She put her

hands on her hips and waited for answer. He would give her one. She wasn’t leaving

without it.

“What do you mean?” He sat up frowning, apparently just becoming aware that

she wasn’t happy.

“I mean that having sex with you made me feel cheap. Except for the fact that you

obviously came, I might as well have paid for it for all of the passion you gave me.” She

gritted her teeth and backed away from the couch as he came to his feet. She didn’t like

retreating, but she didn’t want to be close to him right now. The temptation to hurt him

was too strong.

His mouth fell open before a low growl rumbled through the room. “Explain.

Now.” The order fell between them like a huge stone.

“You controlled everything. What I did, what you did. You never let your desire get

out of control. Not even when I was wild and aching for you. When you came, you still

held control.” She fisted her hands.

“I gave you satisfaction.” He frowned.

“Argh…” She felt like pulling out her hair and throwing something. “I want more

than an orgasm. I want a man who knows how to relax and have fun with the pleasure.

I want to be able to give you as much enjoyment as I get out of it. But you’d never let

that happen would you?”

She shook her head, feeling tired, alone and a little sick. She knew he wouldn’t

listen to her.

He took a step forward, his hand lifting toward her. She stepped back, not willing

to let him touch her. He scowled. She could tell his anger was fast outpacing his

surprise. She knew she couldn’t be rational about this.

“What are you talking about?” One of his hands braced on his hip and the other

hung at his side. Even nude he looked formidable. She created some clothes, unwilling

to go around the room and pick hers off the floor. Being dressed made her feel a little

less vulnerable.

“I’m not willing to take whatever you think you can give me. I want emotion along

with the sex. I won’t accept less than all of you in that part of your life. If you can’t

handle that, then don’t come near me again.” She turned and stepped forward as she

created a spatial portal.

White light streaked by her in the dark tunnel. She took two steps forward as the

tunnel opened in front of the coven. She wearily trudged up the steps. For the first time

in days, she didn’t even think about returning to the library and researching. She

needed a bath and then to get out and do something. She didn’t want to stay and think

about what had happened. The wave of dejection and sheer helplessness wasn’t

something that was going to fade in a few moments. She needed to move.

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Meagan grimaced as an enraged
merdanon
roar ripped through the night. They’d

been spotted outside the walls just as the sun had set. She and some of the other witches

had hurried to transport the citizens who weren’t trained to fight to safety. Now there

was nothing left to do but wait until the Dark Sorcerer decided to make his move. She

was waiting, but it wasn’t patiently.

The seven creatures outside the walls would be the least of their problems. The

beasts would appear inside the walls when the sorcerer was ready to attack and there

would be more than seven. She hated the waiting. It was the hardest part. Once the

fighting began, she wouldn’t have time to do anything more than focus on clearing the

village. Now her mind was running in hundreds of different directions. A few of which

led to the dragon and vampire who claimed to be her mates.

She still didn’t completely believe that story about them being certain she was their

mate by the feel of her magic. They had seemed convinced, but she hadn’t seen either

one of the men since she’d had sex with Samiel. She’d expected to see him shortly after