A Way to a Dragon’s Heart by Xakara Page B

her spine. The efficiency of the pose took nothing from the sexual allure of it. She waited for him to step up and examine at his leisure, but with the feel of her mouth still on his skin, his mind saw a host of other things before him.
    “Is there anything I shouldn’t do, or some way I shouldn’t touch them?” he asked.
    “You can’t hurt me unless you deliberately try. They’re sensitive but not fragile or tender. Treat them like skin. Beyond that, follow your Fae bliss until you’re satisfied.”
    He laughed a deep cleansing laugh. “You do offer the most dangerous things.” He shook his head and reached out to caress the back of her neck.
    They were soft, as smooth as glass, and incredibly warm to the touch as his fingers glided over them. He stroked his hand down her back several times and then let the sensation fully pull him in to the discovery of it all. Lighter touches arched her back; firmer ones stretched her torso and lifted her bottom. Both changed her breathing, and he searched for a pattern in it. Her soft sounds and movements had him hard and ready. The next firm touch nestled him flush to the curve of her backside as it lifted and he stepped into her without a second thought. One hand grasped her hip; the other played over her scales as his pelvis rocked against her and she rocked back.
    “They’re changing colors.” His voice was deep and thick but clear.
    “Arousal patterns. They show the fertility stage and level of receptiveness.”
    “Okay.” He took several deep breaths. ‘I think I might have followed my bliss a little too far.”
    “We’re still dressed and coherent; you’re fine. Feel free to—” Her breath became a hiss when he stepped back and licked from the middle of her back toward her neck.
    “They changed again. Does that mean you’re more receptive?”
    He thought the amusement in his voice would earn him an elbow to the ribs, but she looked over her shoulder at him with her own amused yet sensuous smile. “Yes, that’s what it means. It also means I’m highly fertile too so just standing the way we were could require a paternity test in a few months.”
    He laughed, his fingers playing down her spine. “I’ll take my chances. This is singularly the most fascinating and arousing exploration I’ve ever had the chance to make.”
    No sound escaped to indicate laughter, but she undulated beneath his hands in what his mind could only describe as serpentine mirth.
    “I empathize. Penises were just as odd and fascinating to me the first several dozen times I got to just explore.”
    He licked another line along her scales. “Same here. I assumed they were all like mine, more or less. Imagine my delighted surprise at the variety.”
    She was breathless, but he understood her next words just the same.
    “And our common ground grows. But empathy, exploration, and possible receptiveness aside, you should stop while you can. The timer is going to go off in two minutes, and that’s neither enough time to have our discussion nor can I think of a single man who would want that kind of pressure to do his best, even if we could.”
    He pressed his lips to her back and laughed. “That is a lot of pressure. And it’s not the kind of deadline I want to beat in any case, conversation aside.” He made a little room between them and tried to reel in his thoughts. It would be considered rude to stop touching her all at once—not that he could have if he wanted to—but until he did, it would be hard to sober up.
    He rubbed his cheek along the scales, the continual reminder of her Dragon nature. “Why don’t you like my tattoo?”
    Kryssa rose up on her hands, and Xander lifted his head. She turned to look at him but kept her back at his disposal. His breath caught at the large dark eyes, a ring of gold sparkling around swollen shimmering pupils.
    “I like it just fine. It looks good on you, and the detail is extraordinary.” She shrugged, and the movement rippled down her