then to the side when she stood before him almost close enough to touch.
“Do you prefer males?” she asked, leaning up on tiptoe to whisper the question in his ear. The answer was evident from the swell in the front of his britches, but she enjoyed the irritation on his face nonetheless. It almost got him to look at her again.
His jaw muscles clenched and he shook his head curtly. “I prefer a woman I can talk to, that’s all.”
“And my naked body is not worthy of words?” She gazed down at herself and slid her hands over her slight curves. The touch felt nice, but not as nice as his hands might feel—his hands that were now clenched tightly by his sides. She began to slowly walk around him. When she paused in the direction his head was turned, she saw his eyes were tightly shut.
“Racha…” he began in a desperate tone. He opened his eyes finally and let his gaze rake down her length. Her nipples prickled tantalizingly when the look lingered on her breasts. His hands relaxed and he raised one up. He gently cupped her jaw and she gasped, surprised at how warm and gentle his touch was against her skin, in contrast to how rough his calloused fingertips felt. “You are worth more than a word or a touch, I’m positive. You might be worth the entire universe, but until I know more about you, this…” He swept his hand in a gesture down the length of her body. “…isn’t happening.”
She let out a deep sigh, expelling a cloud of thick, iridescent breath that she manipulated into a diaphanous gown to cover her naked body.
“Alright,” she said once he’d finally relaxed a bit more now that she had hidden all her best assets. “Let’s sit and talk.”
She sat cross-legged right where they stood and peered up at him. From a lower angle he appeared even more impressive than before. She’d liked the look of him the second he’d walked through the door, and even found his obstinacy endearing in a way. He was so very different from the male dragons she knew, all bent on their various seductions, eager and willing to devote their unflagging attentions on as many partners as possible. It became a game to most, even the females, to collect multiple lovers just to prove their prowess.
Racha tasted the Nirvana of five of the humans who had entered the temple, and the essence of the dragons who had coaxed it from them. It was power she would not keep, however, for it was the power with which she would awaken the rest of the sleeping brood that occupied the smaller chambers throughout the temple. The human man who sat before her was the key, and he seemed oblivious to the effect holding that power in check was having on her.
She could be patient for a time. She would have to, even though the scent of him had made her almost uncomfortably wet and caused the power she held to pulse insistently in her core, seeking release. Now she watched the play of the muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt when he finally bent to sit across from her, knees bent and his arms resting casually across them. It was a defensive posture, unlike her own. Even though he couldn’t physically see her spread labia, the light brush of her gown over her skin made it difficult to forget how aroused she was.
“Tell me what you would like to know,” she said. “I am an open book.”
Chapter Three
C orey felt like such a lech sitting across from Racha and struggling not to imagine how open her book might be just then. Was it some trick of the air currents in there that he could imagine the lush scent of her sex thick in his nostrils? He was at least grateful that she’d covered up, though her wispy gown left little to the imagination.
Now she sat looking attentively at him, waiting for him to speak to her, to tell her what it was he wanted to know.
He couldn’t think of a damn thing to ask. All he kept thinking about was his first date with his ex and how they’d hit it off so spectacularly that they’d ended up in bed forty-five
“Do you prefer males?” she asked, leaning up on tiptoe to whisper the question in his ear. The answer was evident from the swell in the front of his britches, but she enjoyed the irritation on his face nonetheless. It almost got him to look at her again.
His jaw muscles clenched and he shook his head curtly. “I prefer a woman I can talk to, that’s all.”
“And my naked body is not worthy of words?” She gazed down at herself and slid her hands over her slight curves. The touch felt nice, but not as nice as his hands might feel—his hands that were now clenched tightly by his sides. She began to slowly walk around him. When she paused in the direction his head was turned, she saw his eyes were tightly shut.
“Racha…” he began in a desperate tone. He opened his eyes finally and let his gaze rake down her length. Her nipples prickled tantalizingly when the look lingered on her breasts. His hands relaxed and he raised one up. He gently cupped her jaw and she gasped, surprised at how warm and gentle his touch was against her skin, in contrast to how rough his calloused fingertips felt. “You are worth more than a word or a touch, I’m positive. You might be worth the entire universe, but until I know more about you, this…” He swept his hand in a gesture down the length of her body. “…isn’t happening.”
She let out a deep sigh, expelling a cloud of thick, iridescent breath that she manipulated into a diaphanous gown to cover her naked body.
“Alright,” she said once he’d finally relaxed a bit more now that she had hidden all her best assets. “Let’s sit and talk.”
She sat cross-legged right where they stood and peered up at him. From a lower angle he appeared even more impressive than before. She’d liked the look of him the second he’d walked through the door, and even found his obstinacy endearing in a way. He was so very different from the male dragons she knew, all bent on their various seductions, eager and willing to devote their unflagging attentions on as many partners as possible. It became a game to most, even the females, to collect multiple lovers just to prove their prowess.
Racha tasted the Nirvana of five of the humans who had entered the temple, and the essence of the dragons who had coaxed it from them. It was power she would not keep, however, for it was the power with which she would awaken the rest of the sleeping brood that occupied the smaller chambers throughout the temple. The human man who sat before her was the key, and he seemed oblivious to the effect holding that power in check was having on her.
She could be patient for a time. She would have to, even though the scent of him had made her almost uncomfortably wet and caused the power she held to pulse insistently in her core, seeking release. Now she watched the play of the muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt when he finally bent to sit across from her, knees bent and his arms resting casually across them. It was a defensive posture, unlike her own. Even though he couldn’t physically see her spread labia, the light brush of her gown over her skin made it difficult to forget how aroused she was.
“Tell me what you would like to know,” she said. “I am an open book.”
Chapter Three
C orey felt like such a lech sitting across from Racha and struggling not to imagine how open her book might be just then. Was it some trick of the air currents in there that he could imagine the lush scent of her sex thick in his nostrils? He was at least grateful that she’d covered up, though her wispy gown left little to the imagination.
Now she sat looking attentively at him, waiting for him to speak to her, to tell her what it was he wanted to know.
He couldn’t think of a damn thing to ask. All he kept thinking about was his first date with his ex and how they’d hit it off so spectacularly that they’d ended up in bed forty-five
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