again Guy and Angela slammed together, but then they lifted and fell in gentle swells as the beast rose up from the bottomless depths, scaling the crumbling atoll until the castle walls appeared on the other side.
She got to her knees to peer over the section of bridge they stood on and watched in wonder as the dragon set them down on the grounds before the keep then leapt to the side.
Guy and Angela scrambled from the bridge to stand before Drago whose great body shivered then melted away to again reveal the man.
His face was chalky, and he fell to his knees.
Angela rushed toward him and knelt. Her hands cupped his cheeks. “Are you all right? You’re clammy.”
“This wasn’t exactly what I expected,” he said, leaning his cheek against her palm as he dragged in deep breaths. “I’ve never changed by my own will.”
“Does this mean the curse is ended?”
Bewilderment shone in his gleaming eyes. “I’m still part dragon.”
“But you controlled it. I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.”
“No?”
For the first time, their gazes met and locked. She found she liked the strange vertical slits, the glittering gold of his irises.
Drago’s mouth curved into a slow smile. “I owe you a debt of thanks.”
Uncomfortable now, and all too aware they were both completely naked, she frowned. “I don’t want thanks. It’s not why I allowed you to...” Her words sputtered to a stop.
“Drink the blood of your innocence?” he murmured, beginning to smile.
Angela wrinkled her nose. “That just sounds gross.
“The act was...lovely. Your pleasure freed me.”
They shared slow, intimate smiles, and Angela tried her best not to ogle the hard planes and swells of his rugged body, but failed.
Behind her, Guy cleared his throat. “We’ve promises to keep, Drago.”
Angela shook her head. Drago was coated in cooling sweat. Her own body shivered in the aftermath of everything that had happened. “I don’t expect anything. You don’t owe me.”
Drago pushed off the ground and reached down to offer her a hand, which she took. When he pulled her up, he held her inside the circle of his arms. Bared skin warmed. “Guy, here,” Drago said, “would take exception to your phrasing. He’s already in love with you, and there’s part of me, the beast, I think, that’s still eager to play.”
Hearing his sexy, rumbling voice, Angela felt heat wash over her body. Her nipples tingled. Drago’s cock stirred and pulsed against her belly. “Guy loves me? That was real?”
Guy grunted from behind her, and Drago’s grin stretched across his wickedly handsome face. “We are bound, little one. We three. There’s no escape.”
Since she was already more than a little in love with the idea of this strange triumvirate, Angela prayed to God that vow was true.
Chapter Five
Drago eased into the large tub then held out his arms to the woman. Guy had left them at the bathroom door to find food and wine for their celebration—and to leave the two of them alone, giving Drago privacy to soothe Angela’s nervousness.
Angela stood beside the tub, blushing.
“Come,” he said. “We’ll bathe. Both of us are covered in dust and your knees need tending.”
Her shoulder lifted. “After everything that’s happened, I shouldn’t be shy, I guess.”
Her modesty was refreshing. An elixir. Just as wondrous as the innocence he’d taken. “Come,” he repeated, this time with more insistence. He felt like growling when she reacted to his command, her nostrils flaring, her breaths shortening with arousal. He could see now what Guy had all along. She was perfect for them. Strong, but naturally submissive.
Her gaze steadied, and she stepped over the rim to join him, settling with her back against his belly. He enfolded her with his arms. They rested together for a long moment. He remained silent, letting her regain her bearings while the hot water and forced intimacy soothed away her maidenly resistance.
She
She got to her knees to peer over the section of bridge they stood on and watched in wonder as the dragon set them down on the grounds before the keep then leapt to the side.
Guy and Angela scrambled from the bridge to stand before Drago whose great body shivered then melted away to again reveal the man.
His face was chalky, and he fell to his knees.
Angela rushed toward him and knelt. Her hands cupped his cheeks. “Are you all right? You’re clammy.”
“This wasn’t exactly what I expected,” he said, leaning his cheek against her palm as he dragged in deep breaths. “I’ve never changed by my own will.”
“Does this mean the curse is ended?”
Bewilderment shone in his gleaming eyes. “I’m still part dragon.”
“But you controlled it. I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.”
“No?”
For the first time, their gazes met and locked. She found she liked the strange vertical slits, the glittering gold of his irises.
Drago’s mouth curved into a slow smile. “I owe you a debt of thanks.”
Uncomfortable now, and all too aware they were both completely naked, she frowned. “I don’t want thanks. It’s not why I allowed you to...” Her words sputtered to a stop.
“Drink the blood of your innocence?” he murmured, beginning to smile.
Angela wrinkled her nose. “That just sounds gross.
“The act was...lovely. Your pleasure freed me.”
They shared slow, intimate smiles, and Angela tried her best not to ogle the hard planes and swells of his rugged body, but failed.
Behind her, Guy cleared his throat. “We’ve promises to keep, Drago.”
Angela shook her head. Drago was coated in cooling sweat. Her own body shivered in the aftermath of everything that had happened. “I don’t expect anything. You don’t owe me.”
Drago pushed off the ground and reached down to offer her a hand, which she took. When he pulled her up, he held her inside the circle of his arms. Bared skin warmed. “Guy, here,” Drago said, “would take exception to your phrasing. He’s already in love with you, and there’s part of me, the beast, I think, that’s still eager to play.”
Hearing his sexy, rumbling voice, Angela felt heat wash over her body. Her nipples tingled. Drago’s cock stirred and pulsed against her belly. “Guy loves me? That was real?”
Guy grunted from behind her, and Drago’s grin stretched across his wickedly handsome face. “We are bound, little one. We three. There’s no escape.”
Since she was already more than a little in love with the idea of this strange triumvirate, Angela prayed to God that vow was true.
Chapter Five
Drago eased into the large tub then held out his arms to the woman. Guy had left them at the bathroom door to find food and wine for their celebration—and to leave the two of them alone, giving Drago privacy to soothe Angela’s nervousness.
Angela stood beside the tub, blushing.
“Come,” he said. “We’ll bathe. Both of us are covered in dust and your knees need tending.”
Her shoulder lifted. “After everything that’s happened, I shouldn’t be shy, I guess.”
Her modesty was refreshing. An elixir. Just as wondrous as the innocence he’d taken. “Come,” he repeated, this time with more insistence. He felt like growling when she reacted to his command, her nostrils flaring, her breaths shortening with arousal. He could see now what Guy had all along. She was perfect for them. Strong, but naturally submissive.
Her gaze steadied, and she stepped over the rim to join him, settling with her back against his belly. He enfolded her with his arms. They rested together for a long moment. He remained silent, letting her regain her bearings while the hot water and forced intimacy soothed away her maidenly resistance.
She
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