his arm with soft fingers. “This stuff is so addictive.”
“I know.” He traced the slope of her nose. “Which is why I didn’t give you anymore.”
“Thanks for everything you did. I see I’m wearing clothes again.”
“They dried, so I put them back on you. And welcome.” Of course .
She struggled to sit and he slowed her. “Easy.”
“I need to sit. Unless you tell me the room is really spinning.”
“Nope.” He rubbed her back. There really wasn’t anything else to do. They had no boat and they were trapped in a cave on the worst possible dragon island with a purple sentry outside waiting for them. No, he corrected his thought. Not them. The thing hadn’t cared one bit about him. Though it didn’t make any sense, he couldn’t shake the nagging thought the dragon wanting Caitlyn.
The idea was ridiculous. What could a purple dragon want with her? What could it want with any of them? A dragon never turned away from the chance to kill. The one which struck the night before went for her too.
“Hey, beautiful, I have a question.”
“I wish you wouldn’t call me beautiful.”
“Tough.” He really didn’t care whether she liked it or not. Dougal would call her whatever he liked.
She rolled her eyes. “You had a question.”
“Have you had any particular dealings with the dragons before?”
“Dealings? No. Of course not. I mean how could I have?” She shook her head. “We look at their secretions under microscopes. The most I’ve ever had to do with any of it before yesterday when I saw one for the first time. Why?”
“No reason, really.” He wouldn’t make her more upset. If she thought the beast wanted her specifically she might freak out. The last thing he wanted was her wound to open.
Where is the fucking boat?
If it didn’t get there soon, he’d have to go kill the thing and who knew how many others the fight would draw out? Hiding in a cave was really not working for him. Caitlyn was in the cave, and he needed to protect her.
“Obviously you had a reason for asking.”
“Sure.” He smiled. Those smart eyes of hers would never missed a beat. “I’m not interested in sharing my thinking.”
“Well. Your response is frustrating as hell.”
“I can be difficult.” He wanted to tease her, almost a compulsion to do so. Anything to make her smile. The mating dance—dammit, he’d wanted to avoid entanglements, yet here he was falling for her.
She hadn’t answered so he looked over at her where she stared, straight ahead in the cave. The light from the entrance let him see her perfectly. Although he’d not been keeping track of time, he knew it to be early evening. They were going to need to eat soon. Caitlyn in particular would need sustenance to keep going after her ordeal.
“I have a problem.”
“Oh?” He wanted to kiss her and he was going to do so really soon. His hands itched. By the gods, how did Werewolves survive the pull? Did anyone ever hold off?
“I have to pee.”
He stood. “Come on.”
“No. I don’t want you to watch me.”
“I’m not planning on it. I’m going to bring you to where you can take care of business and guard you. I’ll keep my back turned.” This was the most ridiculous conversation and the fact was it hadn’t stopped him from wanting to kiss her. Gods help him.
She rose on shaking legs. “There’s some evidence the dragon drug can be addictive after only one use.”
“You’re too tough for that.” He hoped. If he’d made Caitlyn a junkie, it would put him on the list of worst males ever. Of course, Dougal might already be there.
He helped her walk to the back of the cave. He’d gone back himself once when she’d been out cold for the same reason. “The corner is probably the best place.”
“Um. Thanks.”
She was so ridiculously cute. Gods . “Welcome.”
“Turn around.”
“Oh. Right.” Dougal looked away. He wanted to point out he’d already seen her naked. Still, if she wanted modesty
“I know.” He traced the slope of her nose. “Which is why I didn’t give you anymore.”
“Thanks for everything you did. I see I’m wearing clothes again.”
“They dried, so I put them back on you. And welcome.” Of course .
She struggled to sit and he slowed her. “Easy.”
“I need to sit. Unless you tell me the room is really spinning.”
“Nope.” He rubbed her back. There really wasn’t anything else to do. They had no boat and they were trapped in a cave on the worst possible dragon island with a purple sentry outside waiting for them. No, he corrected his thought. Not them. The thing hadn’t cared one bit about him. Though it didn’t make any sense, he couldn’t shake the nagging thought the dragon wanting Caitlyn.
The idea was ridiculous. What could a purple dragon want with her? What could it want with any of them? A dragon never turned away from the chance to kill. The one which struck the night before went for her too.
“Hey, beautiful, I have a question.”
“I wish you wouldn’t call me beautiful.”
“Tough.” He really didn’t care whether she liked it or not. Dougal would call her whatever he liked.
She rolled her eyes. “You had a question.”
“Have you had any particular dealings with the dragons before?”
“Dealings? No. Of course not. I mean how could I have?” She shook her head. “We look at their secretions under microscopes. The most I’ve ever had to do with any of it before yesterday when I saw one for the first time. Why?”
“No reason, really.” He wouldn’t make her more upset. If she thought the beast wanted her specifically she might freak out. The last thing he wanted was her wound to open.
Where is the fucking boat?
If it didn’t get there soon, he’d have to go kill the thing and who knew how many others the fight would draw out? Hiding in a cave was really not working for him. Caitlyn was in the cave, and he needed to protect her.
“Obviously you had a reason for asking.”
“Sure.” He smiled. Those smart eyes of hers would never missed a beat. “I’m not interested in sharing my thinking.”
“Well. Your response is frustrating as hell.”
“I can be difficult.” He wanted to tease her, almost a compulsion to do so. Anything to make her smile. The mating dance—dammit, he’d wanted to avoid entanglements, yet here he was falling for her.
She hadn’t answered so he looked over at her where she stared, straight ahead in the cave. The light from the entrance let him see her perfectly. Although he’d not been keeping track of time, he knew it to be early evening. They were going to need to eat soon. Caitlyn in particular would need sustenance to keep going after her ordeal.
“I have a problem.”
“Oh?” He wanted to kiss her and he was going to do so really soon. His hands itched. By the gods, how did Werewolves survive the pull? Did anyone ever hold off?
“I have to pee.”
He stood. “Come on.”
“No. I don’t want you to watch me.”
“I’m not planning on it. I’m going to bring you to where you can take care of business and guard you. I’ll keep my back turned.” This was the most ridiculous conversation and the fact was it hadn’t stopped him from wanting to kiss her. Gods help him.
She rose on shaking legs. “There’s some evidence the dragon drug can be addictive after only one use.”
“You’re too tough for that.” He hoped. If he’d made Caitlyn a junkie, it would put him on the list of worst males ever. Of course, Dougal might already be there.
He helped her walk to the back of the cave. He’d gone back himself once when she’d been out cold for the same reason. “The corner is probably the best place.”
“Um. Thanks.”
She was so ridiculously cute. Gods . “Welcome.”
“Turn around.”
“Oh. Right.” Dougal looked away. He wanted to point out he’d already seen her naked. Still, if she wanted modesty
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