by Selena Scott
“Go,” Amos whispered to Lucy. She didn't need telling twice as she scrambled out of the throne room and into the cold stone hallway.
“Amos,” the King’s voice stopped him at the threshold. “Make sure she doesn’t attempt to escape tonight. She’ll injure herself if she does.”
Amos nodded. “I’ll assign Rodrigo to watch her.”
“No,” the King said. “Rodrigo will take me tonight. You will stay with her.”
It was not in Amos’s training to argue with King Dalyer. He gave a curt nod of assent. He shot a quick text to Rodrigo. He was professional and a fierce fighter. The King would be fine for the night. He turned and followed Lucy out of the hall, slamming the chamber doors closed behind them.
“Shit,” Amos said as he assessed her. She was white as milk and her eyes were dilated. She was completely panicking. He had to get her to her chambers and calm her down.
He reached out to comfort her, or pick her up, or hug her, he didn’t know. But she swatted his hand away, leaning heavily on the wall. He swatted her hands away in return and took her face in both hands, examining her eyes, feeling her sweaty brow. Again, his eyes dropped to her lips. They were fuller than he was used to, plump. He bit down on the urge to pull her closer and closer. Touch those lips to any part of his body. He didn’t even care.
“Well, I guess now I understand why the throne is so big.” Her voice was surprisingly steady.
Amos nodded and let his hands drop to his sides. “Most of the fortress is designed to accommodate us in both human and dragon forms.”
Lucy glanced up at him suspiciously. And pressed herself a little further away. He realized that she hadn’t guessed that he was a shifter too. She’d thought it was just the King.
“You need water,” Amos said and tugged her away from the wall, ignoring the way she tried to shrink from his touch. Looking back and studying her blanched face he continued. “And meat. And wine. And whiskey. And sleep.”
“What, you want me to puke all over you?” Lucy asked, stumbling along as his pace quickened even further.
Amos turned a corner and immediately halted in his tracks. Lucy kept walking and smashed into him. He felt the imprint of her body on his and felt a flame of lust erupt inside of him. As soon as he locked her in her chambers he was going to shift. Full dragon. And he was going to fly at least 100 miles. And when he shifted back to his human form, he was going to the city to find some shifter wench. It had obviously been too long since he’d gotten some action.
He pushed aside a floor length velvet tapestry to reveal another intricate carving in the heavy stone. He pressed the ruby eye of one of the two carved dragons. The door to her chamber swung open and without hesitating he shoved Lucy into the small room. She stumbled on her heels but he didn’t care, he just had to get out of there before he did something dumb.
Then her words registered.
“Puke?” he asked, pausing at the door. “Why would you puke?”
Lucy turned a circle, taking in her room. “Because eating meat and then drinking wine and whiskey would make me puke. It’s gross. Can’t I get, like, some pad thai or something?”
“No, we don’t have pad thai here.”
Lucy eyed him shrewdly. “So that must mean we’re not in a city. If you can’t order thai food. Are we out in the ‘burbs somewhere?”
“No, Lucy. We’re not on earth.” He spoke slowly and clearly, gently closing the door behind him. She needed to hear the truth.
She slowly sat down on the bed, bouncing slightly. Amos’s mouth watered as her dress snuck up her thigh again.
“Not on earth,” she repeated dully. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering I just watched a Mr. Burns look-alike transform into a bright red dragon.”
Amos shook his head and didn’t ask what she was talking about.
Her face lit with sudden understanding.“That sparkling black hole thing. In the subway tunnel.”
Amos confirmed. “The portal. Between the human realm and the dragon realm.”
“Those men tossed me through it.”
“And I caught you on the other side.” Amos thought about the moment her unconscious form had fallen gently through the portal. He thought of her weight in his arms, the first moment he’d felt her warmth. And the raging erection he’d immediately gotten.
“How are you so calm about this, hatchling?” He had to know.
“No choice, I guess,” she responded. “I’ll figure a way out of all of this. I always do.”
Amos understood what she was saying but it made his stomach drop. She still believed she had the option of a different fate. He had to get her to understand. “The King usually gets what he wants, hatchling.”
“This is too much.” She flopped backwards on the bed, arms outspread and Amos jammed his hands in his pockets. Let his eyes rove hungrily across her curvy body. Let himself look all he wanted, considering she was staring at the ceiling. She sat halfway up and he averted his eyes. “You’re right,” she said. “I need water. And food. And sleep.” She stood up abruptly. “And to pee.”
Amos raised his eyebrows at her and gestured toward a small room off of her chambers.
She closed the door behind her and Amos sat down in her place on the bed. Felt the warmth her body had left behind.
“Are we alone in the fortress?” she called out from behind the closed bathroom door.
For a second Amos thought she meant just the two of them. But she continued on. “Shouldn’t there be servants, or courtiers, or something?” She opened the bathroom door, wiping her hands on a hand towel that she tossed back toward the sink.
Crossing the room back toward Amos, she toed out of one high heel then the other.
Amos cleared his throat and stood up to fill a goblet of water for her. Handing it over, he sat next to her on the bed, his weight creating a valley she couldn’t help but slip into.
“Just the King and I are allowed to know you’re here. The men who captured you have no idea… what you’re for. We’ve forbidden anyone from this part of the fortress for now. And it’s impossible for anyone to enter without me knowing. Or for anyone to exit.” His eyes narrowed meaningfully.
“Don’t worry. I’m too tired to try and escape tonight.” He almost believed her.
She looked him up and down. “Why all the security to keep me a big secret?”
“Because no one can know about you. Ever.” He found he had trouble looking in her face as he told her the shameful truth.
“Because then it might get out that the King and his offspring are weak?” she asked.
Amos nodded. “Yes. But also,” he paused. “Dragon shifters don’t breed with humans. It’s taboo.”
Lucy cocked her head to one side. “Let me guess. Dragon shifters think humans are disgusting?”
“No,” he shook his head. “Not disgusting. Just… less.”
Lucy nodded and ran a hand through her long hair. It had gotten messy through all the events of the evening, but Amos found he liked it that way.
“In a weird way, I kind of get that,” she said. “I mean, in terms of supernatural stuff I offer zilch. I’m not even good at sports. All I can do is jog.” She grinned at him and he felt completely disabled. As if she’d just stabbed him in the stomach.
God, she was so beautiful. Disturbingly beautiful. Inconveniently beautiful. Disastrously beautiful.
“And it was pretty impressive,” she continued. “Watching the King hulk out like that.”
She put her water on the ground and turned to face him, crossing her legs on the bed. “Can you do that?”
“Shift?”
She nodded. “As fast as that?”
Amos scoffed. “Much faster than that.” He snapped his fingers to show just how fast.
“Can I see your dragon?”
The question was asked innocently enough but Amos found he had to shift his elbows onto his knees to hide his enormous erection. It was already too much having her warm
and smelling so good and sitting so close. But now she wanted to see his dragon form. God.
He shook his head.
“Why not?”
He gestured around to her chambers, spacious enough for a human, he supposed. The King had made sure she’d be comfortable there. “I wouldn’t fit.”
Lucy’s eyes widened as she looked around her. “The King would fit in here in dragon form. Easily.”
He looked down at her. “I’m bigger than the King. Much bigger.”
Amos realized that her eyes had dropped to his lips. And, fuck, was she leaning toward him? He froze.
Her ice blue eyes went back up to his. “Can you show me just a little? Like, shift just a little bit?”
“Fuck,” Amos said. He was so screwed. He was going to do it. Anything she asked.
She smiled. She knew she was getting what she wanted. Not breaking eye contact with her, Amos allowed his eyes to shift. He knew the pupils would turn to slits, they’d go iridescent, like a cat’s.
Lucy gasped and leaned in for a closer look. “More,” she whispered.
Thinking of what other minor shift he could do, Amos held one of his arms out in between them and let his scales cover it. They were a glittering amber green in the flickering candlelight.
Lucy’s eyes widened as she leaned even closer to him. “More.”
Well, she asked for it.
Her breath went out in an amazed whoosh as he let his wings unfurl behind him. He could barely open them halfway in this confining room.
“Oh my gosh.” Her eyes filled with tears but he knew she wasn’t scared.
She reached out to touch his scales but he immediately sheathed them. Her hand landed on the human skin of his arm.
“The scales are sharp,” he explained, his voice gruff. She hadn’t moved her hand from his arm. She trailed it up to his shoulder.
“You’re beautiful,” she said.
He blinked his eyes roughly and when he opened them, they were human again. His wings folded up and disappeared. He was to his full human form again. “Not beautiful. Fierce. Scary.”
“Very beautiful,” she disagreed.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said, before he could stop himself. Her face was so close to his and he was hyperaware of her hand on his shoulder.
“Nah,” she said, her eyes searching his. “I get ‘cute’ a lot. In a chubby way. But not beautiful.”
His brain fogged over in angry confusion. “You’re not chubby. You’re a woman. With all the stuff a woman is supposed to have.” He gestured to her chest and ass. He quickly dropped his hand. This was not going as planned.
She cocked her head to one side and finally let her hand fall away from his shoulder.
“That’s not the general consensus. Most people-”
He cut her off by grabbing her hand and placing it back on his shoulder. He didn’t want her to keep talking like that. He took her other hand and brought it around her back so she wouldn’t get any more ideas of touching him elsewhere. He would snap if she did that. But their fingers tangled behind her back. He allowed himself that much.
“Most people are fucking idiots,” he said gruffly. “I’m not most people. And I say you’re fucking gorgeous.”
She let out a loud breath, just a kiss away from being a moan. She licked her lips. He pretty much wanted to fuck her mouth with his mouth.
He mentally shook himself. Control, control, control.
She was not his to touch. She was the King’s. She wiggled a little in his grasp, like she wanted to get closer to him. And he couldn’t close himself off completely.
He leaned into her neck and deeply inhaled her scent. It was warm and made his mouth water, something he couldn’t quite place.
“So goddamn hot, I’ve been hard since you came through the portal.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lucy looked down and gaped. Wow, he wasn’t lying. That gigantic bulge was promising. Very promising. She licked her lips.
Considering how much stress she was under, she was pretty surprised at how wet she’d gotten from being alone with him. But there was no denying the warmth moving down her thighs. She pressed them together against the ache and his eyes tracked the movement.
Alright. Game time. She tried to tug her hand from where he had it pinned behind her back, but he held it fast.
She struggled a little more and his eyes darted to hers. This time she really yanked her arm but he just clamped her against him, pinning her. Her nipples pulled tight and beaded against the lace of her bra as she quickly shifted her legs so that they circled his waist. Her dress strained around her open thighs.
His nostrils flared as she watched him. A feral lust flashed across his face and something deep inside of her clenched. She started to bring her mouth to his but he held her away.
“We can’t do that.” His voice was clipped and strained.
She tried to kiss him again, squeezing her legs around his waist and drawing his face with her free hand. His eyes closed and she could taste his breath on her lips. But again, he jerked his face away. This time he grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and held them up over her head.
“Hatchling...” he growled.
She quickly shifted her weight and took him by surprise, toppling them backwards. She leaned in again but he deftly rolled them over so that she was on her back, legs around his waist and arms pinned above her head. She felt her breasts press against the top of her dress. She glanced down to see if they’d popped out and he followed her gaze down.
“Fuck,” he swore, dropping his head to her shoulder. “You are so unbelievably sexy.” He lifted his head and looked down at her.
“We can’t do this,” he said again, but his hips thrust slightly forward, his bulge rubbing firmly against her wet, aching center.
“Fuck,” she said, dropping her head back and grinding herself against him. “We can definitely do this.”
He thrust against her again and groaned. She bit her lip and met him. If he kept going just like that, she would come apart in about T minus 10 seconds.
But he stopped. He rested his forehead on hers. She realized that his eyes were the same clear green-brown of his scales. She pressed herself against him again, and something hot and dangerous flashed across his face, but he didn’t move.
He reached back and unwound her legs from his waist. Letting her arms free, he took a quick step back from the bed.
They stared one another down. Breathing hard. She felt tears of frustration form. She’d been through the ringer tonight and little bit of release could have really helped relieve some tension. And here he was, Mr. Wet Blanket. Mr. Ungodly Muscle Bound Wet Blanket. Well, she wasn’t done.
Jumping down from the bed, she walked over to him and turned her back. “It’s been a long day and I’m going to bed. Help me with my dress?” She swept her hair to one side, revealing the zipper. It was a move she’d used many times. If dragon shifters were anything like human men, he’d be begging to touch her in about three minutes.
She felt his stiff exhale wash over her back and then a gentle tug at the top of her dress. She rolled her eyes when she realized he was doing everything he could to not actually touch her. She glanced back over her shoulder at him, shooting him a coquettish look. “All the way down, please.”
He cleared his throat and did not look up from his task. Slowly her dress unzipped. Lucy held it up across her breasts so it wouldn’t fall. She felt his last tug and realized it was fully open. She turned to face him and let the dress fall.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Just kill me now. Seriously. Death was an easier choice than the one he had in front of him. Why did her underwear have to be black. And see-through. He had a thing for black see-through underwear.
The flimsy excuse for a bra barely contained her incredibly full breasts. Her nipples pressed toward him and he could see they were the same dark pink of her mouth. Her soft stomach curved in at the waist and flared immediately back out at her hips an
d ass. The tiny triangle of underwear covering her pussy was obviously soaked through with her need.
“Now I’m cold,” she said, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing them up even further. They strained against the lingerie. “Come warm me up.”
“I can’t touch you like that,” he snapped. His voice was louder and colder than he’d intended, but he was hanging on by a thread.
She glared at him accusingly. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me. But this is hurting me.”
He threw his hands up. “Oh for fuck sake. I didn’t mean emotional pain.” He felt like a dick for even having to say that out loud.
“It’s physical pain,” she said. Her eyes were hooded. Her cheeks kissed with color. A piece of her jet black hair fell lovingly over her shoulder and caressed one of the raspberry nipples that were peeking at him through the dark lace bra.
“It hurts here,” she said.
His life both ended and began as she pressed one of her hands to her pussy.
Something in Amos broke. Like a boat’s tether in a hurricane. He wasn’t the same man he was when he entered that room. But he couldn’t touch her. Everything he stood for, everything that he was born to honor would be betrayed if he touched her. But somehow, turning from her felt like an even bigger betrayal.
He made a snap decision. He quickly grabbed an armchair that sat in the corner and set it down where he’d been standing. He sat down and folded his hands in front of him. He felt like he’d spent the last few hours trying to stop looking at her. But now, there was nothing stopping him. He cleared his throat and leaned back.
“That hand between your legs, that’s my hand. You understand?” His voice was low and deadly.
She immediately nodded.
“Whatever I want to do with that hand, I get to do.”
She nodded again, a blush rising alluringly on her body.
“Turn around.”
He barely stifled a groan when he realized she was wearing a thong. Had been wearing a thong the entire night. Wearing a thong when he’d carried her in his arms. Wearing a thong when she was sprinting toward the gate, Wearing a thong when he’d tossed her over his shoulder and only her dress had separated his face from her soft, curvy ass. He adjusted his cock against his pants, she wasn’t the only one this was painful for.
