He smirked. “Think again, little liar. You’re stuck with me for the night. For a bit of added insurance, if you ever have the urge to tell someone about my dragon, I can easily tell them about the night we spent together.”
My mouth fell open. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly.”
I couldn’t hide my astonishment. “You would make it seem like we had sex when we didn’t?”
He shrugged. “It’s not my fault if they don’t ask for clarification.”
“You’re a bastard,” I gritted through my teeth as I angrily turned my back to him.
“That I am,” he said. “Don’t have any silly thoughts that we might be friends, Arya. I’m not the friend type.”
I scoffed. “Trust me, I never once contemplated it. You’re an asshole. I get it.”
“I don’t know what an asshole is, but the context doesn’t sound too good,” he whispered. “After tonight, we’ll go our separate ways and never see each other again. You stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. Deal?”
“Deal.”
11
CAT
Something warm covered my body from behind and something heavy laid across my stomach. But that wasn’t what startled me, or what had me wide awake before the sun came up.
It was what was poking my ass.
His morning wood sent me a very big hello this morning. Averybig hello. This wasn’t my first rodeo, but I remained very still and held my breath as my gaze traveled down to his trunk of an arm wrapped around my waist. He held me tightly against his chest and clutched one of my breasts. His face was stuffed into the back of my hair.
My breath stuttered and he stirred behind me in response, making me liquify in his grasp. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning. The last thing I needed was to get dicked down by some dragon prince in a magical world I was trying to escape from! It wouldn’t bode well for the real Arya when she returned, but Goddamnit, I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex.
Speaking of which, I wondered what kind of havoc she was wreaking inmylife right now. I could only imagine the shock she was experiencing in modern times.
Yes, Cat, think about the real Arya, not this exquisite masterpiece of a man fondling your left tit.
Yeah, that was kind of difficult when I hadn’t been laid in a while and he was touching all the right spots.
Damnit. He was sound asleep and didn’t know what he was doing. I would probably get blamed if I didn’t find a way out of this predicament. Women were always blamed.
How did we end up like this anyway? His room is like a furnace. The last thing we should be seeking is body heat.
He rubbed his dick on my behind and a moan slipped out of my mouth. I clasped a hand over my mouth before I woke him up. Christ, this was such a bad idea! I needed to get out of this predicament. Andfast. Just as I was about to lift his arm, a heavy bang on his bedroom door startled us both awake.
“Damien, Lady Arya, it’s time to go!” Royal Prince Bai announced from the other side of the door.
We froze for a split second. No one moved, no one breathed. It was the longest three seconds of my life.
Damien quickly unlatched himself from me as if I had burned him with a vat of acid. My shirt was slightly lifted, exposing my lower back. His eyes drifted to my bare skin with a puzzled look. “What’s that?”
Completely ignoring the compromising position in which we’d just found ourselves, I yawned and tried to play it off like I was just waking up and hadn’t noticed him pawing all over me at all. I peered over my shoulder to see him standing by the bed, pointing at my exposed lower back.
I snorted. “It’s called a tramp stamp. A rite of passage, if you will, for any nineteen-year-old girl worth her salt.” I gave a throaty chuckle and lowered my shirt before sitting up on the edge of the bed.
“Did you always have that mark?” he hesitantly asked, as if unsure if he should continue his line of questioning.
I peered over at him and winked. “I have all kinds of markings you’ve never seen before.”
He glared. “I’m being serious, Arya. I don’t remember you ever having—”
