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“No. Not unless you like a little pain.”
“I have no idea if I like that.”
“Right.” He tilts his head. “Virgin.”
I force myself not to flinch. “How much will you take?”
“Only enough to heal. It might make you light-headed. It might make you swoon.”
“Swoon?” I glare at him. “Dragons aren’t delicate.”
When he laughs, he clutches his chest where the sword gouged his leather armor.
“Hurts to breathe,” he says. “Help me take off my armor. Do you know how?”
He’s so confident in his demands. Arrogant even.
“I’ve had some practice removing it.” When he glances at me, I add, “While looting my dead enemies.”
With my hands trembling a little, I unbuckle the straps on his leather cuirass and lift it from his body. He’s wearing a linen shirt beneath, filthy with mud, sweat, and blood. With a hiss of pain, he strips the shirt over his head. Bruises purple his chest, which is rugged enough to rival a mountain. He feels his ribs with his fingertips. The knight’s sword must have had a crushing impact.
“Bruised,” he says, “not broken.”
“Was that just an excuse to take off your shirt?”
A smirk shadows his lips. “Perhaps.”
Even marred by bruises and old scars, his body is gorgeous. The muscles in his torso flex in a fascinating way when he twists to drop his shirt on the floor behind him. It’s impossible not to stare at him, but I’m still defensive.
“You’re trying to distract me,” I say. “Manipulate me.”
His teeth glint in a hard smile. It’s the smile of a hunter who’s caught his prey.
But I’m also a hunter.
“Never corner a dragon,” I say.
He takes a breath to speak, probably to argue with me again. I grab him by the horns and drag him down to me. When I freeze, his mouth hovers over mine without touching me. I keep him there. Taunting him.
A thrill rushes down my spine.
I’m in control of this powerful, dangerous demon.
“Kiss me,” I command.
He growls. “Gladly.”
CHAPTERTEN
His mouth collides with mine. Hard and fast and assertive. He tastes bittersweet like the potion’s scent. I’m still gripping his horns. His hands slide up my thighs, over my hips, and around the curves of my waist.
When his fangs graze my lip, I gasp. He takes advantage of my open mouth and slides his tongue into me. Entering me.
God. I clamp my legs together and try not to moan out loud.
I’m not in control, am I? Fear and desire battle inside me, dizzying me.
And then he starts to feed.
