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“You’ll get used to it.” Craven’s voice turns into a hoarse rasp as if something is tightening his throat. “Your skin will find it uncomfortable at first but then you’ll learn to crave it.”
Shivers flow down my spine, forceful as a waterfall. Crave Craven? My body seems totally on board as if it knows something I don’t.
A whimper trembles across my lips when Craven’s body suddenly shoots jack straight, as if he just scented something in the air. Black wings spurt on either side and take down a vase as well as a painting. I clasp a hand over my mouth.
What was that?
Glancing at Craven, I hold down a small moan when eyes dark from passion and hunger bore into mine. I swallow. He wants me. At least for now but he won’t when he realizes how frail I am. There’s nothing dragons admire more than power.
And I happen to have zero.
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Craven
The wings flared out for her.
Because I can’t hide my attraction to her small physique, and I’m embarrassed I can’t control myself.
I don’t want her to think I’m coming on too strong and I force the wings to withdraw, until they eventually disappear.
Kylie watches me in silence and there’s something familiar about her, even though we’ve never met. I would have remembered because no man can forget a face like hers.
The Valkyrie is stunning in a way that makes my chest constrict and I struggle to breathe.
Her features are serious but the lips are pouty, and the shoulder length red hair adds to the innocent pinup look. Not even the fact that she looks like a drenched rat right now, can take anything away from her beauty.
The dragon in me has been reacting to her ever since he saw her. I even had to fight him to be able to switch forms. He stirs inside of me, slithering like a serpent, and I know that if I don’t give him what he wants-which is her-he won’t hesitate to let me feel the flames.
Gritting my teeth, I turn my attention to Kylie again and she trembles as if she’s freezing. A need to tend to her flares in me and I murmur, “You must be cold.” I drag a hand down my jaw. “How about a hot bath?”
“I’d like that,” she replies, squirming and I catch a whiff of her aroma again-wild honeysuckle, frozen orange slices and a pinch of something else. My brows rise when I realize I can smell a little bit of human on her. I didn’t even notice it before but the combination is mouthwatering and I’d die for a taste.
I shove the beast down, then gesture with my hand. “Follow me,” I murmur, leading Kylie through the halls, until we end up in the master bathroom. There are other bathrooms, half a dozen of them in fact but I want her to use my personal one.
“You should probably take your clothes off,” I say, snatching a towel from the linen closet and grabbing a fresh bar of soap. “Your dress needs to dry.”
“I know, but what am I going to wear in the meantime? I can’t walk around naked.”
There’s nothing sultry in her voice as if she didn’t intend to provoke, but that’s exactly what happens. I crush the soap in my hand, turning it into flakes. Inwardly I groan and replace it with a new one.
“I’ll find something for you.” My voice comes out distorted but I’m not myself right now. Black spots dance before my eyes and I rub my brow ridge.
Usually, I feel on top of the world but now everything annoys me. Everything that’s not her. I hand her the towel and toiletries, and she has already filled up the claw-foot bathtub.
Running her hand through the water, she murmurs, “It’s cold...”
Not for long and I open my mouth, directing the fire at the bath and it heats up in no time.
“Better?” I ask and she nods, thanking me with a smile but her eyes are still cautious. I understand the hesitation. Dragons are notoriously difficult to deal with, and there’s a common prejudice about water dwellers being the worst.
And I have claimed her as my own, without even asking her about what she wants. I want to but my dark nature prevents me. It wants her company, wants her alone and preferably screaming my name in a cave.
The stirring in my body picks up and I turn away but leave the door open. I listen to her breaths as I walk into my adjoining bedroom and search for something she can wear. She’s taking her clothes off now and I hear them slide down her soft skin. My jaw clenches when she plunges into the bath.
Calm. Down.
Blinking, I try to regain focus then yank out my finest shirt. Only the best is good enough for her and I’ll have to take her shopping. Paris maybe, or Milan if she prefers tiramisu over tartes.
