Dragon's Blood: a Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance (The Dragon's Gift Trilogy Book 2)(13)

“Let’s get you warm.” She pressed her naked body flush against his. His skin was scalding in some places, ice cold in others, but she let none of that deter her as she wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back with slow, soothing motions.

Alistair muttered something incomprehensible as he buried his face in her neck, and she nuzzled his cheek.

“There now,” she said as his shaking gradually subsided. “You’re starting to feel better, aren’t you?”

“Much,” he mumbled into her neck, and she laughed. Her laugh subsided as he skimmed his hand down her bare back, then gently squeezed her bottom. “You feel good.”

Dareena shivered as his hard length pressed into her belly. “You should get some rest,” she whispered, even as her nipples began to pebble. He shifted a little, and she bit back a moan as his chest scraped against her breasts.

“I had plenty of rest in that accursed wagon,” he said, nudging her legs apart. Dareena gasped as he slid his fingers between her thighs and cupped her. She was already growing wet, her tender folds aching as he massaged her, and she arched into his touch when he found her clit.

“I guess…a little sex…wouldn’t hurt…” she managed as he played with her. A moan tore from her lips when he bent his head and bit down on the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met. After all, sex strengthened her dragon princes, didn’t it? Perhaps a tumble in the sheets would drive away some of the foul magic plaguing Alistair and replenish his strength.

“That’s it,” he breathed as she came, clutching at his broad shoulders while she shook from the force of it. Rolling her onto her back, he kissed a scorching path down her chest, then traced slow circles around her nipples until she was gripping fistfuls of his hair, urging him lower. Her hips shot straight off the bed when he took her clit in his mouth, sucking hard, and she clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream as she flew off the deep end again.

“Again,” Alistair demanded. He slid two fingers inside her as he continued to lick the sensitive nub, driving her absolutely wild. Unable to control herself, Dareena stuffed part of the sheet in her mouth so she could grab his hair again, urging him on. She was on fire, burning from the inside out with need, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if her entire body glowed from the force. Her mind was saturated with need, her heart full to bursting, and she couldn’t get enough, she couldn’t—

“Mine,” he growled, finally slamming into her. She screamed his name as he filled her, stretching her to the fine line between pain and pleasure, and he ripped the impromptu gag from her mouth. He kissed her fiercely, filling her with the taste of him, his tongue deep inside her mouth as he fucked her with single-minded determination. The bed shook so hard beneath them that he gripped the headboard with one hand, and Dareena sank her fingernails into his luscious arse, urging him faster, harder, deeper. The air around them hummed with power as their souls, for a brief moment in time, strained toward each other, determined to become one.

“Yes,” she moaned into his mouth as the edge rushed up to meet her. The orgasm hit, a tidal wave of pure pleasure that had her eyes rolling back into her head. Alistair stiffened, and then he came, his entire body vibrating from the force of it. Dareena smiled against his mouth, her walls clenched around his cock as she milked him for all he was worth.

“Mine,” he growled again, tucking his face into the crook of her neck. He bit down on her shoulder, a gesture that was somehow possessive and tender all at once.

“Yours,” she murmured in his ear as he collapsed on top of her. A soft warmth spread through her as he rolled onto his side, cradling her back against his chest, and she smiled as he nuzzled her neck.

“Yes, I’m definitely feeling much better,” he said, and she laughed. “Thank you.” He pressed a gentle kiss against her cheek.

“You don’t have to thank me.” She twisted her neck so she could stick out her tongue at him. “I’m not doing you a favor. This is a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

“An arrangement, is it?” He nipped at her earlobe, making her squirm. “I’ve got some news for you.”

“Oh?” She stilled at the serious note in his voice. “What is it?”

He splayed a hand against her belly. “You’re pregnant.”

Dareena’s breath caught in her throat. “Pr…pregnant?” she whispered. Her world seemed to tilt sideways as she looked down at the big hand pressed against her abdomen. Was she really carrying a dragon baby so soon after meeting the princes?

“Yes,” Alistair confirmed, a smile in his voice. “I’ve been around enough pregnant women to recognize the scent. Not to mention,” he added, tweaking her nipple, “your breasts are more sensitive than usual.”

Dareena squealed, batting his hand away. “Stop that!” she scolded, and he laughed, nibbling her shoulder. The shock of Alistair’s impromptu announcement was eclipsed with blinding joy, and she grinned so hard her cheeks began to ache. “I wish Drystan and Lucyan were here with us right now. We must tell them immediately!”

“No.” Alistair went still, his voice hard. “We can’t risk the elves reading the message first. They can’t know about this, Dareena.”

The joy vanished as swiftly as it had come. “Damn,” she said softly, tears springing to her eyes. For a moment, she’d forgotten all about the elves. “You’re right. If the elves find out I’m carrying a child, it will only make me a more valuable hostage.”