About A Dragon. G.A. Aiken

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      Talaith stood at the mouth of the alcove and stared. “This is amazing,” she murmured.

      “Dragons like water. One of my brothers has a lake in his den.”

      She nodded as she examined the steaming hot springs. There were eight in varying sizes, replenished from an outside water supply according to Gwenvael. He’d bragged about them all through the delicious lamb dinner Éibhear made. The more he talked about it, the more she wanted to try them out. She hadn’t had a bath since the dragon dunked her in the lake after she’d vomited.

      “You going to get in or just stand there with your mouth open…drool coming out.”

      She glared at him. “Very funny.” Talaith stepped inside, letting the light fragrant steam wrap around her. It was warm but not uncomfortably hot. Crouching down, she tested the water with her finger, relieved to discover it was hot but not searing—with dragons you could never be too sure, their idea of uncomfortably hot differing from most. With renewed eagerness, her fingers went to the ribbon tying her bodice together, quickly undoing it. But as she started to strip off her dress, Talaith realized Briec leaned back against the wall and watched her.

      “Could you excuse me?” she asked.

      “No,” he answered.

      “Will you not let me enjoy anything?”

      “That’s a bit unfair.” He grinned. “I merely thought we could enjoy it together.”

      “Well, you thought wrong.”

      Briec sighed. “Do you really dislike me that much, little witch?”

      “It isn’t that I dislike you so much, big, fat dragon. It’s that I don’t like you enough.”

      “You’re cruel.” And she knew he teased.

      “Aye. So I’ve been told. Too cruel for you.” She put her hands on his chest and tried her best to shove the big ox from the chamber. “Find yourself a willing woman. A dragoness perhaps. Someone who actually finds you charming.”

      He took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips. “I’ll leave you, little witch.”

      “Thank you—”

      “For now.”

      Talaith bit her lip as Briec slipped her index finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip before gently sucking. His eyes stayed on Talaith’s, unwilling to let her go.

      Her sex went dripping wet, her strong legs went weak. Another minute of this exquisite torture and she’d be flat on her back without another word.

      All I wanted to do was take a bath. Now all she wanted to do was wrap herself around Briec the Arrogant like a jungle snake.

      Using the same control she possessed to slow her heart rate and calm her breathing, Talaith pulled away from the dragon. “Well, that was…interesting.” She took a step back. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

      Briec nodded, turned, and began to walk away. Stopped abruptly. Sniffed the air. Looked back at her with a grin. Then he walked off.

      She glared at his retreating form and thought about all the wonderful ways she could eviscerate the beast.