Can't Get Enough (Dragon Kin) - G.A. Aiken Page 0,54

forced her up the stairs as Shalin tried to shake them loose. “You can’t do this!”

“We can,” Kyna told her.

“We are,” Kennis confirmed.

“We know you two. You’ll talk and talk and the full moon will pass. That won’t work for us.”

“Work for you?”

“Aye. And don’t screech so. Makes me head ache. Don’t it, Kennis?”

“That it does, Kyna.”

“I’ll shift,” she threatened. “I’ll shift and take this whole blasted building with me.”

The twins stopped walking. Kyna moved right up next to her and said against her ear, “And kill all these lovely humans? Would you really do that, Shalin the Innocent?”

“From protector to murderer in the beat of a heart,” Kennis said with a smirk.

Shalin glared at them. “I hate you both.”

“Hate us today. Love us tomorrow,” Kyna laughed while she and her sister shoved Shalin through Ailean’s bedroom door.

Ailean walked out of the stables and into Madenn, who was about to walk in.

“What?” he grumbled.

“Still in a bad mood, I see?”

“And it’s getting worse. What is it?”

Madenn gave a small smile. “She’s back and—oh!”

Ailean kissed her forehead and ran off toward the castle. He was up the stairs and heading toward his room when the twins stumbled out, laughing hysterically. But when they saw him, they immediately stopped, which had his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“What have you done?”

Kyna and Kennis passed him, both patting his shoulders.

“Just helping,” Kyna said on a giggle.

“But you better get in there,” Kennis added.

“Before she tears the walls down around us.”

Then they took off running.

Ailean walked to the door and opened it. His first thought was, When did I get a headboard?

Shalin heard the door open again, but when she looked over her shoulder, it wasn’t the twins.

“Oh, gods,” she groaned, then again desperately tried to get loose of the leather bonds the twins had tied around her wrists and to the headboard that, according to the twins, had only been put up that afternoon while Ailean was away.

And she thought the North dragons had laid in wait for her.

“Well, well, well,” Ailean said jovially, closing the door behind him. “Look what we have here. A gift for Ailean!”

“I’m going to kill all of you. It will be my mission in life.”

Bad enough they’d tied her up at all, but they’d bound her wrists so close to the wood headboard that she faced the wall. And although they’d tossed a fur over her, she still had her ass sticking out to the world—and to Ailean!

“Now, now, my sweet, innocent Shalin. No need to get so testy.”

Shalin closed her eyes as Ailean slowly pulled the fur off her body.

“I do have the best family,” he groaned.

“Ailean—”

“Do you know why the ancestors began marking each other while human?”

“I—I never really thought…” Ailean’s hand brushed down her back to her thigh. “I have no bloody idea,” she laughed, reveling in his touch. The way his fingers stroked her.

“Damn.” And he laughed with her. “I was hoping one of us would know.”

The bed dipped as Ailean moved in behind her. He brushed his head against her back, his hair trailing along her skin like the finest silk, his lips against her spine.

“Where should I mark you, Shalin?”

He’d already stripped and the heat from his naked body nearly seared hers. His hands landed on either side of her own, his big body braced over hers.

Ailean pressed his hips forward and Shalin groaned at the contact.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t care,” she finally admitted.

“The breast?” One rough fingertip circled her nipple, toying with it. “Or perhaps the neck.” He kissed her on the back of her neck while his hand moved lower. “Perhaps your belly or something lower…”

Shalin pushed back against him. “I don’t care where, Ailean,” she panted out. “Just make me yours.”

Ailean briefly buried his face between Shalin’s shoulder blades and let what she’d said wash over him. She wanted him as her own. She wanted him until their ancestors called them home.

“And Ailean?” she said softly. “I do love you.”

That was more than he could stand. More than he could ever hope to handle.

Rising up, he dug his hand into her hair, turning her head so he could kiss her, plundering her mouth with his own. Their tongues tangled and stroked until Shalin pulled back.

“Don’t make me wait. Not a second longer.”

He didn’t. Kissing his way down her back, Ailean gripped her breasts with both hands. He massaged them and toyed with the nipples, loving how hard they were against his fingers.

Ailean kissed her lower back where her hips met her