Lord of Chaos (The Dragon Demigods #7) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,58
into the shower and under the water. His gaze is still on me. “We need to somehow break that stupid bond so that you can hand his ass to him.”
“You’re far stronger than you realize,” I tell him. “I can’t do it without you.”
He barks out a laugh, “You mean you can’t do it without my dick.” He palms his member. It’s hard and standing to attention.
“I do need your…” I look down and smile, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Then I look him in the eyes again, “I need more than just that from you. I’m hoping you’ll come to see that.” I realize I’m sounding sappy. Like I’m talking about feelings. “You’re so strong. So incredibly powerful. Far more powerful than Gaire could ever hope to be,” I rattle on. At this point, I’m laying it on too thick. I’m trying to cover up for my sappiness.
“That’s not a good thing.”
“I happen to think it is.”
We’re just looking at one another. The water is running over Rage’s back. The shower door is still open. I make a split second decision and get into the stall with him. “What are you doing?” he says, making no attempt to usher me out. If anything, his cock is looking harder.
“I’m dirty, too,” I say.
“You couldn’t be dirty if you tried,” he says, his voice deep. It sends shivers through my whole body. “We have a problem.” He moves so that I can get under the water. I feel my hair get wet. I feel the water stream down my back.
“What problem would that be?”
“A big one,” he says, squeezing some shower gel into his hand and lathering it over his body.
“Tell me.”
He hands me the gel, and I take it, squeezing a big dollop into my hand. I always smell like fear, adrenaline, and anger after dealing with Gaire. It’s tight in the small shower stall, especially since I’m sharing it with a man as impressive as Rage. His shoulders are wide. His arms are thick and powerful, as are his thighs.
“Did you hear me?” he asks.
“Sorry, the water…” I lie through my teeth. I was so busy checking out Rage, I wasn’t listening to him at all.
“We would need to use condoms,” he says, wincing. “We’re no longer in the Underworld. Based on the information you gave me, sex probably isn’t even going to work since it’s not bareback. You said that I need to come inside you, and we can’t risk pregnancy.”
“I don’t want to risk it.”
“Hellhounds have litters.” Rage’s eyes are wide. “One kid would be bad enough; imagine a bunch of kids.”
“First litters are normally small,” I answer, as if it makes a difference. “I don’t want any kids...I assure you…” I mumble the last.
“That means using a condom. We might be wasting our time. Do you still want to try?”
“There’s only one way to find out whether it will work or not.” I take his cock in my hand. “My mam gave me all of this information. Maybe she didn’t know for sure. Some of it is old wives’ tales. You see, hellhounds very rarely mate outside of our own circle. I don’t know of any who have.”
“Does it happen the other way around, too?” he asks, eyes raised. “I mean, do the men also give away their power to the women they mate?”
I’m still holding his cock in my hand. I tug on it. Rage’s eyes close, and he groans. “What do you think?”
He nods once. “I’d say it’s a yes.”
“It’s a more equal footing when two hellhounds are together.” I palm his member again, letting my hand slide from base to tip. I watch as Rage’s pupils dilate, making his eyes seem even darker. He makes this noise of pleasure. It’s like he’s trying to hold back somehow. Like the sound is being trapped in his throat.
“Maybe Mam had it wrong,” I say. I’m feeling brazen, which is unlike me when it comes to sex. I’m not sure what it is, but I feel desired and sexy when I’m with Rage. I drop to my knees.
His eyes widen. His mouth drops open just a little.
“I think that perhaps if you come in my mouth, between my breasts, and on my back, it might work just as well.” I lift my brows. I’m hoping I’m right, but I’m not sure. We need to try.
He chuckles. “You’re expecting a lot in less than two hours.”