demand, and a plea.
A few weeks earlier, I’d slammed my knee right into his crotch and taken him down before fleeing him deeper into the prison. Maybe he was right. Maybe who I’d been wasn’t who I was anymore. That Fiona had finally died, irrevocably ended by Alfred, and there was only the Fiona I had become.
“I can’t take you away from your family.” I closed my eyes as much to gather my thoughts as to escape the intensity of his gaze burning through me. His breath was a whisper on my cheek as he trailed kisses to my jaw and then down to my throat while he eased his hand away. Trusting him meant not stiffening as his lips touched the skin there. Trusting him meant not pulling away at the first scrape of his teeth over my pulse point. “Maddox…you’re a dragon.”
The silence that followed my statement had me opening my eyes, only to find his shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter. His breath huffed against my skin. “Yes, Kitten, I’m aware.”
I punched his shoulder. All I succeeded in doing was hurting my hand. “You know what I meant.”
“No,” he said, still laughing softly. “I don’t. Enlighten me, Kitten.” Despite his continued mirth, he truly sounded like he was trying to sober up. I threaded my fingers through his hair, and my heart gave a little fist bump against my ribs. I really didn’t want to care about him. Them. Any of them.
It was impossible not to.
“Dragons, or so I was told, are only solitary outside of their chosen grouping.”
The stroke of his tongue sent liquid heat through my system. “This is true.”
“The guys are your chosen grouping.”
“They’re my brothers,” Maddox agreed. “But you’re my mate.” He lifted his head, and the dragon stared out at me from his slitted eyes.
“I don’t want you to regret this,” I conceded, and his smile was damn near blinding.
“I won’t.” He lifted me up easily, his large hands under my thighs, flipping the skirt of my dress out of his way. With one finger, he shredded my panties, and I laughed. His every action was deliberate and endearing.
Panting, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wasted no time rocking his cock into me. The first press of the thick head had me biting my lip. I couldn’t look away from him if I’d wanted to.
And to be blunt, I didn’t want to. Legs wrapped around him, I levered myself down, and we both groaned as he filled me. Maddox went to his knees, never once breaking our connection, and when he reached for my dress, I fisted his hair.
“Don’t rip it.”
I kind of liked this dress. I liked the color. The fabric.
The fact that Rogue had picked it out.
What? I’ve said it repeatedly—I was complicated.
A growl rumbled in his throat as he lifted the dress, and I raised my arms so he could strip it up and off. That left me in a lacy little bra and the scraps of panties that he’d already shredded. The band on the panties didn’t last another second, and I arched my back, brows raised as he looked at my bra.
“You want to rip it off me, don’t you?”
He grinned. “Yes.”
Arms spread wide, I licked my lips. Impaled on his cock, I wasn’t going anywhere fast, and I flexed my inner muscles around him. He let out a little hiss with every squeeze, and then he hooked his finger in the center of the bra and snapped it open.
I dropped my arms to let it fall off and then reached for his shirt. But he was already stripping it up and off. His jeans were still on, but he made no move to remove them. And I got it. It might mean letting me go.
Suddenly, I didn’t want to be let go. Arms wrapped around his neck, I pressed a kiss to his jaw. A single one, then another, tracing the stern line of it to that twitching muscle and laving my tongue against it. I kept flexing those inner walls against him in time with each kiss. The stretch of him threatened to split me open.
What a way to go.
He stroked his large hands down my back to my ass and then up to my hair.
“Kitten.” The light tug had me pulling back to meet his gaze.
The emotion in his eyes warned me to shy away. The responsibility of it. The need in them. At the same time…I didn’t want to leave