Dragon Fall: Masters of the Flame 3 (Mating Fever) by Elsa Jade Read Free Book Online Page A

leading her.
    And their tongues hadn’t even touched yet.

Chapter 5
    Esme knew she was shameless. She was riding his chest like he was a tame little pony when she’d sworn to him she knew he was a dragon.
    But it was hard to imagine, with his hair slicked back and the European flair to his attire. Not a beast, but a prince who’d saved her. Still, she knew it was his banked dragonfire that called to her, that understood what it was to live half-buried.
    And all of him was all hers. For tonight.
    Piper and Anjali would be so proud when she told them. They would giggle and compare baguettes…
    And then he swept his tongue between their parted lips.
    A tsunami of sensation flooded through her, washed on the wave of his harsh breath. The shocking intimacy of his tongue in her mouth—it was wrong, it was wicked.
    It was wild. And she wanted it.
    His grip on her upper arm lifted her higher, forcing her to tilt her head as he slanted his mouth across hers in a deepening kiss.
    She moaned as the slick, wet heat seemed to lick all the way through her, down to places never touched by pleasure.
    That was what he was giving her: the knowledge of desire.
    Oh, no wonder the devil in the garden had been a serpent.
    The muscular writhe of his tongue flicking over her teeth, tracing the inner lining of her lips, sparring with her tongue, teasing her…
    Tentatively, she flicked back, a juicy play of flesh and—ouch, a click of teeth.
    A chill of embarrassment battled the rising heat. She’d never been any good at this. In this world of gorgeous, assured women, he must think she was the worst bet ever… With a breathless sound of disgust, she turned her head, breaking the kiss. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be.”
    She tasted a metallic tang of blood. And something else.
    Something she’d never tasted in any of the five-star restaurants around the world. Something even more primal than blood.
    Dangerous as death, smoldering like the vein of a volcano delving to the center of the earth.
    He held her against his chest, his ragged breath gusting across the top of her head.
    “It won’t hurt you,” he murmured, as if he knew what she was tasting. His soft rumble vibrated through her. “I won’t hurt you. My ichor can’t touch you…”
    He thought he’d frightened her?
    She twisted, gripped him harder, and kissed him again. Attacked him, practically. Slanting her mouth frantically across his, she didn’t care that her lips were crushed against his or that their breaths sawed unevenly. Or that the points of his teeth were just a little sharper than they should be.
    He was a dragon lord, master of this fire that was rising in her, and she wouldn’t be ashamed or afraid of what she was feeling.
    She reached up to tangle both hands in his dark hair, willing him to devour her, to burn away her insecurity and inhibitions. His neck was stiff against her clutching for just a heartbeat, and then he snaked his head down to angle the kiss more fiercely. She felt the moment they locked into place, mouths fused, breathing in unison, the desire between them spiraling higher.
    Oh yes, he was a master, and she would be his mistress, in this at least…
    He skimmed his hand lightly down her spine, easing over the silk tunic to land at the small of her back. Above her butt. She didn’t have much of a curve there, none of the lush femininity that was only part of the impossible standards she’d always tried to follow. But somehow he knew where to stop, right before she might’ve wondered if he was going to…
    Oh, fuck it. She angled her hips forward, instinctively seeking the same snaking muscularity as his tongue but lower down… There. Behind the placket of his tailored pants. He wanted her. She was useless and weak and pathetic and a warlock’s castoff and bad at sex. And this prince of dragons wanted her.
    Okay, it was a low bar, considering he’d been trapped in his cavern cage for ages, but the knowledge that he touched her for no