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

other reason than desire was like a fifth of cheap vodka rushing through her veins. No, it was top-shelf vodka.
    She broke the kiss again, mid-gasp. “We are so doing this—I am doing you. Now .”
    He stared down at her. In the amber-tinted light, his dark eyes glinted with warning, bronzing his dusky skin. But for once, she decided the yellow light didn’t mean caution, slow down, get ready to stop but rather go faster, full speed ahead, and damn the consequences .
    She let her fingers trail down from the black silk of his hair to linger at the sharp edge of his clenched jaw. “You want to tell me no.”
    “I will never tell you no.”
    He couldn’t promise her that. No one could. Or should. But she appreciated the lie because it meant he wanted to get into her palazzo pants. Which was where she wanted him. No one ever bothered lying to her because they always knew she’d do what they told her anyway.
    Probably this was not the start of a healthy relationship, but he was dying of a dragon’s disease and she’d been stunted from the start, so maybe healthy wasn’t all that important right now.
    Not compared to the fever raging between them.
    He clasped her fingers and turned his head to kiss her knuckles. She shivered at the courtly caress, then caught her breath when he turned her hand over to press his lips to the center of her palm. The fire spread when he kissed over the pulse point of her inner wrist, where the veins ran so close to the surface that she knew he must feel the rush of her heartbeat.
    Oh yes, he knew what he was doing to her. His dark eyes gleamed at her as he set his teeth to that sensitive, vulnerable spot. One bite…
    He threaded his fingers through hers and stepped back.
    “Bale…”
    He tightened his hold. “Follow me.”
    It was just a few steps to the bedroom, but she felt as if she were being led to a mountaintop. Her breath hitched as they stepped through the doorway out of the reach of the amber chandelier and into darkness.
    “Let me pull open the blinds.” She tugged at his grasp.
    But he didn’t release her. “No.”
    In surprise, she let out a little snort. “You said you’d never tell me no.”
    “Maybe I’m not very good at this.”
    At hearing his thought so like her own, another laughing hiccup escaped her. “Has it been that long for you?”
    “An eternity.”
    Why did that please her so? “I want to look at you.”
    “Why? So you can remember why you should run away?”
    “I won’t run,” she murmured. “You make me burn.”
    “Then we won’t need the light, will we?” He left the door open as he drew her deeper into the bedroom.
    She knew the room well enough since she’d been sleeping there when she wasn’t hiding in Bale’s cavern. And she supposed he knew it well enough too, since the entirely of the Keep was his demesne. But she also suspected the faint glow of light from the other room was sufficient to let him see even though she was all but blind.
    “I can’t see,” she said.
    “There’s nothing to see.” His voice rasped in the dark, making her shiver. “Just feel.”
    She reached for him, arrowing in by the sound of his voice, but he caught her wrist. “Ah no.”
    “I want to feel you ,” she complained breathlessly.
    “Hmm. I guess this is another no.”
    “Bale—”
    “I’m not…” The tone of his voice grew even rougher. “I’m not as pleasing to the eye as you seem to think I am.”
    She caught her breath. She hadn’t meant to touch on that tender spot, not if it hurt him. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t find you sexy as hell.”
    “Hell is right,” he muttered. “You haven’t seen me. Not all of me.”
    “Then show me and let me decide.”
    “No.”
    She huffed out an angry breath, and then sucked it right back in, aghast at her rudeness, and clamped her mouth shut.
    He must’ve seen her expression, as she suspected, because the roughness in his voice turned to amusement. “You don’t like being