Dragon King: A Dark Kings Novella (1001 Dark Nights) by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online Page B

in sweat. Grace tried to take more of his weight to help him.
    It seemed to take an eternity to reach the entrance. Arian breathed a sigh when they stepped inside the cave.
    “Water,” he said, motioning with his other hand to the body of water.
    Grace walked him to the fire and helped him down. He stretched out on his right side with his eyes closed and didn’t utter another word.
    She hurried to get a bottle of water from the basket and brought it to him. While she held it to his lips, Arian drank the entire bottle, never opening his eyes.
    Grace put the cap on the bottle and sat on her haunches as Arian appeared to slip into unconsciousness. Her mind urged her to leave, but she hesitated. What if there were more of those black and silver haired men about?
    She would rather take her chances here with Arian than encounter one of those men. Then she also wanted to see if Arian would speak of what had transpired.
    Besides, if she saw something she wasn’t supposed to, running would do her no good. Arian and any others like him would find her soon enough. So Grace remained.
    She got another bottle of water from the basket and one of the napkins. After she soaked the cloth napkin, she began to clean Arian’s wounds.
    Her eyes drifted freely over his magnificent body, from his wide shoulders, contoured stomach muscles, and trim waist. Then lower to his narrow hips and his flaccid cock.
    She bit her lip at seeing so much of him when he was unconscious, but with a body like his, it should be showed off.
    “Oh my,” she whispered as she drew in a stuttering breath.
    There wasn’t a part on Arian that wasn’t absolute perfection. And she wanted to touch every inch of him.
     

Chapter Six
    Grace was wondering how to get Arian out of the mountain and to a hospital when she noticed his wounds didn’t look quite as bad as before.
    As she watched, she saw his injuries begin to heal. The burns disappeared and his skin knitted back together without a trace of any damage.
    “Oh, shit,” she murmured.
    “Doona be afraid,” Arian said.
    Her gaze jerked to his face where his champagne eyes were open and watching her. “Yeah, a bit late for that.”
    “I didna mean for you to see any of that. I thought you’d still be asleep.”
    Grace shrugged and fiddled with the now useless napkin. “But I did witness it.”
    “Aye. You did.” Arian pushed himself up into a sitting position.
    She pointed to his now healed wounds. “What was that out there?”
    He eyed her for several long, silent moments. Then he said, “Magic.”
    “Magic,” she repeated. Well, she did see a dragon. Would it be too far of a stretch to accept magic as a weapon?
    “You didna leave. Why?” Arian asked.
    Grace looked at his chest again as she imagined him as a dragon. A huge dragon with the most beautiful turquoise scales that reminded her of the waters off the Bahamas.
    The fear she had first felt was melting away. Now, it was desire—hot and insistent—that filled her. “I told you. I couldn’t leave you out there wounded. Although, if I’d known you could heal, then I would’ve.”
    When she looked up at his face, Arian was grinning. As if her words amused him. He was supposed to be hurt by her words, or at the very least annoyed. Not amused.
    She raised a brow. “You find that funny?”
    “I like that you speak your mind.”
    “I probably shouldn’t do that,” she said as she got to her feet and moved away from him. “You might get angry and turn back into a dragon.”
    His smile vanished in an instant. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, with his long black hair falling about his shoulders and his champagne eyes focused on her. “I doona harm the innocent, Grace. That man out there,” he said, pointing through the entrance, “wasna a human. He was a Dark Fae, and he was looking for this cave.”
    Grace held up her hand to stop him. “Wait. Just...wait. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can handle all of this. It’s too