Dragon Void (Immortal Dragons Book 2) by Ophelia Bell Read Free Book Online

silky feel of it sliding through. He sighed.
    “You’re the real mystery. I don’t even know your name.” He opened his eyes to look at her, his gaze growing darker as she let her fingers stray down and scraped her fingernails through the shorter hair at the nape of his neck.
    “Evie North. What does the ‘C’ stand for?”
    “Calais,” he replied, sighing and tilting his head down, eyes closed as though her touch were the best feeling in the world. “You must be an angel to make me feel so blessed. I bet you’d look good in wings.”
    Evie paused, surprised by his comment. It sounded sincere, but hit so close to home that it made her wonder if he really was as human as she’d first thought.
    “Worship me enough, I might grow a pair. Of wings, I mean.” She grinned down at him.
    “Oh, that won’t be a problem,” he said, his words trailing off into a rough laugh. “But I’m a bit of a bad boy. I’m worried that if I touch you, my hands might burn with holy fire.”
    “Marcus, even if I do grow wings, I promise I’m no angel.” She let her fingernails dig into the back of his neck just enough to reinforce her statement.
    His eyelashes fluttered and his gaze slid down her body again. Finally, he ventured a hesitant touch, raising his hands to her hips and resting them there.
    Her skin tingled under the warmth of his palms, and holy shit if she didn’t dampen her panties a bit. The man had some alluring quality that drew her to him, even if it wasn’t the one thing that signaled they were meant for one another. The idea suddenly frustrated her. How in all the winds could he not be the one for her? He pushed all her buttons. She wanted him. And she’d have him. But there was still that glimmer of truth that never left her. The piece that always knew the right path. The piece she was about to ruthlessly rebel against right now.
    “Can I take you home with me?” he asked.
    “You’d better. Otherwise, I might just have my way with you right here.”
    An almost primal sound rumbled up from deep in his chest and his hands ventured higher. They were so large, he could have wrapped both of them entirely around her waist and crushed her, yet he didn’t. He was so gentle she almost wanted him to squeeze harder just to be sure he was real. Evie’s breath caught when he brushed his thumbs along the sides of her breasts. His lust-filled gaze remained locked on hers, his mouth a mischievous curl. Then her mind short-circuited as he boldly stroked both thumbs over her nipples right through her thin blouse. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her, and it was all she could do not to wrap herself around him right there.
    “I dare you,” he said, and swiped across again, causing another flood of tingling warmth to surge between her legs.
    “Ohh-kayy,” she breathed, gripping his hands and reluctantly peeling them away from her sides. “I think we have someplace to be right now.” She turned and pulled him behind her, trying her best to ignore the confusion of sensations clamoring through her body. Her face burned, her heart raced, and a knot of molten heat had taken up residence between her thighs. It was tricky to even take a breath, but somehow she managed to pull sufficient air into her lungs to clear her head and see straight.
    Marcus didn’t balk at her urgency. He stood and followed, laughing all the way to the subway until they were seated. He asked, “Where are we going?”
    “To your place,” she said.
    “Good thing you put us on the right train.”
    Evie hadn’t even realized how many of his secrets the wind had told her in those few moments when he’d first touched her. They’d sunk in and become part of her. And in the moment she hadn’t thought, just instinctively headed in the direction the breeze blew.
    “I… thought we might ride a bit until I caught my breath, is all. You live in Brooklyn?” She looked innocently up at him.
    “I do.”
    The train lurched into motion and he caught