Prince of Dragons by Cathryn Cade Read Free Book Online

fingers was so delicate, so soft and so hot, that it was all he could do not to rip his own tights off and beg her to let him thrust his cock between the soft lips and into her heated depths. He was rigid, aching in his tight cup, which thank the gods beyond he was wearing, because otherwise his erection would be tearing a hole in his tights.
    She shivered under his touch and, as he watched, enthralled, she turned her head sharply and arched in his grasp, pushing herself eagerly against his marauding finger. She gave a long shudder and then went limp against the panel.
    He cupped his hand over her mons, triumph and tenderness surging through him, nearly enough against the raging heat of desire. He was ready to step back and force himself to let go when she opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
    “Have me here, now,” she invited.
    He froze. She offered temptation beyond any he had ever known. His mind filled with the image of the two of them naked, him holding her up against the bulkhead while he thrust into her. The most difficult thing he had ever done was to let go of her hands and step back. His voice, when he spoke, was a mere husk of sound.
    “Not yet, siren.”
    She made a little moue of regret, then shrugged carelessly and wriggled back into her tights, setting her uniform to rights. “Very well. I certainly enjoyed our little ‘talk’, Commander. Carry on.”
    He forced himself through sheer strength of will to key open the hatch.
    “After you,” he said.
    He followed her out into the passageway.
    “Commander Stone.” It was Navos.
    Slyde turned, masking his irritation at the interruption. The Indigon bowed courteously to both of them. “I’m sorry, but I wish to speak with you.”
    “Certainly,” Slyde said. He nodded to Sirena, ignoring her smug look, and turned to walk with Navos, who was silent until they had crossed the passageway into his office, and the hatch shut behind them. Then he turned to Slyde.
    “I received a communiqué on my shuttle about the incident in the arboretum last evening,” he said. “I’m curious about something. When do you plan to tell the others that you are the dragon?”

Chapter Seven
    Slyde stared at Navos. He felt as if he’d been stripped naked in public; indeed, would have preferred it to this. His deepest secret was known. The flesh across his shoulders tensed and heated, his hands flexed into the shape of great claws as the beast inside him stirred. He forced himself to relax, took a deep breath to calm himself.
    “How long have you known?” he demanded.
    “That you’re a powerful shape-shifter?” Navos raised a dark brow at him. “I knew at once. You conceal your identity well. No one else suspects, I’m certain. But it was immediately apparent in your psychic profile that you are…two creatures in one being.”
    “Why are you telling me this now?” The Indigon had thus far behaved with the highest integrity. But Slyde had learned the hard way that if others found out what he was, they generally discovered they wanted something from him.
    “Don’t be alarmed, Commander Stone. I don’t intend to give you away, nor attempt to take advantage of your situation. But, as second in command of the Orion , I will not withhold information from Captain Craig.”
    Steven Craig was a tough yet honorable captain. He seemed unexcited by the impending arrival of the Aquarian prince, so hopefully if it became necessary he know about Slyde, he’d be equally sanguine.
    “Fair enough. As long as no one else knows.”
    “The Dragolins are considered merely legend on your planet, are they not?” Navos asked. “In truth, I myself was not sure.”
    “Yes,” Slyde said shortly. It was a notion he and his family actively nurtured. It made it easier to live their lives under the name Stone, if few Serpentians believed the Dragolins existed any more.
    There were vestiges of other ancient royal lines, tribes who clung to the remote lifestyle of the mountains, even