The Dragon's Appraiser: Part One by Viola Rivard Read Free Book Online Page B

even thinking before she did it, Madja bent down, scooped up a handful of coins, and threw them at him. He made no move to evade her assault, and let the coins bounce off his chest without so much as blinking.
    Face hot, she asked, “Why, so you can ruin another woman’s life?”
    His expression turned skeptical. “I was not under the impression that your former life was all that interesting.”
    “I had a fantastic life,” she countered.
    “Then why have you not tried to escape?”
    “Because I’m sure you’d just hunt me down anyway.”
    He cleared the distance between them in two strides, his garnet eyes dark with intensity. She could feel his erection against her again, the hard flesh jutting into her abdomen. He inclined his head and she saw his nostrils flare.
    “You are right,” he said. “I would find you, anywhere.”
    Sevrrn dipped his head lower, licking her neck with one, quick flick of his rough tongue. Madja bit down on her bottom lip. Her hands balled into fists, but her feet remained firmly planted on the ground.
    She heard him sniff her and for a moment, she felt self-conscious. Then, he licked her again, and this time the stroke of his tongue was slow and deliberate. It was as if he was tasting her.
    Strong hands came up to rest on her hips. They ran along the sides of her waist, stopping at the swell of her breasts. He cupped one in each hand, warmth from his body heating the damp cotton. Her nipples stiffened and strained against the confines of her slip.
    His tongue was soon joined by his lips, and then, his teeth. Her body quaked at the feeling of two, sharp-tipped fangs being dragged across the fragile skin of her neck. After what he’d done with his claws, she should have been terrified. But while a part of her was scared, there was another part of her that was excited. That dark part of her seemed to feed on her fear, using it to create a potent cocktail of arousal. Her insides began to throb and the region between her thighs grew slick.
    Although she tried not to show it, Sevrrn must have sensed her arousal. He released one of her breasts, his large hand moving down her belly and toward her pelvis. As he moved to push apart her thighs, Madja panicked.
    With his fangs pressed against the most vulnerable part of her body, she wasn’t about to tell him “no” again. Instead, she did something that the dark, wicked part of her had wanted to do from the moment she laid eyes on his naked body.
    She reached between them, and grabbed his erection.
    Madja didn’t squeeze, or pull, or do anything besides take him into her hand, but the moment she made contact with his swollen member, Sevrrn let out a harsh growl against her neck.
    Apprehension had her tightening her grip, as his manhood had suddenly become the only leverage she had over him. But instead of becoming angry, Sevrrn just leaned his head in the crook of her neck and groaned.
    The masculine sound called to a primitive part of her. She was still for a moment, overwhelmed by the knowledge that one of the oldest and most powerful beings in the world—a male that had never before known the touch of a woman—was craving hers above all else.
    With a steady hand, she began to stroke him.
    She had never done anything like this before. Her hand couldn’t even fit all the way around him and she would have been certain that she was doing it wrong, had Sevrrn not began to purr.
    ‘Purr’ wasn’t quite the right word. If she’d heard a cat make that sound, she would have thought it was possessed. But it was the closest thing she knew to the rhythmic, rumbling sound that was emanating from his chest. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever made that sound before, or if it was something just for her.
    The audible evidence of his satisfaction had her working harder to please him. As she increased the pace of her strokes, Sevrrn’s purring became deeper and more pronounced. His hands began to roam over her upper body, restlessly