Briec cleared his throat. He didn’t think she realized it, but she kept tightening around his c**k over and over again. Clench. Unclench. Clench. Unclench.

It was driving him absolutely mad.

“You have strong thighs and are very, um, handsome.”

There. That should work.

“Handsome?” she hissed. “Are you f**king me, Lord Dragon, or buying a horse?” Well, he had wanted to distract her.

“I was trying to compliment you.”

She sighed. “Here’s a thought, dragon…don’t speak. I believe I can go a lifetime without your compliments.”

Smiling, he asked, “Is this one of those times I should say I’m—”

“Sorry? Yes!”

He kissed her neck, enjoying the feel of Talaith against him. “I’ll think about it.”

“Oh, well, isn’t that—”

He cut off her, most likely, sarcastic remark by thrusting fully into her until his balls slapped against her. She groaned, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“Lovely,” he panted out between hard thrusts, “I’ve actually found a way to keep you quiet.”

Her arms tightened their hold as she bit the side of his throat and by the dark gods did that feel good. “Some moments I absolutely hate you.”

Briec smiled, enjoying his little witch more than he thought possible. She never backed off, but he liked that. It made everything a little more fun.

“Perhaps,” he groaned out as he thrust into her tight pu**y, forcing her body to accommodate him. Making her breathless. Making her demand more. “But other moments you’re absolutely mad about me.”

Her legs, held wide open and tightly in his arms, began shaking. Her panting turned harsher and more vocal.

Briec tightened his grip on her, pulling her down hard as he continued thrusting into her. “That’s it, sweet Talaith,” he ordered, barely holding his own climax at bay. “Come for me.”

She choked on a sob, while heat and wetness drowned his cock. It was all he needed. Moaning, he released inside her, enjoying the feel of her hands tightening in his hair.

For several minutes the pair stayed locked together—their heavy breathing and the soft gurgling of the hot springs, the only sound in the cavern.

“Talaith?”

“Hhhmm?”

He smiled at how sated she sounded. “Are you all right?”

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she glanced around as if suddenly remembering where she was.

“Uh, um, aye.” She leaned back, her hands against his shoulders, trying to push him away again. “I’m fine.”

He could see the embarrassment on her face, but he had no idea why. What exactly could she be embarrassed about?

“Talaith?”

“We better get back.”

“Back where?”

“Um…to…uh…” With a heavy, defeated sigh, she shrugged. “Somewhere.”

No. No. This wouldn’t do. No regrets for what they had done. Especially since he planned to keep doing it for quite awhile, over and over again. He had yet to tire of her.

Briec wrapped his arms tight around her and pushed his chest into hers.

Startled, she looked up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you used to the way things are going to be for awhile.”

“What do you—” She gasped when, still brutally hard, he began f**king her again. Long, slow strokes now he could take his time.

Stunned, she said, “How did you…how can you…”

Briec leaned in and whispered softly in her ear, “Remember, sweet Talaith? Not human.”

Her own body now matching him thrust for thrust, she moaned back, “Clearly.”

Chapter Ten

It was the long tongue on the back of her knee that woke her up. Forcing her eyes open, she looked over her shoulder to see Briec, naked and beautiful, stretched across the enormous bed. His big arms placed on either side of her legs, holding his body over her as he leaned forward and again licked the back of her knee, reveling in it as if someone had spread the finest honey on her skin.

“What are you doing?”

“Waking you up.” His voice sounded raw and husky from sleep and sex. She liked it.

Nipping the sensitive flesh, he grinned. “See? You’re awake now.”

“How long did I sleep?”

“Too long.”

It didn’t feel like too long.

When he’d finally exhausted her in the hot springs, he’d picked her up and carried her back to her bed. After quickly drying her off, he’d set her down and got in behind her, muttering something like, “It’s about time you let me in this bed.” Too tired to ask what the hell he meant, and enjoying the feel of his strong arm around her as he drifted to sleep, she instead buried her head in the pillow and quickly dropped off.

Now here he was, dragging that gorgeous body up and over hers, his warm, wet tongue leading the way.

“You taste good.”

“Coming from a dragon, that compliment can be a little scary.”

He nipped one butt cheek, then the other. “Be nice, woman.”

She didn’t want to be nice. She wanted to play. Especially since she never had before. At least not in bed. “Why should I be nice?” she teased. “You’re not nice.” And my, but she did enjoy that about him.

He kissed her lower back, right at the base of her spine, then licked at it. “I don’t know how,” he murmured against her warm flesh.