Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Zerek's body pressed against hers, his hands savagely unfastening the front of her blouse.

Pings of plastic bouncing upon stone tile reached Rylie's ears.

Buttons. Zerek was ripping the buttons off her blouse. She was going to have to borrow a shirt from him now that he'd rendered her blouse useless, but she didn't care. The carnal hunger raging through her was unlike any she'd experienced in the past and sex with Zerek had always been good. Tonight, it skyrocketed.

She shimmied out of her jacket and now ripped blouse, both garments falling to the floor.

Cool air kissed her flesh. Unfortunately, it did little to tamp down the blaze flickering through her veins as Zerek's mouth remained on hers, his searing kiss raising her desire to new heights.

She ran her hands over Zerek's shoulder blades.

Dragon scales slinked beneath his turtleneck and skin, their edges following the glide of her fingers.

Zerek moaned, the sound primeval and guttural. "Balon wants you." He ripped his lips from hers and sought that sensitive hollow at her neck. The graze of teeth glided over her skin. He nipped her flesh twice before returning to her mouth.

Only a dragon responded with the fierceness Zerek had tonight. His bite alone signaled he was more beast than human. Dragons were ruthless and unforgiving creatures in fiction. In real life she now realized they were the same.

And God save her, but she liked it. No, she loved it. She fucking loved this creature side of the man she was about to go through time with and possibly die with.

Her tongue tingled.

The clash of fire torching sugar fed her cravings.

Zerek might not be capable of melding with his dragon-side, but he certainly wasn't having any trouble melding with her. He seemed to know her every nerve, her every sweet spot. And not just with his mouth but with his hands as well.

His fingers brushed over her shoulders then down to her chest and undid her bra's front clasp. He didn't even bother removing the silk piece of lingerie. Pushing aside the lace trimmed cups, he palmed Rylie's breasts.

Her nipples reacted instantly.

"You're a perfect fit for my hands, Rye."

She moaned. She was going to die tonight, and it had nothing to do with Craignamore or time-travel. It was all due to Zerek MacKenzie the beast who was about to claim her as his own.

Beast. The idea of him really should frighten her, but it didn't. She wanted more of him. She wanted to touch his every inch, feel the scales that covered his dragon body from head to talon.

Zerek must be glorious in his dragon form, and she'd give anything to see him standing before her, his wings unfurled, his talons pinning her wrists over her head.

"One day," Zerek whispered between kisses. "I promise."

He'd read her thoughts! "I wasn't imagining all those times it felt as if you were in my head, was I?"

"No. But I only did it when I thought you might be veering into trouble. I'd die for you, Rylie. Dragons don't just love their soulmates; they protect them fiercely."

Zerek unzipped her jeans and pushed them over her hips, his searing touch sending a bolt of heat straight to her clit.

She swallowed.

He lowered her to the bed.

Rylie reached for the strap of the leather scabbard fastened across Zerek's chest and back.

"Not yet, lass."

"But I want to feel your skin. I need to feel your skin."

Zerek responded by hooking the crotch of her lace panties and pushing the strip aside, his fingers grazing her clit as he maneuvered the strip of fabric away from her folds.

Rylie bucked against him.

He lowered his head to her right nipple and sucked the firm bud.

She moaned. "Please, Zerek. I want you inside me."

His clothes vanished.

"You can do that?"

"I can manage small magic without my sigil. Removing clothes are easy, though sometimes using conventional means can be sexier. Taking things slower is sometimes more fun."

She could get used to having this glorious creature in her bed every night again. Hell, she wanted him always in her bed, the time of day irrelevant. And to think all those sleepless nights when she'd sneaked out into the back gardens to haul stone at the balustrade protecting Balon, the dragon sculpture was just another form of Zerek. God, but she'd gone out there more times than not barely dressed.

"I know."

"You should have had the decency to tell me."

"What can I say, I'm a beast after all." He snickered against her hip, his forked tongue drawing small circles over her skin.

The fragrance of her sex rose between them and mingled with notes of leather and dragon fire peeling from Zerek's body.

He lifted his head and kissed his way back up to her right breast. His tongue darted back and forth over her firm nipple, its forked tip stimulating the top and sides of her bud simultaneously.

Fucking. Glorious. Beast. She was never going to get tired of the man's moves.

Zerek pulled back slightly to look at her.

She stared him in the eyes. His gorgeous baby blues now turning a shade darker, a storm of raw sex appeal brewing in his irises.

He strummed her clit with his forefinger.

Rylie licked her lips. "Kiss me…there."

He grinned. "Ye are a verra bold lass."

"I'm a slayer. Being bold is a must. Especially when in bed with my dragon."

"I am going to regret revealing all to you, Rye, aren't I?" He chuckled. With a wicked smile on his gorgeous lips, Zerek lowered his head and slid down Rylie's body until his mouth reached her clit. He slithered his tongue against her aching mound. The tips worked together, then separately, licking her without stopping until spasms of pleasure rolled through her.

He returned to gaze into her eyes.

"I need you, Zerek." She parted her legs wide while her hands roamed the muscled contours of his shoulders and back. "Inside me now."

He settled himself between her thighs and nudged his way inside her folds.

Offering up a slight moan, she raised her hips.

Zerek pushed deeper, his rhythmic moves hitting all the right spots sending little spasms rocketing through her.

He quickened his pace.

Bucking against him, Rylie met every thrust until her core exploded in bliss.

Zerek quivered. With a final push, he spilled his seed inside her, crying out her name.

Dragon scales or no, she was never walking away from Zerek again.