Hoarded by the Dragon (Monstrous Matches, #4)(44)

“A what?” I ask, stumbling in between them. My heart races with adrenaline.

“I’m not!” Stella says, annoyed.

“Enemy.” Kalos’s voice is gravelly and inhuman. He surges forward, and I push both hands into his chest. He’s almost too hot to touch, but the heat dissipates immediately. I gasp at the rush of sensation through my body as our child devours the heat pouring from him.

I don’t know what Kalos is raging about, but he’s past the point of listening.

“Ben, get her out of here,” I say and am surprised when he follows my instructions without hesitation. Stella’s squeak cuts off as she’s teleported away.

Kalos roars, and my heart quakes even as I absorb another wave of heat. This one ripples with searing intention, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. I’m left standing in front of an enraged dragon man. His burning eyes, completely black except for the gold of his irises, drop to me, the reason his prey is gone.

Running isn’t an option, neither is talking. I do what I do best: pivot.

“Kalos,” I whisper. I press my body against his, and there’s a flicker in whatever primal instinct sent him stomping in here.

“You will not put yourself in danger,” he hisses, clutching my arms.

Danger? Belying his words, another wave of heat has my hair standing on end.

Fuck me, I didn’t think that this much energy would feel like the precursor to orgasm. If I wasn’t pregnant with his child, would this burn me to a crisp instead of sending wave after wave of cinnamon heat to curl my toes and dance over my skin?

“I need you.” The words from my lips are soft, unthinking. I need the heat and anger and hunger. I need his strength. I want to devour him. A laughable idea, but neither of us are laughing.

He snarls but pulls me in tight. His mouth drops open and hot over mine, and I groan at the contact and taste. The kiss is a vicious thing, the scrape of his fangs almost painful, but I don’t care. My ass hits the table behind me, but Kalos keeps bearing down on me.

My thighs wrap around his narrow hips, the press of him between my legs has me moaning. Kalos crowds me until I’m flat against the table. As if to keep me from going anywhere.

Dishes crash to the floor. I’m sure my back is covered with cookie crumbs now, but I don’t care. All I care about is the feel of his body against mine. My fingers slide through his hair and grip. The brush of my palms against smooth scales is delicious and adds to the sparks of sensation at my core.

The kiss slows, and Kalos pulls back.

I pant, trying to use my grip on his hair to bring him back to me. I want to rip off his clothing and finally give in to this heat. “Kalos.”

“Shhh.”

I whimper in need. My dragon is returning to his senses, but he’s started my body burning, and I can’t stop now. Every moment he’s held me close, every time I’ve ignored the way his presence makes me burn, is rising to the surface, threatening to devour me.

He doesn’t abandon me.

He moves his hips against mine. The noxious smell of smoke dissipates as the ribbed cock that’s imprinted on my memory grinds against my leggings-covered pussy. My head falls back, and I moan.

“That’s it, little queen, feel how hard I am for you. Take your pleasure.” Kalos’s voice is deep, inhuman in the way it was when he’d first burst into the kitchen.

I gasp and rock my hips against the solid thickness of him until the pressure coiling in my core gets tighter and tighter. I dig the nails of one hand into his torn suit jacket, and Kalos shifts his hips in a new way that has me unraveling.

“Fuck!” I shout at the same time Kalos groans, wet heat spreading between our bodies, soaking our clothes. The release is short but reverberates through me with waves of shaky pleasure.

I count my comedown with each sawing breath expanding my lungs. One breath, Kalos doesn’t move from on top of me. My second breath, his body is braced on one hand, his eyes closed, and the third breath has his face creased in concentration as if he’s trying to calm himself. His other cock is probably painfully hard, but he doesn’t move to alleviate it.

Each wave of pleasure morphs into relief. Tears well in my eyes as my muscles relax. “I really needed that.”

Impossibly, Kalos huffs a laugh as he shakes his head, his hair tickling my face. I didn’t realize our faces were so close. His body starts to relax.

“Your death wish is worrisome,” Kalos breathes against my lips. “Never get in the way of an angry dragon.”

I release the grip I have on his hair and jacket. “Don’t rage at my friends, and I won’t stand in front of an angry dragon.”

He snorts but pulls us upright before picking me up.

I wiggle in his arms, the pressure of my waistband suddenly uncomfortable, but I ignore it for now.

“What am I going to do with you?” Kalos mutters.

“You could let me walk.”

Kalos’s grip on me tightens, and I clarify. “I have legs, you know.”

But if he agrees with my statement, he doesn’t acknowledge it. I sigh, secretly enjoying being carried by him. I don’t know what the plan is. We probably need to regroup, put some space between the two of us, but I don’t want to.

“What is a leonid?” I ask as we enter his office.

“The Leonid family are the ones that you stole the figurine for.” Kalos sits in his office chair and makes no move to kick me off his lap. I frown at that news. The Leonids must be who Nemo got into trouble with.