Mine to care for.
He must misread my hesitance. “Allow me to romance you, little queen.”
Will I allow him to treat this like an honest-to-god date? Yes. This is the beginning of something I ache for.
The seating for the table is comfortable. We remove our shoes and curl up in low pillows that have a nice amount of back support. The setting is intimate in a way that is usually absent between us even with the hours we’ve spent cuddling together. This is new, and in that newness comes awareness.
The food is a spicy noodle dish that makes my body hum with delight, but that’s only one aspect of our dinner together. We talk about our respective businesses. How my new employee is getting on with projects and how his are reacting to the changes he put in place. Kalos even asks about some of my experiences in my thieving days, and I find I can recount humorous moments without being overcome with guilt.
I was, first and foremost, very good at what I did.
With each topic, the nerves that have wound me tight start to loosen. I really did need a night out. I must glance at the hot water one too many times because Kalos kisses the backs of my fingers and suggests we take some time to soak.
“You didn’t tell me to bring a swimming suit,” I say and feel every one of the years that I spent in the human world when he grins at me.
“You don’t wear swimming suits here, Rina.”
I swallow. “What about the candles?”
He arches a brow. “What about the candles?”
“Shouldn’t we light them? For the sex ritual…” My body hums in anticipation.
“Do you expect me to fuck you as soon as I see you naked?” Kalos asks, his eyes have a teasing glint, and my cheeks get even hotter.
“Maybe,” I admit.
“I do have some self-control.”
I almost wish he didn’t.
“But yes, we should light the candles,” he allows. “There’s no need to rush, but I’d also like to continue our night uninterrupted.”
Kalos takes my hand and helps me stand from my cushion. Our bodies brush, and he steadies me as the blood returns to my legs in a rush of pinpricks. I lean toward his spicy scent. The heat of my body’s arousal isn’t from being hit with a craving for him. No, it’s present in almost all our interactions.
My body wants this dragon almost as much as my heart does.
Kalos brushes a thumb over my lips, and I move to suck the pad of it into my mouth. He moves it away from my lips and smiles, a hint of fang showing.
“Not so fast, sweet queen,” Kalos tsks. “You said you wanted me, and I am not one to be rushed.”
I swallow down the retort that I’ve rushed him plenty of times before because the tension that blooms in my belly at the slow touch of my skin against his is delicious. He takes a step back and leads me to a wall that has an altar of sorts set up with cabinets on either side. There are three thick pillar candles lined up and a stack of long matches to the side.
I select a match and look at the three candles. My brain works through the minimal witchcraft I know and the concept of what we are doing. “Do each of us light one?”
Kalos nods. “And then we light the one in the middle together.”
My heart thuds as I strike my match and carefully light the candle on my side. Kalos pinches the wick of his candle like how someone would snuff out a flame, but when he releases the wick, a flame sputters into existence.
Right. Dragon.
He grins at me and encases my hand holding the match with his before bending his head down to blow softly, purple flame mixes with the orange of the match, before they both light the wick of the third candle. A staticky sensation crackles in the air, but I’m too busy staring in shock.
“You can really breathe fire,” I whisper.
His laugh curls around me like smoke, satisfied and clinging. “Yes.”
I purse my lips before continuing, “I’m realizing that maybe I shouldn’t have gotten in your way when you were angry.”
“And now she understands,” Kalos says, shaking his head. “I could never hurt you, little queen. The dragon part of me especially.”
Because I’m his dragon’s mate. I push the thought away because there’s really so much more to focus on right now.
Kalos disposes of the match and opens a cabinet, looking for something before pulling out a small, clear glass bottle and something else I don’t catch sight of.
“What’s that?” I ask.
Kalos arches a brow. “You’ll see. Come, Rina, let’s get you in the water.”
I bite my lip and head back to the pool. Kalos sets the items on the edge of the soaking pool before returning to me. Each motion makes my breath quake. I’m horny. He can definitely scent that, but he doesn’t hurry. If anything, he slows down. He pulls on the tie of my wrap dress, giving me plenty of time to object, but I only swallow.
The dress comes off easily. He slides a thumb over the swell of my stomach before directing me to turn away from him.
“I can feel the hum of your charm, Rina. What magic do you have hidden away?” His words tickle the shell of my ear as he undoes my bra.
I blow out a sigh of relief at losing the garment and moan softly when the dragon’s hands slide to my front, massaging my breasts. My mind is having a hard time deciphering his words until I remember the charm I’ve been wearing around my neck.
“It’s not supposed to be detectable,” I rasp, distracted.
He shrugs. “Dragons are beings made of magic. There is no hiding such a thing from us.”
“It’s just a portal charm.”
He whistles. “Expensive trinket.”
I shrug. “It’s a very expensive trinket, Mr. Money, but useful.”
Kalos directs me to turn with a light touch to my waist, and I face him. My mind blanks when a talon hooks under the band of my underwear. He tugs the stretchy fabric down, leaving me bare to him.
I bite my lips in apprehension. The vulnerability of being naked when he’s clothed. We stand like that for a moment, my skin burning under his gaze, before he trails his fingers up my side, letting his hand rest on my hip.
“You’re so beautiful.” The words are hushed and leave no room for misinterpretation.
I inhale at the unexpected surge of emotion. I’m not used to getting compliments, let alone from someone like this intimidating being.
“Am I the only one getting naked?” I ask to deflect the clumsy feeling in my chest.
Kalos grins slyly, raising his hands in invitation. I want to roll my eyes at his showiness, the power of his presence, or the demand that I be the one to undress him like a devotee to a god, but I don’t, because I am a devotee. My fingers itch to slide over each plane of warm skin, but I curtail myself to unbuttoning his dress shirt.
My eyes devour all that I reveal. My hands tremble with inappropriate nerves with every scale that catches the light as his skin grays and darkens the lower I get. I slide the shirt from his shoulders, and Kalos throws it to the side, uncaring that the garment probably cost more than my apartment rent.
I’ve never done this, remove real clothing from him. We’re usually in robes by the time we start this type of play, and the increase in work to get him bare is unexpectedly erotic. I shift my weight back and forth by the time I get to unbuckling his belt. The urge for him burns, but we’ve already started this song and dance. He won’t just satisfy me how I need tonight.