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  She neatly came now from his description. His low laugh was far too knowing. She glowered at him, and his smile widened.

  “I'm pissing you off, and that makes you even hotter. I have you spreadeagled at my mercy. I can do anything I want to you, including calling in a crowd to watch me amusing myself with you or to join in. And you like that. You like knowing you're going to be shared with multiple men.”

  Sybil drew in a sharp breath as the impact of that hit home.

  Kadar's face sobered. “You didn't know you had such forbidden desires. You've never acted on them, and a week ago you would have denied having them. You might even have believed you were telling the truth.”

  She didn't say anything. What was there to say?

  “It's all right, Sybil.” Kadar moved closer and cupped her check with one hand, “I like knowing you want this. I like knowing you want me, even while you still want Kenric so much your body aches for him.”

  She bit her lip and closed her eyes, feeling truly exposed now. She had no secrets.

  “None,” Kadar breathed in agreement “I even know you want me to take you just like this, standing between your open legs while I have you in chains.”

  His fingers threaded into her hair and stroked, his touch gentle and reassuring.

  “You’re with a man who sees your thoughts and finds them erotic, enticing, pleasing.

  You have freedom to experience all you desire with partners who will offer even more than you dream of.”

  “And what if I like that too much?” She opened her eyes and met his. “What if I become addicted to sex with Kenric, with you, with all of you?”

  “Addiction is destructive.” He feathered kiss along her brow, then down the curve of her heels. “Did giving in to lust for the wolf hurt you?”

  No. Yes. She hadn't expected to want him so urgently, so completely. Hadn't been ready for him to leave.

  Don't confuse feeling with weakness.” Kadar’s voice softened to a whisper as his lips brushed the corner of her mouth. “He marked you. You're bound to him. When it ends, you'll be bound to all of us. That’s why you'll willingly return to our beds. And it's a. two-way street, witch.”

  Oh. The realization made her eyes widen. Then Kadar’s mouth moved over hers and her lashes fluttered down to rest against her cheeks.

  Eight

  Being kissed by a dragon was like nothing she imagined. His lips were firm and sensual, sliding against hers with irresistible skill, coaxing them to first soften, then cling, then part and allow him to deepen the kiss. The tip of his tongue teased her until she opened wider to let it slide between her lips, explore the inner recesses of her mouth, search out her tongue and tease it into twining with his.

  The mating of mouths made her breathing quicken and her breasts ache for hie touch. Kadar let out a soft laugh and settled the hand that wasn't cupping her check over one breast. His thumb caressed her swollen nipple until she arched into his hand to gain more pressure there. He gave her a gentle squeeze, making her sigh into his mouth.

  Hp stepped closer, letting his engorged penis ride between her open thighs The ridge of his cock slid along her slick folds, an intimate caress that sent desire curling through he.

  He knew exactly how good it felt, she realized, sliding her tongue along his while he echoed the action with the thick shaft stroking her sex. He knew the contact sent frissons of delight through her. Knew she was growing attuned to him, accepting him as a lover, anticipating the moment he would part her labia and push inside, stretching her tissues wide as she strained to accommodate him.

  “I know all that and more,” Kadar murmured in a seductive voice. “I know you'd take pleasure in another lover readying your body for mine. You wanted Kenric to stay and stroke your sweet flesh until you until you wet for me. You wanted me to watch his fingers pushing into you, opening you, preparing you to take me deep inside.”

  She couldn't deny that, so she didn't bother. She let her lips and tongue communicate on a more, primal level why her body hummed with awareness of his.

  His hands grew bolder, moving over her body, exploring curves and hollows and dips. He caressed the lower curve of her bare butt, the soft skin of her inner thighs, the slender rise of her ribs, and the sensitive nipples that pouted for more of his touch.

  Kadar gradually ended the kiss, nibbling at her lower lip before dipping his head to attend to first one nipple, then the other, tasting her as if she were some exotic treat.

  “You are, you know,” he said against the skin between her breasts. “Not many witches around anymore.”

  “We're not that rare,” Sybil protested.

  He raised his head and stared into her eyes. She noticed for the first time that his pupils were slitted like a cat's.

  “Sybil, the witches all but perished. The bloodline barely survived, thinned by intermarriage with nonmagical humans, diluted by atrophy as more forgot what they were with each generation.”

  She blinked. “How can that be true? I'm in a coven. Every witch in my family line always has been. We can't possibly be that rare.”

  His face sharpened with alarm. “Sybil, what coven? And do they have any way of keeping tabs on you?”

  “I don't know what you mean.”

  “Show me.”

  Vulcan mind-meld, she thought giddily, and closed her eyes as she tried to picture the answers he wanted. Her mother's face, her grandmother's. The coven’s high priestess and the other members. They numbered twelve, including her. She felt him probing at the memory of her mother and grandmother and brought up the image of a rain-slick bridge where a small car had gone skidding off. Grief welled up inside her all over again, and she broke away, shivering with loss.

  “Shh. I'm sorry I made you remember that.” Kadar enfolded her in his arms, cradling her close. She tried to hug him back and the chains creaked in protest.

  “It's okay.” She blinked away the stinging pressure in her eyes. “It was a long time ago.”

  “It was yesterday to your heart.” He kissed the top of her head. “Sybil, you think you walked into danger by accident. The truth is, you escaped it by the skin of your teeth. You've been in danger all your life. The members of your coven weren't trying to protect you from doing harm. They were using you as demon bait.”

  “What?” Her head jerked up, barely missing clipping his chin. “What are you saying?”

  Kadar released her to frame her face with his hands. “I'm saying they knew what you were and they've been waiting for this day for generations. By keeping your line ignorant, they've been able to keep you powerless. You may be the last true descendent of the first witch to possess the demon book, the only conduit it could use.”

  She stared at him in shock, shaking her head in useless denial. “That's not possible.”

  “Isn't it? They knew the book existed once, that it belonged to a witch, and that it held the key to unimaginable power. Power they could have if they had you.”

  She shook her head over and over and then realized she was trembling, cold all the way through.

  Kadar made a low sound and let her go to unshackle her wrists and ankles. Then he swept her unresisting form up into his arms, cradling her against his broad chest, “I wanted you to play dragon’s treasure the first time you saw my lair,” he said, his tone deliberately light. “You're ruining my plans.”

  “S-sorry,” she mumbled through chattering teeth.

  “Idiot girl.” He hugged her close, his indulgent tone making the insult an endearment. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Well, you should be sorry you missed getting gloriously screwed while naked and chained to a rock, but we'll make up for that later.”

  She let out a short laugh, then subsided into uncontrollable shivers that wracked her frame.

  Kadar's lair was beautiful, decadent, exotic, and reminiscent of something out of the Arabian nights. Silk curtains hung around an enormous bed. Pillows scattered invitingly on the deep pile of an oriental rug. Colors and scents blended
to create a sensual dream. She smelled citrus and spice and something enticing and unidentifiable.

  “I knew you'd like it. Kadar smiled at her but his eyes were worried He settled her on the bed and stretched beside her, pulling her into the curve of his body. He drew layers of silk and velvet over her, wrapping her in warmth.

  “You're being so nice to me,” she muttered, burrowing into him, “Thank you.

  “You're naked in bed with me. Thank you,” he returned.

  She smiled and felt the chill of shock begin to thaw as he enveloped her in an embrace that comforted her even as it reminded her that she was, in fact, naked in bed with a strangle male. “Who was still noticeably aroused.

  “Dragons have legendary appetites,” Kadar said, rocking his hips to bump his penis against her belly. “We’re also very patient.”

  “You're very wonderful.” She slithered up his body until she could kiss him, her lips, warming as they moved against his.

  “I lied,” he said in a strained voice when she finally ended the kiss. “I'm not patient at all. I want you under me, naked and splayed, and I want my cock inside you now.”

  Sybil reached down to gingerly explore, the ridged, spined extrusions around his penis. They gave at her touch, proving flexible and surprisingly malleable. Not sharp or hard as she’d expected.

  “That won’t hurt you,” Kadar assured her. “Just the opposite.”

  She thought about where they would press once he was deep within her and felt herself getting slick as she imagined the stimulation to her clit and labia. She circled his shaft with her hand, stroking his length as she measured him, “You're huge.”

  “You're elastic.”

  “There's a limit.”

  “I'll make you forget it.”

  Sybil wanted exactly that. Wanted him to make her forget everything in a white heat of lust.

  Kadar rolled over with her, pushing her onto her back and coming to rest on top of her. His legs slid between hers and pushed them apart. He moved down until his mouth made contact with her clit, and Sybil's eyes closed as sensation washed over her.

  His lips were warm and mobile, exploring her folds and searching out her secrets, uncovering every sensitive spot and applying just the right pressure with tongue and fingers in just the right combination.

  He licked and suckled her sex until she was slick and eager, trembling with need, hips bucking in urgent invitation. Then he slowly filled her tight sheath with his fingers and worked them in and out while his teeth caught her clit, released it, suckled the sensitive bud, then laved it with h is tongue. She thrashed in the broad bed, fisted her hands in folds of fabric, and came in a frenzy.

  Kadar didn't let her drop from the peak he'd sent her to. He covered her body with his and aligned the head, of his shaft with her opening while she was still quivering with aftershocks of pleasure. “That's it,” he murmured, rocking himself forward and sending the head pushing between her slick folds. “Take my cock inside your soft, sweet pussy.”

  Her inner muscles clenched involuntarily but her tightness proved no barrier to his determined thrust.

  “You're so wide.” she muttered, letting her lashes flutter up so she could meet his exotic eyes.

  “You're so wet and ready,” he countered, working, his way deeper as her flesh stretched around his girth. “You loved my tongue in you but it wasn't enough, was it?

  My fingers weren't enough, either. Your sweet pussy aches to be filled with cock.”

  Sybil groaned at his graphic words and the erotic invasion of her flesh. “Yes “ she admitted. “I want you to fill me.”

  “I'll stuff you so full you can't move,” Kadar promised. He slid deeper, pushed harder, and then his head reached all the way to her womb. Her sex stretched to capacity and Sybil teetered on the edge between pleasure and pain. She felt hit ridged flesh make contact with her clitoris and the additional stimulation overloaded her senses.

  “Kadar.” She tried to breathe, tried to relax herself under him, around him.

  “Sybil,” he murmured. “Your silky pussy is so sensitive. My shaft is so wide, so warm. When I move inside you it's like a deep massage, finding every pressure point, stimulating every nerve.”

  “Mmm,” she agreed, cautiously tilting her pelvis to meet his slow stroke. More of those extrusions met her pleasure-swollen labia and she groaned at the contact.

  “It feels incredible to be inside you,” He nuzzled her cheek. “Spread wider, wrap your legs around me. Give me more.”

  “Greedy dragon.” She was greedy, too, though, so she strained, to opened her thighs wider and wound her legs around his waist, bringing her hips up to make a cradle for him to rock in and out of.

  “Take my cock,” Kadar growled. “All of it. Again. And again.” He searched out her lips and slid his tongue between them. He rode her with shallow thrusts as if he couldn’t bear to withdraw more than an inch or two from the silken grip of her sex before pushing back into her depths. His head pressed at the entrance of her womb with each stroke, making her groan at the deep sensation of pressure while the external stimulation drove her wild.

  His tongue mated with hers as he rocked into her again and again. She forgot how to breathe. She forgot everything but the indescribable pleasure that built and built. Her inner muscles spasmed as her orgasm took her, and the silken squeeze made Kadar's cock jerk in response. His shaft swelled, jerked again, and then hot liquid jetted against her inner walls while she moaned and writhed under him, coming in an endless wave.

  He thrust harder, roaring his release, pumping into her with viscous spurts that went on and on.

  “Sweet witch,” Kadar growled when he came to rest on top of her. “Sweet pussy, taking every inch of my cock and every drop of my come.”

  “That should be disgusting,” Sybil mumbled. “Why does hearing you talk like that make me feel excited all over again?”

  “Because you lust after me,” He pushed himself up on his elbows to give her a knowing look. “I'm hot and you want me. Hearing that I lust after you makes you feel desirable and sexy. I want you feeling sexy and desirable. It maximizes my chances of fucking you again.”

  “You have to,” she pointed out. “You didn’t mark me.”

  “I couldn't the first time.” He withdrew slowly, carefully, then rolled on his back and reached for her. He settled her on tap of him, her limbs splayed in an abandoned sprawl. “You weren't comfortable enough with me to take anal penetration at the same time.”

  Sybil touched the tattoo on his chest with tentative fingers. “With the tip of your tail? Js that required?”

  “Yes.”

  “That's

  “Hot.” Kadar pulled her into kissing range, claiming her mouth with hard, hungry demand. “You're going to come so hard you might go blind.”

  She let out a squeak of alarm, or maybe anticipation, and then for a long time the only sounds that escaped his mouth were her soft moans and sighs.

  “Thank you,” Sybil said in a soft voice when she could talk again. “You made me feel safe.” He'd also made her feel wanted.

  “You are safe with me.” Kadar stroked her back and the round swells of her buttocks. “You're safe with all of us.”

  “Except for the sadistic elf” she muttered.

  “It’s his way of showing he cares.”

  “He could say it with flowers.”

  “You may come to appreciate his way.”

  She huffed a breath against his bare chest. “Not likely.”

  “You really are afraid of him,” Kadar's amusement soured her mood.

  “It's not funny. Sybil wiggled free of his grip and tried to climb off, He caught her easily and pulled her back, settling her thighs on either side of his hips so her sex rested against his thick shaft.

  “Yes, it is. The most powerful witch in centuries quakes at the thought of going to bed with a member of a race known for their sexual prowess. Mating with the fae can make flowers bloom, oceans rise.”


  “Bruises bloom. Welts rise” She huddled against Kadar's chest in an unhappy heap “He's going to hurt me and the rest of you are going to let him.”

  “I think you're more afraid that you'll like it than you are of anything Ronan might do to you.”

  “I don't want to talk about him anymore.” She rocked back and forth, sending her sex sliding along the length of his cock.

  “Coward.”

  “Beast.”

  “I'm a greedy beast who wants your flesh,” Kadar agreed. “Are you prepared to surrender to the lust of a dragon?”

  “Yes.” She wanted him to mark her. She wanted to know the exquisite sensation of his cock inside her again, filling her so completely there was no room for anything else.

  She wanted to experience the wicked pleasure of that pointed tail of his penetrating her anus while her vulva was stretched to the limit from his width, his head probing the entrance of her womb as she strained to take his length.

  The air thickened and magic pulsed around them, the beat of it making her body throb in time.

  “You want me that bad.” Kadar laughed out loud and she felt his tail wind around her thigh.

  “That thing is obscene,” she murmured. And wiggled her ass in blatant invitation.

  “It's perfectly normal for my species. And you like it.”

  “I did,” she admitted, remembering that burst of pleasure unlike anything she'd very experienced.

  She felt the point of his tail exploring the tight, puckered opening between her buttocks, stroking and simulating hidden nerves. Then there was a sensation, of pressure, her body giving way to it, and that first shock of penetration as the tip worked into her ass. She sucked in a sharp breath as he probed deeper. A shock of magic sang through her body.

  “We'll work with that,” Kadar said. “Soon. when you're riding astride with your hot ass in the air, you'll be ready to take a second cock, and two of us can have you at once.”

  “What makes you think I'll want that?” Sybil asked, arching her lower hack to offer more of herself to his invading member.