King of Fire and Scales (Wildwood Shifters Book 3) by Milly Taiden

Author:Milly Taiden [Taiden, Milly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Latin Goddess Press, Inc.
Published: 2024-07-26T00:00:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

DRAKE

The king didn’t know how much more he could take. Thalia was lovely beyond measure, and his dragon had nearly burned a hole through his skull with longing.

Her touch was like lightning on his skin, her scent, a breeze of intoxication. He couldn’t stay composed in the way he truly wanted to because everything inside him was begging with the need to devour every inch of her arresting essence.

Sorcha had been right. She was luscious from top to bottom. And he didn’t merely crave her carnally. No, he was possessed by something far more fluid than the fleeting superfluousness of lust.

He meant it when he told her that he lacked sufficient vocabulary. He’d rather wax lyrical over her body and soul like a painter brushing over a canvas, or a musician feathering his fingers over his treasured instrument.

The king hadn’t ever thought of any other being in that manner before. The peculiar foreign feeling made him want to set an entire city ablaze and dance drunkenly, all at once.

Their conversation at The Claw was easy and smooth. Thalia was amazed by the full flavoring of Benedict’s cooking, expressing herself vividly. She was bubbly, not a trace of the somber protector he’d met that first day at the village hut in sight.

But he was drawn to her then just as he was drawn to her beneath the veneered canopy of stars. The moon peeked its head out irregularly, casting the Creation Witch in a glow that felt otherworldly. He sat there, his chin perched on his palm, indelibly captivated.

Thalia had been regaling him with the lore of her village life when she caught him studying her like an oil painting.

“I’m sorry, I’m rambling,” she said, bringing her hand to her mouth humorously. “I think it's this wine you’ve been plying me with.”

Drake chuckled, beside himself with admiration for her frank nature. They had finished their meals and were offered a white cake with infused floral notes of lavender and complemented by the sweetness of honey.

He fingered the stem of the glass clumsily, which made Thalia burst into her own fit of hysterical laughter.

“I don’t see the effect,” he said, smiling.

Benedict brought them more wine and took their empty plates. On their third glass, Thalia lifted her chair and sat next to him, folding her legs so one of her bare feet could drape over his thigh. She had kicked off her arched footwear.

The king sobered when she guided his hand to it, naked of the tights she generally wore beneath her attire. His dragon paced inside him, full of undirected energy.

“You know the thing about women’s shoes…all garments, actually…”

He began to massage the ball of her foot. Her skin was soft as lamb’s fur, and she let out a provocative moan, cutting off her sentence bluntly.

Drake’s cock twitched in his trousers. He couldn’t stand touching only a single part of her. He greedily wanted it all.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered into her ear, resting next to his elbow.

He could see the way her breath had started to heave and snuck in a wily glimpse of her perfect breasts.

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