Lord Dragon's Conquest by Sharon Ashwood

Author:Sharon Ashwood [Ashwood, Sharon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Paranormal, Occult & Supernatural
ISBN: 9781460328279
Google: QALFAgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00GPDYNT0
Barnesnoble: B00GPDYNT0
Goodreads: 20917193
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

They fell asleep entwined. Keltie awoke twice that night in Larkan’s arms, twice more losing her sanity in his embrace. It was as if she couldn’t take her hands from his skin, or his from hers, and she could think of no good reason why they should even try. But the third time she woke, he was gone from the nest of furs. Keltie rolled over, blinking sleepily and groaning at her delicious soreness.

Larkan, clad only in loose-fitting pants, was pouring something from a metal pitcher into a cup. The sloshing sound reminded Keltie that she was thirsty. As if he heard her thoughts, Larkan padded across the floor, handing her the clay cup. His hand lingered over hers as she took it, his green eyes soft and dark with heat. Keltie felt a flush rising over her entire body, that one look awakening fresh desire.

“Good morning,” he said.

She looked away, overwhelmed, and took a long gulp of the cool drink. She nearly choked. It was fizzy, sweet and bitter at once. She swallowed down the mouthful, deciding the taste wasn’t bad although it was definitely not what she wanted first thing in the morning. “What is this?”

He chuckled at her expression. “Mead. A drink made from fermented honey.”

Which meant it had alcohol in it. She could already feel it rushing to her head. Or maybe that was just Larkan’s effect on her. She fingered the rough cup, not sure where to look or what to say. He wasn’t the first man she’d ever slept with, but he was the first who mattered. She wanted to get these next few moments right, to be sure she didn’t spoil things. She set the cup aside.

Larkan watched her every movement, his expression grave. “If it was up to me, I would leave you alone to gather your thoughts, but there is no time. I have been out already, and the den is in an uproar. The queen has declared that the festival is about to begin.”

Keltie looked up sharply. At some point during the night, Larkan had explained the festival to her. She didn’t remember every detail, but she’d retained enough to know that she didn’t want to be around while it happened.

Larkan held her gaze. “The last moments before the festival starts will be your best chance to escape. You will be able to make your way through the den and out onto the mountainside. Then run for all you are worth. When you reach your people, keep your professor and his friends from ever coming back.”

Keltie felt a sudden wash of shame. If she had listened to Larkan and had left the cave painting alone to begin with...but that was an impossible train of thought. There was no way she could have guessed that particular cave was on the doorstep of a dragon colony. Still her blood froze when she thought of the havoc that would ensue if Switzer’s ambitions collided with the dragons’ lives. “I’ll stop him. Somehow.”

Larkan nodded.

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