Prince of Dragons by Cathryn Cade

Author:Cathryn Cade
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2010-08-17T04:00:00+00:00

Part of Slyde wanted nothing more than to sink down on her and let himself fall fathoms deep into sleep. But another part knew if he did he would miss too much of this one precious night. When he’d recovered from the enervation of his second orgasm, he pulled slowly out of her and lay down beside her on the padded bench. He felt so good, he wanted to roar.

Sirena stretched sinuously and sat up.

“Where are you going?” he inquired, his hand on her hip. She wasn’t going to leave him yet.

She patted his leg. “Not far. I brought refreshments.”

Slipping off of the bench, she reached underneath and lifted up a basket. He watched with bemused interest as she pulled out a carafe, a dish of charnelle and an assortment of small jars.

Leaning up on his elbow, he took the carafe as she offered it to him and took a swig. It was a delicate wine, with the faint echo of berries.

“Frontieran,” she said, smiling at his look of approval.

He handed her the carafe and watched her drink. “A fine wine. What else do you have there?”

“Charnelle.” She handed him the dish of truffles, each with an ornate design of a tiny lizard bearing a hot chili pepper in his mouth. “Do you like it?”

“Very much.” He took one and bit into it. The taste, at once velvety and hot, seared across his tongue.

Her eyes danced as she selected one for herself. “Good. It builds endurance.”

He let his gaze travel slowly down her as she ate her truffle. She sat gracefully erect, legs folded beneath her, letting him admire her bare breasts, tiny waist and flared hips to the delicate mound of her mons.

“So does looking at you,” he said.

He reached for her, wanting her close. After all the months of watching and yearning, he could not get enough of touching her—warm flesh under satin skin, the play of strong muscle and the intriguing feminine padding of even such a highly toned female.

She slithered away from his touch. “I need a shower-dry. Care to join me?”

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