Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“You’ll let me leave if I want to?”
“After you’ve regained your health, I will.” I push down the fear of her leaving me. “If you don’t want to stay, you’re welcome to leave.”
She seems to relax slightly as she registers my words. Enough at least to return to her bath.
I look away and grab a heated towel to wrap her in once she’s finished. My heart is racing, and my dragon is pacing with the thought of her leaving. But I have time. I have plenty of time to let her adjust to the idea of being my mate. I’ll make sure she’s happy. I’ll give her everything I have if she’s able to give me dragonlings. I take in a deep breath and scent the air. Her heat is still prominent. She grabs the towel from my hand and the movement distracts me from my thoughts. She rises and covers herself, wrapping the towel and fastening it around her.
“Your brothers won’t hurt me?” she questions.
“No. Never.”
Thoughts riddle through her eyes. “Speak,” I demand.
She crosses and uncrosses her arms. “What do you mean exactly by me being your pet?”
My dick hardens at the idea. It only occurred to me as a means to cover up the fact that she’s a potential mate, but now I picture her, on her knees with those wide eyes on mine, wanting me to command her.
I’ll be patient.
I’ll earn her trust.
I’ll earn her affection.
She will desire me. She will heat for me. She will be my mate.
DRAGO
Shoving down every desire inside of me, I stare back at this beautiful woman with wide curious eyes asking me what it would be like to be my pet.
Reluctantly, she takes my hand when I offer it to help her up from the deep bath. Her small hand in mine is like fire. It blisters through me with a spark that refuses to be denied. She’s quick to wrap the towel around herself and leave me without her touch.
With a blush rising to her cheeks and her gaze anywhere but on me, I’m uncertain if she feels it too.
“You haven’t answered,” she whispers and then clears her throat. “What would it mean for me…to be your pet?”
I don’t need magic to know she’s thinking through every possibility. Her life has exchanged hands time and time again, more than likely each one worse than the last.
A possessiveness takes over so much so, a fire burns in my throat, deep and low and eager to meet my new enemies: anyone who’s ever done her wrong.
“If I went along with it…with what it is that you want...” she murmurs and peers up at me through her thick lashes. Her natural beauty is undeniable, her shyness yet bravery enraptures me; there is no doubt that I would do a number of sinful things without mercy simply to please her in the hopes that she would do the same for me.
“What do you think it means?” For the first time, alone with this woman, I don’t entirely trust myself. The color in her complexion deepens and her chest rises and falls as her breathing turns heavier. Again, she tries to hide it from me. As if I, a shifter, couldn’t tell there’s been a change. The heady scent of her desire is all I can focus on. It takes me a moment to hide away every thought that bombards me as she refuses to look me in the eyes.
“You want to sleep with me?” Finally her gaze meets mine, her long damp hair accentuating the curve of her neck, her body wrapped in only a woven cotton towel.
Her expression wavers. No matter how much she tries to hide it, she’s terrified. Perhaps a mix of hopeful, resistant, wanting even, but I’m all too aware of the fear that lingers.
I’m ever so careful with my honesty. “I do…I very much do, but I don’t imagine that would be best at this particular moment.”
She’s silent, her lips parted and so many questions riddled in her gaze.
I continue, ignoring the very present need that hardens at the thought of those lips parting for my cock.
“You’ve been through a lot already today,” I say absently, to remind not only her but also myself.
“I’ve been through a lot on other days as well,” she murmurs, the stubbornness and courageousness refusing to diminish as she dries herself.
“We could think of it as a game…” I offer and her motions pause.
“You possess obvious strength and I have respect for your bravery. But, as my pet, it is required that you submit in all ways.” Her eyes flash with anger nearly instantly until I add, “In front of everyone else. In return, I will reward you with treasures beyond your wildest imagination.”
She swallows thickly and nearly asks me something, but she swallows it instead.