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  “That hand between your legs, that’s my hand. You understand?” His voice was low and deadly.

  She immediately nodded.

  “Whatever I want to do with that hand, I get to do.”

  She nodded again, a blush rising alluringly on her body.

  “Turn around.”

  He barely stifled a groan when he realized she was wearing a thong. Had been wearing a thong the entire night. Wearing a thong when he’d carried her in his arms. Wearing a thong when she was sprinting toward the gate, Wearing a thong when he’d tossed her over his shoulder and only her dress had separated his face from her soft, curvy ass. He adjusted his cock against his pants, she wasn’t the only one this was painful for.

  “Good. Now take down your underwear. Slowly.” There wasn’t much more of her body to even be revealed at this point, but Amos couldn’t tear his eyes away from where her underwear had been. She bent forward to take them the rest of the way down and Amos got a front row seat to her perfect little pussy from behind.

  This was actually gonna kill him. His heart pounded out of his chest and he clamped his hands to the arms of the chair.

  “No,” he said as she moved to stand back up. “Stay bent. Let me look at you.” He could have looked for an hour, but she wiggled just a tiny bit and he knew she was getting needy.

  “The bra,” he bit out. “Face me.”

  Lucy instantly stripped off her bra and turned around. And there were no words. She wasn’t just hot. This was the most attractive woman he’d ever seen. He couldn’t have dreamed her up if he’d tried. Wouldn’t have believed someone if they’d described her. Each curve was so extreme, so soft and feminine. She was made to be naked.

  “Clothes are a crime against humanity,” he murmured.

  She shifted on her feet. She was as ready as he was.

  “Sit on the bed and spread your legs.”

  In complete control of the sexiest situation of his life, he and his cock were currently best friends and mortal enemies. As he watched her, he had to stroke himself, at least once.

  Her eyes followed the movement of his hand over his pants and she licked her lips.

  “I could help you with that,” she said in a voice husky with lust.

  He shook his head. “No. That’s not what you’re gonna do.” He leaned forward in the chair, his own stupid fucking code of honor the only thing keeping him there. “What you’re gonna do, is fuck that hand.”

  Her eyes dilated and he knew she liked that plan.

  “First, I want you to show me how wet you are.” He could barely get the words out. “I want to see those fingers disappear inside you.”

  A bomb could have gone off in the room and he still wouldn’t have been able to look away from Lucy’s fingers as they came between her spread legs. Gently she parted herself and he could see just how wet and ready she was. For him. He leaned forward even further in his chair, like his body was trying to make his brain do what it wanted. What it needed.

  He felt her gaze on his face but he couldn’t look away from her pussy. He was rewarded when her middle finger sank into her wetness.

  “Oh, god.” Her back arched off the bed and he realized that she was so close it wasn’t going to take much to put her over the edge.

  She slid her ring finger in to join the first and she moaned, her head thrashing from one side to the other.

  “Do it, Lucy,” he growled.

  She followed directions. She held her hand still but started to work her hips up and down on it. Suddenly she propped herself up on her other arm to give herself some purchase. She really started to ride the hand between her legs. Her head fell back on a moan. He watched in fascination as she brushed her thumb across her clit, once, twice.

  Her body began to tense.

  “Tell me if you’re going to come,” he snarled.

  “I’m gonna come,” she said instantly.

  And if he thought he’d gone off the deep end before, he truly lost it now. His body would not let him stay in the chair. Something about her was calling out to him, screaming out for him. It was in her scent, her moans, the way she looked in the candlelight.

  Something old and buried deep was waking up in Amos. Something he’d never known was in him was calling out to her too. It was turning him into an animal. It was the way he felt when he was in dragon form. It was screaming for him to be there when she came. To touch her into it. He suddenly knew, in his bones, that it would go against the laws of nature for her orgasm to disappear into the air.

  He needed to swallow it. To make it his and only his. That orgasm belonged to him.

  Up from his chair in a flash, he gently batted her hand away from herself. He barely registered her surprise as he grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her down the bed toward him. He knelt down in between her legs. And stared her in the eyes as he lowered his mouth to her.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Lucy awoke with a start. She was completely naked and covered over in a –surprise surprise- heavy velvet blanket. She wasn’t confused or disoriented. She was in the fucking dragon fortress.

  She was a little surprised to be alone though. Last she thing she knew the hottest, most talented mouth she’d ever experienced was bringing her to the most powerful orgasm of her life. Immediately afterward every bit of her energy had melted away. The fatigue, fear, and intensity of the day had caught up to her. And as he stroked the tension out of her body with his mouth, she’d fallen into a dark sleep.

  She peered around the dim room. She wanted to call out for him but she realized she didn’t even know his name.

  “Oh my god,” she lowered her face into her palm. Asking him was going to be extremely embarrassing.

  “Miss?” a small voice came from the corner and startled the crap out of Lucy.

  She tugged the sheet up to cover herself and tried to see through the darkness to whoever had spoken. “Who’s there?”

  “Me, Miss.” A beautiful woman stepped out of the shadows. She had wavy brown hair to her waist and was wearing a simple blue dress. Her plain attire was starkly contrasted by an intricate gold choker across her neck.

  She approached the bed and picked up a small oil lamp on the stand beside it. The light threw a forest of shadows across the bedroom. As it illuminated the woman’s face, Lucy realized she was actually more of a girl. She couldn’t be more than fifteen or sixteen.

  “My name is Zara,” she said and perched on the edge of the bed.

  “I’m Lucy.”

  “Yes,” Zara said with a small smile. “I know all about you.”

  “I thought I was supposed to be a big secret.”

  “Oh you are! But not from the wives. We’ve been informed of your importance.”

  Lucy had a sick feeling in her stomach. “Wives?”

  “Yes,” Zara nodded and nervously played with her choker. “I’m one of the King’s three wives. Well, four now, if you count.”

  “I don’t count,” Lucy said firmly. And then, because she couldn’t help herself, “How could you possibly be taken for a wife at your age. You’re a child!”

  Zara blushed and let her hair fall across her face. “I’ve been a wife to the King since I was born. But we haven’t consummated yet. Dragon shifters can’t conceive until they are at least twenty years of age. I’m only sixteen. My body won’t accept him.”

  Lucy wasn’t entirely sure what that meant but she was deeply relieved to hear it. “Thank god.”

  Zara nodded, but quickly stopped herself, as if she were embarrassed by her behavior.

  Lucy glanced around the room again. “Uh, do you know where… Muscle Man is?”

  Zara laughed in surprise. “You mean Amos? Your bodyguard?”

  Amos. The name fit him. Lucy nodded.

  “He’s outside your door, Miss.” She cleared her throat. “Guarding you.”

  So. He made her come so hard she met god. And then he went back to work. Interesting. Very interesting. Lucy wondered what he’d be like when she s
aw him next. Whether or not he was going to act like the whole thing hadn’t happened. She decided not to dwell on it. She turned back to the girl.

  “Zara, you’ve seen me naked. You can call me Lucy.”

  Zara laughed again and it was an unpracticed sound, almost like she wasn’t used to feeling joy. Well, Lucy considered, if she’d been King Dalyer’s wife since she was born, she probably hadn’t led a very joyful life.

  “It’s time to get you ready to meet with the King, Mi- Lucy,” Zara said and moved to the big wardrobe on one side of the room.

  “I didn’t realize I was meeting with the King today.” Lucy’s head hurt just thinking about it.

  “Yes,” Zara said as she perused through the many hanging gowns in the wardrobe. “He likes to see his wives every day. We’ll all be there.”

  She pulled a simple green gown off the hanger and held it up, seeking Lucy’s approval.

  Lucy shrugged a yes at the dress. Foregoing modesty she tossed back the covers. “I’m gonna take a shower real quick.”

  “Okay,” Zara said timidly.

  Lucy stepped in to the wrought iron tub and fiddled with the taps. Liquid heaven poured out of a shower head shaped like a dragon’s mouth. There was no curtain and looking up from the spray, she realized Zara was standing awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom

  “You’re not gonna, like, try to bathe me are you?” Lucy asked the girl.

  “No! I’m not your servant, Miss. Lucy,” she amended. “I’m your…”

  “Friend?” Lucy said.

  Zara blushed deeply and a pleased look came over her face.

  She was a little awkward, but Lucy realized that she’d probably been deprived of affection for her whole life.

  “Hand me that shampoo, will you?” Lucy asked and Zara brought some over to the shower. “Zara, if we’re friends then can I ask you a question?”

  Zara nodded and sat down on a small bench, listening so intently it kind of broke Lucy’s heart. Poor lonely girl.

  “When you saw Amos this morning, how’d he look?”

  Zara looked a little confused by the question but she answered anyway. “The same as always. Serious. Well, maybe he was a little angrier than usual?”

  “Angry how?”

  “Well, he scowled at me. Usually he smiles.”

  Angry. Hmmm. Not quite sure what to make of that, Lucy finished washing her hair. She supposed she’d find out herself when they left her chambers to see the King.

  Zara handed a towel to her and waited in the bedroom while Lucy dried off and studied herself in the mirror. For what a shitty day yesterday was, Lucy had to admit she looked pretty good. Glowy actually. A heart stopping, mind blowing orgasm would do that for a girl.

  Zara had the green dress all unlaced and ready for Lucy when she came out of the steamy bathroom. She even had some weird undergarments picked out for her.

  “What are those?” Lucy asked Zara.

  Zara blushed. “The King likes for us to wear them. They protect our chastity for him.”

  Lucy leaned down and examined the shiny, intricately braided underwear.

  “I’ll bet they do. Jesus, it’s made of metal!” Lucy cried, holding them up on the tip of her finger.

  “Yes,” Zara nodded. “And they lock onto you. Yours can only be unlocked with this key.” She held a little black key up. “The wives keep the keys for one another. So no man besides the King can unlock them.”

  “Yeah,” Lucy said as she tossed the garment back on the bed. “I’m gonna go ahead and go commando.”

  “Commando?” Zara asked, cocking her head to one side.

  “No undies. Breeze between the knees.”

  Zara laughed and clapped a hand over her mouth. “But the King demands we wear them!”

  “Does he ever check?”

  “Well,” Zara said and pulled uncomfortably at her choker. “I guess not.”

  “Ok, then I’m gonna pass.” Lucy tossed them into the wardrobe where they fell with a little metallic jingle.

  Zara looked like she wanted to say more, but instead she just held up the dress for Lucy to step into. They got the dress buttoned about half way up before they sagged against each other, panting.

  “Yikes. Got anything a size up?” Lucy asked.

  Zara sucked her lips in and tried to hold back a giggle. She shook her head. “They’re all the same size.”

  “Oh my god!” Lucy exclaimed, eyeing herself in the gilded mirror on the wall. “I can’t go out there like this. It looks like my boobs are eating me.”

  Both Zara and Lucy burst out laughing. Lucy was right, her breasts were bursting out the top of her dress, the fabric straining to accommodate her voluptuous figure. Suddenly the door to her chambers opened.

  “Is everything alright?” Amos froze solid when he entered the room. He cleared his throat. “You’re laughing. Sorry. I wasn’t sure what the noise was.”

  He turned to leave but Lucy stepped toward him as if they were bound by some electric thread. “Wait, we need help.”

  He paused at the door but didn’t look at her.

  “We can’t get my dress closed. We need someone strong.”

  Zara’s eyes darted back and forth between Lucy and Amos. Zara was young, but she wasn’t dumb, she took a step backwards and tried to fade in with the tapestries.

  “That’s ridiculous,” Amos growled.

  Lucy didn’t back down. “I’m serious. We can’t get this thing on. And unless you want me to go see the King looking like this…”

  She gestured to her breasts that were basically falling out of her dress and she hadn’t even finished speaking before Amos had come to stand behind her.

  His fingers quickly did up button after button. He got to the buttons at the top, the ones her breasts were preventing from closing, and he firmly yanked the fabric. Lucy let out a little gasping breath as the dress constricted her. She felt Amos’s breath feather over her neck and shoulders.

  He was pretending to be cold to her, but Lucy could feel the heat between them. Every light scrape of his fingers against the smooth skin of her back sent waves of electricity between her legs. He finally did up the last button and the fabric strained around her chest, creating some of the most fantastic cleavage she’d ever had.

  “Thank you, Amos,” she whispered.

  His eyes shot up to meet hers in the mirror when she said his name. Her mouth parted and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. He cleared his throat and took a step back from her.

  “The King is waiting,” he said and strode out of the room.

  So, he was going without acknowledging what happened last night. It bothered Lucy more than she wanted to admit. She was usually fine with a one-and-done. But there was something about Amos. She wanted him again.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Amos was absolutely NOT looking at Lucy as she sat at the King’s knee. She was the last in the row of wives. The King was reading aloud from the Kingdom scripture, as he did every morning and Lucy’s eyes were closed, her chin resting on her palm.

  But Amos didn’t even really notice that, because he wasn’t looking at her. He hadn’t looked at her as she’d walked down the hallway in that tight little excuse for a dress. He hadn’t watched her whisper something in Zara’s ear, making the girl smile. And he definitely hadn’t watched as she’d gathered her long skirt around her to sit in her assigned chair.

  Amos was losing his mortal mind. He could still taste her in his mouth. He felt so strange today, knowing that the best moment of his life was behind him now. He’d been to the mountaintop. It was face first between Lucy’s legs. Amos discreetly adjusted himself in his pants.

  He had to stop thinking about her. He had to put this behind him. Sure, it had been incredible. The hottest thing that would ever happen to him. But it was over. In the past. Actually, as far as he was concerned, it had never even happened.

  Amos resolutely avoided her eyes, which were open again, and staring straight at him. He turned h
is head as he felt someone approach him from behind. Oh. Great. The fucking Oracle was here. Just what Amos needed.

  The Oracle came to stand beside Amos and was obviously about to say hello, when a strange look came over his face. He leaned in and studied Amos’s eyes. Amos immediately looked away, disconcerted by the weird stare and suddenly nervous that the Oracle could see more than he should.

  The Oracle looked at Amos, then at Lucy. Then back to Amos. Amos turned away from him, supremely uncomfortable.

  “Busy night?” The Oracle asked.

  Amos turned and saw an expression on his face that could only be described as glee. Fuck. The Oracle knew something was up. How much he knew, Amos had no idea.

  “Not really,” he replied.

  “Sure, sure,” the Oracle said, scratching one hand over his stubble and staring at the side of Amos’s face. “So that’s her, huh?”

  Amos grunted. Obviously the Oracle already knew the answer to that question. He was the one who’d picked her out of the 3 billion women on earth.

  Amos could tell the Oracle was about to say more but he was blessedly interrupted when the King slapped his book closed. The reading of the scripture was over. Which meant that the King was going to address the room.

  Usually the room was filled with many more people. But Lucy’s presence required it just be Amos, the Oracle, the wives and a few other bodyguards in Amos’s employ.

  The King cleared his throat. “Lucy. Come here.”

  Amos held his breath at the defiant look on her face, but luckily she did as she was told.

  “Kneel before me,” the King said.

  Again she did as she was told. Amos felt a weird twisting feeling in his stomach, watching her kneel before another man. He imagined himself in the King’s position, Lucy eye level with his cock. Amos blew out a low breath and beside him the Oracle snickered.

  Amos was so distracted he almost didn’t notice the King pulling something out of a velvet covered box. The glinting of gold caught his eye.