Page 42 of Dragon My Crazy

“Eat,” Emmett said, setting the platter on the table. “You need strength to recharge your magic.”

I didn’t argue. The first bite of steak was heavenly. The potatoes were really good too. Crisp on the outside, fluffy on the inside.Ugh, and the mushrooms! Okay, so maybe I was just really, really hungry.

Emmett watched me, arms crossed, until I reached for the cup. I sniffed. Oh! Apple cider! That was good too. I was shocked when I realized I’d polished off the whole tray and was still hungry.

“What else do you need to replenish your magical reserves?” Emmett asked.

Food and sleep were two common options. Some people also had familiars that helped. Others recharged with magical objects. I didn’t know what worked best for me since I never really cared to find out. Why recharge my magical battery when my ex-husband was going to drain it anyway?

But I did know that my son and daughter both recharged with sexual contact. Should I mention it? Emmett’s bed was right there!

I reached for the crystal tumbler of water and chugged the rest of that too. It helped cool me a little. But when he helped me to stand and guided me back to the bed, my brain decided to betray me with images of us on it together. The thought of his virile body caging mine, moving, thrusting into me, sent a wave of lust barreling through me.

“Elana.” My name was barely a growl on his lips.

His scent, smoke and cedar, filled the space between us, so thick and intoxicating that I found it hard to breathe. A little voice shouted warning: predator, but my body refused to move.

Emmett’s gaze locked onto mine, his golden eyes glinting with mischief. “You know, demons aren’t the only ones who can help with magical recharge.” His voice dropped to a low rumble, sending a shiver down my spine. “I might not be a demon, but I’m willing to experiment. We can find out together if this works for you.”

“I’m sure time is all I need.” My words came out breathier than I intended.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Liar.”

Before I could protest, he lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto the bed. The silk sheets were cool against my skin, but his body was anything but. He hovered over me, his golden eyes burning with something primal, something hungry.

His hands went to the waistband of his boxers. My breath caught the moment the fabric hit the floor. His cock was thick and heavy, jutting proudly from a nest of bronze hair, the shaft ridged with raised, scaled patterns that glistened like polished bronze in the firelight. The head was broad and flushed a deeper gold, the slit already beading with arousal. But what had me internally screaming with delight were the ridges. Each one was a promise of primal, inhuman friction. My fingers twitched with the urge to touch, to trace those ridges, to feel how they’d stretch me open.

“Like what you see?” His voice was rough, amused, as he wrapped one large hand around the base, giving himself a slow stroke.

I swallowed hard but tried to play it cool. “I’m just surprised how close that company that sells monster dongs got to the actual shape.”

Emmett’s low chuckle vibrated through the room. “A haughty wyvern made a cast of himself and sold it to the company.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

“And lucky me, I get to try the real thing?”

He answered with a growl. He was on me in an instant, his body caging mine against the silk sheets. His mouth crashed onto mine, hot and demanding, and I moaned into the kiss. His body pressed against mine, the ridges of his cock pressing insistently against my thigh.

I reached up, my fingers brushing against the base of his horns, and a shudder ran through him.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I gasped as his hands roamed my body, stripping away my clothes with impatient efficiency. The cool air hit my skin, but his touch burned everywhere he stroked. My breasts, my hips, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He explored every inch of me like he wanted to memorize me.

I let out a hiss as his mouth found my nipple, his teeth grazing the peak before soothing it with a swirl of his tongue.

“So perfect,” he growled against my skin, his voice rough with need.

I arched into him, my body aching for more. His hands slid between my legs, his fingers finding me already wet. A groan tore from his throat, and he dipped his head lower past my belly. And then his mouth was on me, his tongue working magic between my thighs, his fingers thrusting inside me in a rhythm that had me writhing beneath him. I gripped his horns tighter, my hips bucking against his face as pleasure coiled tight in my core.

“Emmett, please—” I begged, my voice barely recognizable.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you inside me.”