Page 13 of Dragon Heir

“Fine.” She sighs. “I shouldn’t tease you. You’re concerned about us, which is sweet. But roommates don’t generally tell each other what to do. Just like I’m not telling you that you have to go with us. Stay in if you want. And next weekend, like you said, we can see a joust. That actually sounds great. I’ve never been to one. Our village was too small to have such things.”

I try to think through the possibilities, ways to convince her it’s safer here without giving anything away. But I don’t know her well enough to guess what would entice her.

“You shouldn’t go out your first weekend,” I say at last. “The scholar program is tough. You’ll fall behind.”

“I’m actually ahead,” she says, sounding annoyed now. “I took seven placement tests this week. Look, True. If you don’t want to come, don’t. It would be great to have you with us and get to know you a little, but I’m not trying to twist your arm. Nevertheless, and at the risk of sounding rude, Pax and I are going, regardless of whether you join us.”

I blow out a long breath, leaning against the doorframe entrance to the hall. “I’ll come.”

As if completely forgetting her irritation from a moment earlier, she offers me a big grin. “Really? Great! I’ll just hop in the shower. Give me ten minutes.”

I grunt at her words, but I want to roar in frustration as Vynessa disappears into the washroom. Fifteen minutes later, the pipes clank, and there’s a rustling sound. Vynessa opens the door, and steam billows out. She steps through the living room, wrapped in a towel that covers her from chest to knees, but it doesn’t matter. It would only take a single tug, and she’d be bare before me. More than that, I can smell her sex, that sweet cinnamon scent teasing from between her golden thighs.

She climaxed in the shower again.

It makes me wonder what got her so turned on that she needed release—her time with Pax, her argument with me, or someone else entirely?

“Aren’t you going to get ready?” she asks as she passes.

“I’m ready.”

I hate this. I stand in the living room, listening to her rummaging around in her bedroom. She emerges at last, and though I’m not her father, I want to send her straight back into her room. Her dry hair tumbles like rivulets of lava around her shoulders. She’s wearing a teal tunic that’s longer than the short-pants and practically conservative compared to most students, but nothing under it. Her tight little tits push through the material, her nipples so pert my mouth waters at the sight.

“What’s taking Pax so long?” I grumble.

“Oh, he likes to look good for the ladies,” Vynessa says in a mocking tone. “Don’t worry, you look good already. Don’t feel like you have to change to compete.”

“I’m not looking to impress any ladies.”

Did she just call me good-looking?

“Oh, crap,” she says. “I’m sorry. You and Pax… Are you…?”

I give her a moment to go on, but she just looks at me like I’m missing the obvious.

Vynessa’s eyes change every time I look at them, silver to gold to dark coppery. Right now, they’re a deep golden color, matching the highlights in her hair. I can only surmise that it’s the power brewing inside her.

I shake my head. “What?”

“You know. Are you and Pax together? Like, a couple. Maybe he’s trying to look good for you.”

“Not at all.”

“Oh, sorry, I thought I sensed some chemistry,” she whispers, giving me a conspiratorial smirk. “Like things might be heading that way.”

“They’re not,” I say sharply, my gaze boring into hers.

“Sorry. I’m clearly not good at guessing these things.” She leans on the wall next to me, so close that if I reached out a finger, I would brush her hip. There’s not even a hint of an undergarment beneath the thin material of her dress.

Fuck me. Every supernatural is going to be salivating at the scent of her sex after ten minutes in the place, imagining tasting the sweet nectar between her thighs…

“Well, I’m glad you’re coming with us,” she says lightly, interrupting my obscene train of thought. “That way, I’ll have someone to talk to while Pax makes out with everything with a pair of lips. It gets boring standing there by myself.”

“I won’t leave your side,” I promise, my voice coming out a little gruffer than I intended.

She shoots me a strange look, and I try to dial down the intensity. With a shrug, I push off the wall and step into the living room, flopping down on the sagging sofa like I’ve lost interest in the conversation. But my thoughts are churning, and my own power is swelling inside me, my dragon anticipating a challenge.

Vynessa leans against the arm of the sofa, so close I could reach out and touch her.