Warrior Lover (Draconia Tales) by Karilyn Bentley Page B

the corner of the blanket. “You coming or what?”
    A willing woman was all the encouragement he needed.
    ****
    Lily watched Enar stalk toward her like a dog about to receive its favorite treat. Except in this case, she was the treat. What was she thinking to offer herself to him like she had? She knew the answer. She wanted more of his kisses and touch.
    Even if he was lying to her.
    Discovering what he hid was second on her to-do list. Right after seduce him witless. Did she just put that on her list?
    Obviously.
    Check her out. Going from scared of bedroll romping to wanting more of it in less than a day.
    Must be some sort of record.
    Heat licked through her veins as Enar sat beside her on the bedroll, pulling off his boots. Despite his secrets, she wanted him like she wanted her next meal. She wanted to be his lover. His friend. His companion of the heart.
    And that scared her more than anything else she had experienced over the last day. That road led to heartache, to despair. So why did she have the feeling her feet pointed down that path?
    Enar ran a finger down her cheek, turning her to face him. “Hello, lovely.”
    “Hello, handsome.”
    His thumb ran across her lips as his gaze met hers, drawing her in, the sounds of night fading until only the two of them remained. His lips replaced his thumb, pressing against hers as gentle as a butterfly resting on a flower.
    She opened for him, touching her tongue against his, and then he took possession of her mouth. Tongue thrusting, tangling with hers in a dance as old as time, ravishing, possessing. Leaving no doubt she belonged to him.
    His hands shoved her tunic up and she helped him remove it. He yanked his off and with one move had her lying on her back, the invisibility blanket covering them both. His lips returned to their possession, his hands stroking down her side to untie her trousers. She helped him pull them off, fumbling as she tried to untie the laces of his leathers. With a growl, he shoved her hands away, pulling on the strings until they gave way and his erection sprang free.
    Propping himself up on his elbows, he thrust inside her, filling her, joining them together. Lily cried out at the invasion, but he caught the sound in his mouth. Last night was gentle, pleasant, but tonight as he pounded into her, he branded her his.
    Possession.
    Goddess help her, but that knowledge here, now, as he rode her hard, pushed her over the edge and she came screaming, joining her cries to his.
    The weight of him collapsed upon her was like a blanket, warm and heavy. He lifted his head.
    “Did I hurt you?”
    “Not at all.”
    “Good.” He nuzzled her neck as he rolled to his side, one arm draped across her waist. Possessive.
    She liked being possessed by him. If only she knew what that possession meant for her future. Now was as good a time as any to ask.
    “Enar?”
    “Hmm?” He licked her lobe, drawing it into his mouth.
    “What am I to you?”
    His tongue stopped and he pulled back, looking at her, a crease between his brows deep enough to run a river through. “My claim?”
    “Yes I know, but what else?”
    “A very exquisite woman I’m happy to have as my claim. Why?”
    No time like the present. “Because I think you’re hiding something about what my new life is going to be like and I want to know what it is.” Lily held her breath as she stared into the dark orbs of his face.
    Enar blinked before schooling his face into a blank shield. “If you can still talk, I haven’t done a good enough job.” He bent to kiss her, his lips warm upon hers.
    She should push him away, refuse his kisses, insist on having a discussion. But his lips felt good, as his touches stroked her blood into a fire.
    As the melody he wrote into her skin drew them together in a frenzied passion, her questions, like her thoughts, faded into oblivion.

Chapter 8
    Enar flinched, eyes popping open. Tree branches shifted against one another, their leaves sounding like shaken