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They’re perky yet small with hardened rose-pink nipples pressing against the fabric. I stifle my groan and pray she can’t feel my dick hardening beneath her. As I slip the piece of cheese into her waiting mouth, her eyes go wide and her back pulls away just slightly from me. Fuck, she definitely felt the change beneath her ass. She stills and slowly chews while looking straight ahead.
The intoxicating smell of her heat is laced with disappointment because it’s far too obvious that she’s terrified. It’s dimming. She’s already losing it. I choose to simply ignore all of it and grab another square of cheese to continue feeding her. “Open.” She immediately obeys, and those pink, plump lips part for another bite. I smile as she closes her eyes and enjoys the taste.
“Do you like it?” She quickly nods and lets a small moan of gratitude slip into the air between us. Her eyes pop open and her hand covers her mouth as she realizes her action. Again, I choose to ignore the look of regret in her eyes. “Good.” I reach for a slice of ripe plum. “Would you like to try this next?”
“Please, Lord Arrington.” I stop my movements as my eyes travel over her face. I don’t know why, but I don’t like her calling me that. She is not a guest, nor a servant. Something deep inside me whispers that she may only be a guest, she may leave me soon, but my dragon and I disagree. I want this to be different. Something about her calls to me. Galen had his pets call him Master, but I don’t want that. I decide on something more to my taste.
“I’d rather you call me Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.” My dick jumps in my pants and her face flushes red. She looks down and bites her lip to hide a smile. What a little vixen. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
I slip the sliver of fruit into her mouth. I repress my groan as her hot tongue licks the tip of my finger. A satisfied sigh fills the room. “You like that more?”
“I enjoy both.” She looks up at me through her thick lashes. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
The question catches me off guard. I want to tell her about her heat, my desire for a mate and dragonlings, and how she is the only hope I have of such things… But I’d rather not, given I have no idea if we are truly mates. I settle on a simple truth. “Because I want to.”
She takes a moment to consider my words. “Thank you. Could I have some more?”
“Of course.”
Time passes easily, piece by piece. I continue to feed her, enjoying the feel of her warm body and the small sounds of satisfaction from her lips. Then I remember my brother and the fact that she’s yet to tell me he was here.
“I have a question for you, treasure.” I tilt the spoon up so she can taste the soup. She swallows with a sign of contentment. Her tongue darts between her lips and then she finally looks up at me.
“Yes?”
“Is there anything that you’re deliberately hiding from me?” Her heart hammers against her chest as she looks back down at the tray of food. “Open treasure. You need to eat more.” I want to make sure she knows she gets to eat regardless of punishment. I will never deprive her of necessities. She hesitantly opens her mouth for me to slip in a slice of sharp white cheddar. There’s still some prosciutto and sweet salami left, as well as some kumquat jam and Marcona almonds. Plenty to slowly treat her, and test her, and flirt with her in this manner.
“Yes.” I wait for her to continue, but she doesn’t. She turns her head, refusing eye contact and concentrating on the dark comforter.
“I see,” I say as I reach for a chocolate truffle and hold it up for her to eat. After all, she did answer my question with honesty. “Dessert treasure? Unless you’re full.”
Her eyes dart to mine with surprise. She accepts the chocolate and I give her another while asking, “What is it that you’re keeping from me?”
“I was asked not to say.” Her voice is sorrowful as she answers me.
“Hmmm.” I press my lips together and pick up another chocolate, but she shakes her head and fiddles with her fingers in her lap. “Are you full?”
“Yes.” A moment passes between us, and I take the break to settle her in the middle of the bed and move the tray to the dresser before returning to her. She brings the sheet to her lap as armor, as I war inside with how I should handle this.
I don’t care for that fact that she’s keeping things from me. And I especially don’t like that I have to pry information from her only to be given short responses. However, the fact that she keeps her word is admirable.
After clearing my throat, I pry more. “Answer me this.” I climb onto the bed and sit next to her, this time she doesn’t shy away, but stays where she is. “Did anything happen that frightened you while I was gone?” I highly doubt Cyrus did, but I still need to ask. For an odd reason, the weight of the world seems to settle against me as I wait for her answer. I do not wish to kill my own brother.
She shakes her head and answers, “No.” As relief slowly washes over me, she adds, “For a moment I was a bit scared, but everything was fine.” I stare at her, wanting more, and then I realize the best possible solution.
“From now on, my treasure, if someone asks you to keep something from me, I want you to tell them that you can’t.” It’s then she realizes I know at least something and a spark flashes in her eyes. I’m careful as I bring my hand up and brush her hair from her face.
“I wish to know everything about you and everything that happens to you. You will do that for me, and I will ensure they understand that it is not prudent for you to keep secrets from me, is that understood?”
A shy smile plays at her lips. “I can do that, Sir.”
Fuck. I love that she added that “Sir” for me. Even more so that she seems to be enjoying the game. I scent the air again and her heat has nearly vanished. She’s still aroused, which is nice, but not what interested me in the first place. It’s possible it will come again in a few weeks. I will keep her until then.
She yawns drowsily and quickly covers it with her hand. She truly is a beautiful creature.
“I need to reward your good behavior treasure.” I watch her out of the corner of my eye as I climb off the bed toward the nightstand and blow a gentle flame onto the large wax candles throughout the room. Some are large pillars of wax a few feet high and the flame slowly grows nearly a foot tall. Others are smaller and sit atop the furniture. I walk the length of the room and light them until the room is lit with a warm glow. She watches with wide eyes as the flames slip from my lips effortlessly like a whisper of treacherous secrets.
