Free Dragonfyre by Donna Grant

isn’t it? I need you, Aimery. I can’t do this alone.” He clenched his jaw and breathed in her scent of jasmine and sunlight. As he parted his lips to answer her, he caught one of the guards giving him a knowing look. Something in Aimery snapped. He stepped toward the guard, causing the lift to rock and Kyndra to yelp in fear.
    “Easy, Fae,” the guard said.
    Aimery leaned until he was nose to nose with the man. “Don’t look at her again. Do you understand me?”
    The guard nodded, and Aimery returned to his spot beside Kyndra.

    “What was that about?” she demanded as she looked from the guard to Aimery.
    Aimery’s gaze met the guard’s before he turned to her. “A small conflict that has been seen to.”
    She rolled her eyes and turned away from him, but she kept her hand near his. A small sigh escaped her parted lips when the lift began to slow. Aimery’s looked away from those plump lips that he imagined sliding over his cock. His rod swelled with a hunger only Kyndra could quench, a hunger that grew with each beat of his heart.
    “We’ve arrived,” another guard said.
    The lift came to a halt and Aimery stared at the yawning corridor before him, ablaze with light from candelabras hanging from the ceiling and walls. Lining the walls were giant tapestries of vivid colors, the artwork some of the best Aimery had ever seen. Of everything he had imagined Eldar’s castle to be, this certainly wasn’t it.
    He stepped off the lift and held out his hand for Kyndra. Once she was beside him, he heard her gasp as she took in the splendor.
    They had made it to Eldar’s castle.

Chapter Eleven
    Kyndra lounged in the massive bathing tub. It wasn’t as nice as what she was used to on her realm, but it was a bath with hot water, which was enough for her. She had washed the sand and sweat from her body three times and washed her hair four times.
    She smiled as she thought of Aimery. He had been indignant that Eldar hadn’t seen them immediately. The only thing that had calmed Aimery down was Eldar’s promise that he would see them in a few hours.
    It had been enough for her. The thought of a room to herself with food and a bath had been all she needed to hear. Yet when Aimery had discovered their rooms weren’t near each other, she had thought she would have to restrain him herself.
    Something had happened to Aimery. She still couldn’t believe his reaction on the lift.
    What had come over him to get in the guard’s face, and what had he growled at the man? Kyndra was likely never to know. What she did know was that Aimery wasn’t handling the loss of his magic well. He had hid it from her well enough, but she knew.
    She knew because she felt it herself.
    It would be so easy to give in to the fear and anger at the loss, but she couldn’t. She fought it every waking moment. She should have listened to Lugus better, taken to heart his words of caution and control. All she had now was Aimery. The thought of losing him left her gasping for breath.
    “Kyndra.”
    She jerked upright at the sound of his voice in the hallway. “I’m here.” Before she could tell him she was at her bath, the door to her chamber opened, and he stepped inside. She forgot all about her nudity as she looked at him. He wore a tunic of black, accented with cream thread, and black breeches that molded to his muscular legs. His hand was on the hilt of his dagger, and she glimpsed the pommel of his sword over his shoulder. His hair hung loose about his shoulders, the ends still damp.
    Then her gaze met his. The stark hunger blazing in his eyes made her heart skip a beat and her stomach flutter. She gripped the tub and started to rise before she knew what she was about. At the last moment, she stopped herself, wishing for the first time since she had become a priestess that she wasn’t bound by her vows.
    She wanted to touch, Aimery, to kiss him, caress him. Love him. She wanted to feel his hard length against her, to know what it felt