Free Dragon Maid by Ann Gimpel Page B

with once.”
    Jonathan cleared his throat. “We haven’t even had once yet.” He made go away motions with both hands.
    “Och, sorry.” Lachlan backed up a few steps, looking chagrined.
    “Aye, sorry indeed. We shall hold those congratulations for a bit,” Kheladin seconded.
    “How sorry could you be?” Britta asked. “You tromped right past my magic to get to us.”
    “I’m sure I’ll be even sorrier once Tarika finishes reprimanding me.” Kheladin smirked and turned away.
    Maggie blew out a breath. “I had to make love with Ceridwen looking on. The least we can do is give you more of an illusion of being alone. Here, I’ll just add a spot of my own magic to yours.” Power thrummed, and she wove a barrier out of golds and greens. The warp and weft joined Britta’s spell. Maggie’s voice blurred; Jonathan sensed her, Lachlan, and Kheladin leaving.
    He shook his head. “Tarika was smart to strike while she had an opportunity.”
    “A human who understands me,” the dragon purred.
    “Doona encourage her.” Britta grinned. “There’ll be no living with her.”
    While he could still think, before the sexual heat thickened so much it addled his brain, Jonathan looked around them. The sandy floor would do, but it would be better if they padded it with their clothing. He bent and arranged his discarded shirt and jacket, and then filched Maggie’s jacket from where Britta had dropped it.
    “Will ye be adding your breeks to the pile?” Britta asked slyly.
    “You just want to see me naked.”
    “Aye, that too.”
    He toed off his boots and unsnapped his trousers. A quick tug maneuvered the zipper past his hard-on. Britta’s voice caught with an audible gasp. She pulled at his pants, clearly anxious to get them out of the way. “’Twould be far easier if ye wore a plaid.” She sounded breathless. “Then we’d simply push it aside.”
    “Looks as if we managed.” He stepped out of his pants and shorts and then kicked them toward the rough bed he’d made. Jonathan placed a hand on either side of her face and tilted it up so she met his gaze. “How would you know about such things?”
    “I have eyes. I’ve watched humans rutting afore. She lifts her skirts, he lifts his plaid.”
    “I don’t care about them. I care about us.” He traced the bones of her face beneath his fingers. “You are so beautiful.”
    “So are you.” She fitted her body to his and wrapped her arms around him. Britta trailed her fingertips down his back. “Your skin is like silk, yet I feel such strength in the muscles beneath.”
    He closed his mouth over hers, loving the feel of her lips, firm against his. He licked and nibbled until she opened her mouth to his questing tongue. The same sweet taste flooded him. Her hands had traveled to his buttocks. They tightened. She shifted so she straddled one of his legs. The heat of her core seared his thigh.
    Her scent, heavy with lavender and amber rose around them. He inhaled hungrily, drinking it in, and threaded his fingers into her hair, pulling her more deeply into their kiss. Her hips bucked against his leg. He felt the shudders of a climax ripple through her. One of her hands found its way between their bodies, and she curved her fingers around his cock.
    Jonathan broke their kiss, groaning at what her touch did to him. He wanted to toss her onto her back, spread her legs, and bury himself, but he didn’t want to hurt her. Dragon shifter or no, she was still a virgin.
    “Here.” He unwound her fingers from his throbbing cock and gestured for her to lie down.
    He joined her on their impromptu bed and strung kisses down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples were peaked. He tongued them, moving from one to the next, while he slid a hand between her legs and rubbed her passion-slick nub until she moaned and writhed beneath his touch. When he knew she was close to another release from the tension in her clit, he moved his hand and pushed a finger inside her. Muscles