Free Dragon's Melody by Ophelia Bell Page A

tiny satellites being gradually sucked into a black hole. In her dream he darted out a tongue that swelled and grew into something inhuman, but that she craved to have between her thighs again. And he complied, sinking the agile length of it into her wet pussy.
    She awoke writhing with the pleasure of her orgasm and drenched in sweat. Once the delirium of the dream faded, she went to the bathroom, filled the tub, and sank down into the deliciously cool water. Her body temperature settled, but her mind ran rampant. The sensation of the tongue in her dream was precisely what she’d felt that day in the plane with Kol.
    The tongue he’d shoved into her couldn’t have been human. He couldn’t be human.
    She grasped the medallion at her throat and it burned against her palm, the heat of it only reminding her more of him and what she would do for him if he’d only ask. While she held the pendant, she pressed her fingers against her clit and rubbed the tight little bundle rapidly. It took only a few seconds before she was thrashing in the water and crying out, her entire body quivering with her orgasm.
    ***
    The summons didn’t come for several days. She spent as much time as possible outside her stifling apartment, sitting in the library or any other local public spot that had air conditioning. She kept her phone handy wherever she went, looking at it periodically like an overeager lover.
    She was sitting in the darkest, coolest corner of the library reading when an impossibly handsome man in a sharp suit found her.
    “Melody Proust?”
    She hesitated to answer until she spied the emblem pinned to the man’s silk tie. It looked similar to the one strung around her neck, only with a blue inlay rather than black.
    “I’m Melody …”
    “Mr. Magnus would like to speak with you.”
    Her skin tingled at the mention of him. She stood, smoothing down her sundress and then the silken waves of her hair. “Do I look okay?” she asked the man.
    He was beautiful beyond belief, so tall she had to crane her neck to see his face, with broad shoulders and perfectly proportioned features. His hair was trimmed above his collar and draped in a soft, pale blond cowlick high over his forehead, and his cheeks looked smoother than a baby’s bottom. His gaze was all over her, the palest of blue eyes glowing inhumanly for a moment the way Kol’s tended to in rare moments when she caught him studying her. The effect startled her, inciting her curiosity in him even more. So far he was the fourth person she’d encountered in her entire life that could do that. It couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? Either way, she was immediately eager to find out more.
    “You look gorgeous,” he said. His gaze turned hungry as it passed down her body, the glow in them flickering brighter for a second. The way he lingered at her hips made her acutely aware of the press of her thighs against the desk she was leaning on and of every other point of contact below her waist.
    He looked like he wanted her, eyes rapidly skimming over every inch of her like he couldn’t get enough. As if his rapt expression wasn’t enough, he was obviously sporting a spectacular erection inside his trousers and not the least bit embarrassed about it, either.
    That realization sent Melody into a spin. After more than a month of craving a man who repeatedly ignored her, now here was another, every bit as attractive, who clearly did want her.
    Throwing caution to the wind, Melody took a deep breath, unbuttoned the first few buttons of her dress and let the sheer fabric fall open. She hadn’t worn a bra, foregoing the irritating garment due to the heat. Her breasts pressed heavily against the bodice of her dress, her cleavage bright and creamy and glistening with perspiration in spite of the cool air in the dark corner cubicle where she’d chosen to hide. It only briefly occurred to her to wonder how he’d found her there without calling first.
    “Gorgeous enough for Mr.