Free Dragon Void (Immortal Dragons Book 2) by Ophelia Bell

coppery hair that adorned his chest. “Is it because we only just met?”
    “Not at all. I was just worried that your brothers might be missing you. I don’t want to piss them off.”
    Evie let out an indelicate snort. “They’re harmless. Besides, you’re bigger than them.” Her gaze drifted down his naked torso and back up.
    “There are two of them, so under the circumstances, I’d prefer to stay on their good side. I should take you home before they decide to come beat down my door.”
    “What you should do is tell me the truth,” she said, hooking her leg over his and nudging her knee perilously close to his genitals. “Something you should know about me is that I can spot a lie a mile away. My brothers might intimidate you, but that’s not what’s really bothering you.” She nudged his balls gently and he twitched his hips to pull away. The contact felt supremely nice, but the look in her eyes was too dangerous. Her leg tightened and she raised her eyebrows.
    Marcus rolled his eyes and reached down to grip her knee. “If you want to make use of me again, be careful.”
    “I’d prefer to fall in love with a man who is honest. If you can’t be, then I have no use for you.” With her knee locked tightly in his grip, she instead slid her hand down and cupped him between the legs, squeezing gently. The threat wasn’t lost on him, but her soft touch made it difficult as hell to think straight. Her eyes brightened when his cock started to stiffen again.
    “Christ, fine! The song you sang, at least the meaning of it, hit home.” He rolled over and rummaged in the pocket of his backpack, hunting for his wallet. A second later he unfolded a small, cream-colored card and held it out to her. “My draft card. Your brothers are probably in the same boat, if I’m guessing their ages right. I’m not the kind of man to shy away from danger—that’s not what bothers me—but now that I’ve met you…”
    Now that he’d met her, it still shouldn’t have bothered him. He barely knew her, after all. But he’d never met another woman quite like her and the thought of never having the time to explore what could be would break his heart if he let it. She was even more special than he imagined after those weeks of watching her singing in the park.
    “You’ve known me for what, a few hours? Why do you think I’m so special?”
    “Mm, well, what you’re doing with your hand right now is pretty special.”
    Evie lifted her head up and waved the hand she’d been resting on at him. “This? It’s just a prop.” Her other hand tightened around his rigid cock and gave it a long, deliberate stroke. She grinned at the harsh groan that escaped his lips.
    “I don’t know what it is about you. Something tells me you’re so much more than you seem, even beyond a knack for spectacular hand jobs.” His hips rose up to meet her steady stroking. Fuck, he was going to come again if she kept that up, which would probably be breaking some kind of record, at least for him. He’d never been so turned on so soon after an orgasm before. And this afternoon, he’d already had two back-to-back. What the fuck was she doing to him?
    “Am I special enough for you to believe me when I say you don’t have to worry about my brothers? If anything, it’s my grandmother you should be afraid of.”
    The comment might normally have ruined the mood, but Evie punctuated it by leaning down and taking him in her mouth. Marcus lost it completely then, hips bucking up hard into her. He reached out and grabbed at her thigh, sliding his hand up between her legs to find her slick and wet. She hummed around his girth when he slipped two fingers deep into her. He wanted more of her. Sweet Jesus, he didn’t think he would ever get enough of her. With a squeeze and tug of her thigh, he urged her to move so that her knees were braced against his shoulders and her sweet snatch was poised and dripping over his mouth. He gripped her ass and spread her