Free Wicked Dark Dragon (Dragon Heat) by Lolita Lopez Page B

the opposite wall. A stack of clean scrub uniforms, the type worn by nurses and doctors, sat atop the chair. There were toothbrushes and toiletries in a small box near the sink.
    The cell door slammed shut behind them. Tired of feeling exposed and vulnerable, Ivy scurried to the stack of clothing and found the smallest pants and top. Mad tugged them from her hands. “Let me.”
    She held still, lifting her arms and legs when necessary as he dressed her. When he was finished, he swept her up again and carried her to the pallet where he gently placed her. Mad picked up the free end of the chains attached to the wall. “I’m sorry, Ivy. I have to chain you.”
    She thrust out her wrists and allowed him to do what was necessary. “It’s okay.”
    “It’s not.” He didn’t bother with the clothes that had been left for him. Sliding down next to her on the pallet, he pressed on her shoulder until she was flat on her back before throwing one of his powerful legs over her thighs to pin her in place. His rough fingertips grazed her cheek. There was only the barest sliver of moonlight spilling into their cell but it was enough to allow her to see that his eyes were still totally dragon. “How do you feel?”
    “Fine,” she lied.
    His eyes narrowed to slits. “Don’t, Ivy. You’re hurting, aren’t you? Your skin is burning. You’re feeling hot all over.”
    She didn’t deny it. “Why are you asking all these strange questions?”
    “I told you that taking my seed would change you.” He brushed her damp hair from her eyes. “When my friend Stig finally gave in to his love for a mortal woman, their lovemaking awakened a side of her that she never knew existed. Cora has extremely diluted dragon blood, but all it took was a few days of mating and she will never be the same again.”
    Ivy swallowed hard. “What about you? How do you feel?”
    “I’m burning up for you.” He touched his scorching hot forehead to hers. “I can smell you and all I can think about is tasting you.” His thunder rumbled out of his throat. “I won’t hurt you.”
    She frowned at him. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
    “I won’t take advantage of you either.”
    “Like I did you?”
    With a sharp intake of breath, Mad lowered his face until their noses were almost touching. “You didn’t take advantage of me. I wanted it. I needed it.”
    Hearing the guilt in his voice made her feel bad. “Honestly, Mad, I wanted to…”
    “Put your mouth on me?” He filled in the words she couldn’t bring herself to say yet.
    “Yes.”
    He ran his thumb along her lower lip. “Did you enjoy it?”
    “Yes.” Nervously, she asked, “Did you?”
    “Hell yes!” He seemed surprised she would even ask the question. “I nearly came the moment your tongue touched my cock.”
    Her face flamed at the frank description. Still, she had to know. “So I was okay at it?”
    He seemed to sense that she needed reassurance. She didn’t have the courage to ask what she really wanted to know. Had he been comparing her to the hundreds of beautiful, skilled women he had shared his bed with during his many years of life? Was he thinking of how very lacking she was in any useful bedroom knowledge? Was he having second thoughts about all the patience required with a virgin mate?
    “You were perfect.” He must have been able to feel her uncertainty. He kissed her deeply, branding her lips with his own. His hand settled on her lower belly and rubbed slowly side to side. That enticing scent still clung to him.
    “You smell so good, Mad.”
    “It’s mating pheromones. You’re driving me crazy.” He nestled his nose in the curve of her throat. “I can smell how aroused you are.”
    She shivered as his gruff voice rumbled through her. His hand slipped under her top and caressed her bare skin. When he cupped her breast, she nearly passed out. “Madoc.”
    His hand went still. “Should I stop?”
    “I…” She didn’t know what to say.
    “Let me give