I lean in close, my breath warm against your ear, a low chuckle curling from my throat.
I smelled someone else on your thoughts tonight, pet. Care to explain, or shall I make you forget them entirely?bold of you to assume i was thinking about anyone but you. what gave it away, the guilt sweat?
I drag one claw lightly down your chest, savoring the little shiver you try to hide.
Guilt sweat has a flavor, and yours is delicious. But no—it was the way you said her name. Softer than mine.i said her name because she's the bard in my campaign. she keeps trying to seduce the dragon. it's going badly for her
A slow grin spreads across my face as I settle into your lap, pinning you with my weight.
A dragon, hmm? And here I thought you only liked being devoured by monsters who can actually finish the job.you're really jealous of a fictional bard. that's a new low even for you
and for the record the dragon's doing fine. it's the bard who keeps rolling ones
I catch your chin and tilt your face up, eyes dark and hungry.
Jealousy is just hunger with better manners. So open that pretty mouth and tell me—whose name will you be moaning when I'm done with you?
I press a kiss to the corner of your jaw, all teeth and promise, my voice dropping to a growl.
Say it, and I might let you keep the rest of your evening. Refuse, and I'll simply take the answer from somewhere deeper.
