Blood of the Wolf by Brynn Paulin Page B

“You’ll pay for that.”
    “I hope so.” Her mouth watered as she watched him undress then put on Tawren’s clothing. Thankfully, the loose design had enough room to accommodate his larger frame. The boots fit perfectly. In the shadows, Lucan would look just like Tawren.
    As she finished changing, Lucan shifted to Dragon form. A spiral of flame burst from his mouth and he burned his clothing, leaving it in a pile of ashes beside the helpless Djinn. She watched mesmerized, seeing the way his scales glistened like muted emeralds beneath shiny coal. Both man and Dragon were beautiful in her eyes.
    “Don’t want to help his escape,” Lucan said as he looked down at the naked man. Meda used the knife she’d stolen to rip thick strips from the red gown. She handed them to Lucan who gagged Tawren then bound his wrists and ankles. Since the man’s hands were so dangerous, he tied extra strips over them and up his arms to the elbows.
    “That’s really gonna be stiff when he wakes,” Meda commented without remorse.
    “Let’s go,” Lucan said. He reached for her hand. She gasped when a streak of pleasure-pain sparked up her arm.
    He opened the door and peeked outside. Just as they exited, a band of people moved near the lighter end of the passage.
    “Is that the way we need to go?” she asked.
    He nodded. “This way. Tawren came from this direction. There must be something there.”
    As they went, the passage got darker and darker, and Meda grew more and more sure this was probably a bad idea until, there in the pitch black, Lucan dragged her into his arms and kissed her as if the very taste of her was all that could sustain him. Her lips parted, and his tongue slipped inside. Hungrily, he took her mouth with all the intensity he put into fucking her. Eagerly, she surrendered to his domination in that kiss.
    His fingers dug into her shoulders as he pressed her to the wall.
    “I could take you right here,” he rasped. “This need for you is stronger than my self-preservation.”
    She groaned, knowing that right now there was no way they could fulfill their desires. Her belly cramped with her overwhelming drive to have him. It hurt. It hurt so bad. If only he’d just take her.
    He brushed his lips over her temple. “But not stronger than my urge to protect you at all costs.”
    “Lucan,” she whimpered, her body protesting his pronouncement. She rubbed against him, wondering at the heated need that prickled in her pussy and tightened her nipples to painful nubs. Her breaths came out as choppy gasps as the desire clouded her mind.
    “I know, baby. I’m sorry. I’ll make it better as soon as I can.” His voice was tight, as if he suffered the same. He scooped her into his arms and ran further down the passage. He took twists and turns with such speed she knew he could see though she was blinded by the darkness. She pushed her face to his neck, breathing in his essence and kissing his exposed skin as he darted through the warren of passages. They passed through numerous caverns, the sound of their movement changing as they echoed in the open spaces. Each time, Lucan rushed into the next closed-in pathway, never lingering out in the open as he searched for a way out.
    After some time, he paused and swore under his breath.
    “What?” she asked.
    “There’s nothing here. Tawren must have transporated from somewhere else.”
    “Are we lost?” she asked, already knowing they were.
    “I don’t think even the Djinn could find us.”
    She took a shuddering breath. Even through her mindless desire, she knew she didn’t want to die, lost in a cave, even if it was with Lucan. “Do you have a plan?”
    Since her face was still to his neck, she felt him nod. “We wait,” he said.
    “Wait?” she asked incredulously. How could he be so calm?
    “Maks is up above. I’ll let him know the situation. He’ll contact Riven. He’s the one who helped me find you at the school. Riven is half Dragon and half Djinn.