~excerpt from Edge of Darkness, book #1 in the Dragons of San DeLain
Yes, dragons were possessive creatures. Sue him.
Connie’s hands tightened on Hudson’s hips, his fingers flexing. Sharp pricks of pain made Hudson smile against the firm skin he was sucking. Connie might have just ruined another pair of Hudson’s pants with his sharp claws, but he was fine with that. He loved the loss of control he caused in Connie.
Releasing the tender skin, he licked it for good measure. Was there anything sexier than a strong dragon baring his throat? Fuck if he knew. He withdrew his hand from Connie’s hair and lifted him up. Connie wrapped his legs around Hudson’s waist and peppered Hudson’s face with little biting kisses.
Striding across his office, he dropped Connie on the boardroom table. He wanted to be buried balls deep in Connie as fast as possible.
“Hurry up,” Connie called from where he was sprawled on the table. “Or I’ll start without you.”
He could fucking hear the teasing note in Connie’s voice. The damn sassy dragon probably would too. Yanking the lube out of the drawer, he rushed back.
He dropped it next to him and shoved Connie back onto the table. His hands went to the zipper of Connie’s dress pants and pulled it down. “Gonna make you scream.”
Was that a slight growl in his voice? Why yes, yes it was.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well now….” Connie arched his back so he could shove his pants and underwear over his hips. “Better get on with it, then.”
Hudson’s fangs dropped at the teasing challenge, and he bared them at Connie. All he got was a raised eyebrow. Connie truly wasn’t scared of the big, bad dragon king.
He worked off Connie’s shoes, tossing one then the over his shoulder. They landed with a thump somewhere behind him. Finding them would be a problem from later.
