Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
The feel of the cool water was heavenly and distracted her for a moment. He pulled the clip, restraining her super-long tresses. She groaned with relief and allowed him to tilt her head back into the spray to wet her hair. Moving as if he was used to taking care of someone, Argenis turned her away from him before grabbing her shampoo and smoothing some on. A light floral scent filled the air as he gently coaxed the cleanser all the way to the ends of her hair.
Pretending not to feel the brush of his fingers on her hips, Ciel breathed a sigh of combined disappointment and relief when he finished. Those magical digits scratched her scalp lightly. “You can keep doing that forever?”
“How about if I promise I’ll wash your hair from now on?” he suggested.
“Deal,” she agreed, as he tilted her head back into the water.
A few minutes later, she stood with conditioner in her hair as he squeezed a healthy amount of body wash into his hand. “I can wash myself.”
“Not anymore.”
She blinked at that statement. And he smoothed the silky cleanser over her skin. It felt so good to have the sweat and dirt of her struggle to make it home rinsed from her body. His hands didn’t linger, but washed her completely.
Scooting away when he reached her pussy, Ciel knew what he would find. She was absolutely slick with her arousal. She couldn’t help it. His touch, even on something as innocent as her shoulder or her face, did something to her inside.
He controlled her movements and slid his fingers into her wetness. “I would be very concerned if I didn’t find you aroused.”
“The mate bond,” she whispered.
“Our bond, Little Sky. I want you equally hard.” His hand left her pink folds to stroke over his hefty erection that she had tried to convince herself was an illusion. It wasn’t.
As if unable to stop himself, Argenis pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Her arousal exploded. Ciel wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he lifted her and carried her the short distance to press her against the tile at the side of the shower.
He ground his thick cock against her mound. Acting on instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Argenis settled into her slick folds, drawing a moan from each of them.
A loud knock on the outer door interrupted.
“Mom,” she whispered.
“She is taking care of you the best she can. She is also right. This isn’t the time and place for me to claim my mate. Even if she is a heaven-sent temptress.”
While Ciel celebrated his attraction to her, Argenis finished her shower quickly and rinsed the conditioner from her hair. When he’d bundled her in a towel with another one around her head, Argenis carried her back into the bedroom. She inhaled two hotdogs, and some roasted vegetables before refusing a third.
“Then it is time for bed, Ciel. Where is your nightie?”
“I just wear a T-shirt.”
“Little girls need pretty sleep things. We will rectify this,” he promised as he swept the covers to the bottom of the bed. “For now, a soft shirt and Silly will do.”
Ciel turned onto her tummy in the crisp sheets and pulled Silly close with one arm. Argenis settled behind her and towed her back a few inches until their bodies aligned. “Night,” she murmured, already half asleep.
“Sweet dreams, Little Sky.”
Chapter 5
He carried his mate over the threshold. A sense of rightness settled over him. Argenis could protect his mate anywhere, but having her in his lair satisfied the dragon inside him.
“This is your home?” she asked as soon as he’d set her feet on the beautiful wooden mosaic floor.
Watching her turn a slow circle around in the foyer to appreciate all the treasures he’d collected over the years elated him. “This is my public space. My dragon’s inner sanctum is much more protected.”
“There are things in there that need to be safeguarded more? Is that a Van Gogh?” Ciel asked, walking toward the large painting that dominated the space.
“He was a tortured soul, but shared my love for the moon. He overindulged regularly in absinthe.”
“Of course. That explains why you have a priceless painting in your foyer. Are you just rolling in money?”
“Are you asking to see my bank accounts?” he said with a smirk.
“No. I don’t want to see them,” she said, shaking her head quickly. “Wait. Are you like an art dealer? How did you know Van Gogh drank absinthe?”
“I sat next to him at a bar one afternoon. The bartender knew him well and enjoyed gossiping. I settled his bar tab in exchange for the picture.”
“You were at a bar with Van Gogh and paid his bill? How old are you?” she asked, looking so confused.
“I am as old as the mountains that surround Wyvern. Perhaps it’s time we talked, now that you have rested.”