“Yes. I agree. No fucking as dragons. I totally understand it,” he added as he unwound the cloth from her body and tossed it on the shirt. “Like prostitutes that won’t kiss their clients.”

“Are you calling me a whore?”

Smoothing his hands down her waist, he stopped. “No. Do you want me to? I’ve known a few She-dragons who like that sort of—”

“No. I don’t want you to.”

“Oh. All right. But what about dirty . . . and naughty?”

“Yeah, that’s all right.”

Grinning, he leaned in and kissed her neck. He stopped briefly so Brannie could get his shirt off, then he was back. Kissing her neck, her shoulder.

He inhaled her scent before moving down to her breasts. He sucked on one nipple, then the other.

Brannie’s hand pressed against the top of his head and he happily took the hint, dropping to his knees before her. He gripped the top of her chain mail leggings and pulled them down. She lifted each leg as he tugged them off. He removed her boots last before pressing his face against her pussy.

He took another breath in, slipping his hands around her hips and gripping her ass. He pulled her in close and began to kiss her stomach, making his way down . . .

The door abruptly opened and Zoya Kolesova walked in, shocking them both. But when she saw Aidan on his knees, her smile dropped.

“Oh. You have Aidan.”

He pulled back a bit, clearing his throat. “Um . . . do you need something, Zoya?”

“Well . . .” She glanced at Brannie, then Aidan, then back to Brannie. “You will not be long with him, yes? I can be next?”

Brannie’s entire body got stiff and her hand took firm hold of the hair at the back of his head. She clearly had no intention of letting him go—which he truly appreciated!

Between clenched teeth, Brannie snarled, “Get. Out.”

Zoya pointed an accusing finger. “You Southlanders do not know how to share with others!”

“Kachka!” Brannie bellowed.

“Zoya Kolesova!” Kachka yelled from her room across the hall. “Whatever you are doing—stop it!”

“Selfish She-dragon,” Zoya snapped before storming out and slamming the door behind her.

Stunned, Aidan looked up at Brannie and asked, “Does she really think I have no say in any of this?”

“Penis-havers have no say. Those are her words, by the way, and she’s said them . . . often.”

“Well, don’t let the fact that I’m on my knees confuse you, Captain,” Aidan teased. “I’m in complete control.”

She grinned and shoved him to his back. “That won’t be for long.”

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Keita knew the second she was no longer alone in the tiny pub bedroom. She opened her eyes and saw the human standing over her in the dark, a blade out.