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mattered. Tielle St. Clare
    Dragon’s Kiss
    20
    “How long do I have?” The isolation in his voice startled even him. She glanced away. “It depends. Sometimes it’s months.”
    She was lying and doing a pitifully poor job of it. “How long?” he demanded. He had things to do before his death.
    The steel in her spine returned and she looked back at him. “Three weeks. About three weeks.”
    Kei nodded. He needed clothes. If they were outside of Memph, they were only half a day’s hard riding from the Castle.
    “Thank you for your care. I assume you nursed me back to health?”
    She nodded, a vague look of confusion marring her serene face.
    “I’ll make sure you’re compensated, of course.” He somehow knew that idea would piss her off. She hadn’t helped him out of the hope for money. But why had she? Any other woman would have run screaming from a man bitten by a dragon. The dragon’s reputation was well deserved. But he couldn’t think about any of that right now. He needed to get home. “Where are my clothes?”
    “Destroyed.”
    He spun around and stared at her. She’d gone too far.
    “You destroyed my clothes?!”
    “No, the dragon did that. I just took the tattered pieces off your body and burned them.” She planted her hands on her hips and the bodice of her gown gaped showing the sweet curve of her full breasts. She’d forgotten the tear he’d made. His palms itched to cup those soft mounds, hold them for his mouth. He licked his lips and stared, amazed at the urge to touch her.
    A sweet scent wafted toward him, luring him forward. Now that his mind was clear, it took him a moment to identify it. It was her, her pussy. She was sending him that delicious sun-warmed scent. He licked his lips, the taste of her cunt still on his mouth. An uncomfortable tightening permeated his groin. By the Gods, he was hard, and needed relief. Inside her body. He wanted her. He wanted to fuck her until he was dry and she ached with his pounding.
    The stern, disapproving glare in her eyes should have shut down his desires but all Kei could think about was turning her hard eyes soft, making her scream with pleasure, not disapproval. She looked cold, even frigid, but the memory of her response—her wetness as he fingered her, the sweet way she’d moaned as he’d slipped his tongue inside her—told a different story. She wasn’t cold. She’d burned him with her fire. He wanted to feel her pussy clinging to his cock as he pushed inside her. He shook his head to clear it of the image. The urge to take her stayed with him but he gathered the strength that had led him to the throne and focused on what he had to do.
    “I need clothes and I need my horse.”
    “No.”
    Kei stopped in mid-step across the cabin. Gone were the slightly reluctant tones of respect.
    Tielle St. Clare
    Dragon’s Kiss
    21
    “What?” He was raised as a warrior. Now, crowned a King. People didn’t say “no”
    to him. Not more than once.
    “You can’t go.”
    He folded his arms across his chest and kicked his lips up into a half-smile.
    “Darling, I appreciate the invitation, but as delectable as you are, I have things to do.”
    He’d never seen anyone bristle before. She seemed to swell before his eyes and the suppressed look of disdain was freed.
    “Your Majesty , while I might have endured your pawings while you were in the trance, trust me, it would give me no greater pleasure than to see you walking out my door.”
    He felt the edge of his lips pull up into a smile. She was a fierce little thing when she got riled.
    “Unfortunately, it’s a matter of life and death, and while I don’t particularly want you here, it’s not safe for you to return.”
    “Why?” he mocked. “Because they’ll kill me?” It didn’t matter. Death would follow. Better an honorable death than one as—he crushed the thought before it could form.
    “No. Because you’ll kill them.”

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    Lorran braced herself for his reaction. He