Page 20 of An Accident Waiting to Dragon
The urgency in her voice cut through the pain and he opened his eyes to find hers wide with…anger? Fear maybe?
Did she think he’d hurt her the way he’d hurt Goran?
Fuck.
She shoved again, sending another shard of agony lancing down his arm. With a grunt, he grabbed both her wrists in his one good hand and pulled them above her head, pinning her in the sand. “Let’s get one thing straight, Gwen. I would never hurt you. Not if I could help it, but you’re hurting me right now.”
She went dead still beneath him. Her breasts pressed into him with every ragged breath she took as she stared back at him with wide, apologetic eyes.
His dragon pressed to get to her. To be released to curl protectively around her. He’d liked having her touching when they’d been in the sea, but this was more immediate, more urgent. Almost like his animal side didn’t trust him to keep her safe.
Asher pressed his lips together, casting his gaze over the delicate lines of her face. He clamped down on the urge to run a finger over the silken skin of her cheek. She’d hate that.
“Are you going to calm down now, so I can let you up?” he asked instead.
Wide eyes narrowed to a glare. “You’re touching my wing,” she said in a strained voice.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he scrambled off her as fast as he could without making it worse.
Gwen surged to her feet the second she was free, facing him with cheeks turning rosier by the second and shifting her weight from foot to foot.
Touching a pixie’s wings was extremely personal, and, for the pixie, pleasurable. If you did it right, it could even be orgasm inducing.
Was she fighting that sensation right now?
Did his touch make her…
His cock, already aroused by the sight of her wings and then having her under him that way, went hard as fucking dragon steel.
Quit that shit, Asher snarled at himself in his head. You should not be turned on by an involuntary response she can’t control.
But he couldn’t look away.
He stared at her, and she stared at him, though her gaze kept skittering away before returning.
Stop being an asshole. She wants nothing to do with you.
Her brows lowered as she glanced off to the right, only to glance back again, like she couldn’t decide what she wanted to do with him.
A thousand layers of blame and guilt surfaced, and he forced his gaze away, hands curling into fists at his sides. Once upon a time, watching all her emotions cross her features this way would have made him laugh or made him want to kiss her. She couldn’t hide her feelings to save her life.
Now, it only twisted the knife-like feeling in his chest even further.
They needed a moment. Maybe more than a moment.
Eating was a priority. So was finding water. Definitely finding a place to hide in case the storm came back, or, when night fell, the wraith returned. He glanced in the direction of the clouds in the distance. Whatever was after the egg was a determined motherfucker.
“I’m going to get us fish,” he tossed over his shoulder, his voice coming out a growl that was decidedly grumpy sounding. He didn’t mean it that way. No use explaining though. “Stay where I can see you.” Now he was issuing orders.
Maybe asshole had become his default setting, but no way in the seven hells was he letting Gwen was out of his sight.
Not when the storm could barrel down on them at any second. Not when the wraith was still out there searching. Not when the mere sight of her still filled him with need.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Asher
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