Page 69 of Balthazar's Fire
He had attacked Balthazar just outside where they were sitting, and snatched the woman Balthazar was crazy about. Monroe was an ever-real threat.
“You’re safe,” he soothed, wishing he had ended the evil bastard when he’d had the chance, but that wasn’t Balthazar. He’d protect the people he loved, but wouldn’t kill unless it was absolutely necessary.
“I know.” Swallowing, she exhaled. “I just mean that any of your brothers could fly up here and see us.”
Balthazar didn’t think that was what she meant at all, but not wanting to ruin the mood, he didn’t press the matter.
“That’s true,” he replied. “But we each have a bedroom with privacy glass. How about I take you to mine, pet?”
Her gaze flitted to the door, and he noticed the moment her lips curled. “Yes please, sir.”
Ushering her from his lap, Balthazar stood before whisking her into his arms and carrying her to his bedroom. Placing her gently on her feet, he closed the door and added the lock just in case Draco chose to drop by. Turning to face her, he eyed her intently.
“Sir?” Cherie shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she waited for him to speak.
“Do you know the best time for me to fuck your ass?” He grinned at her bemused expression.
“No, sir.”
“I’ll tell you.” Unfastening his cuffs, he rolled one and then the other sleeve to his elbows. “It’s once your pussy is dripping wet for me.”
“Oh.” Cherie’s face bloomed with heat as his arms dropped to his sides and he paced toward her.
“Fortunately, I know lots of ways to achieve that glorious aim.”
“Yes.” She sounded breathless as he reached her, and was no doubt recalling some of those ways.
“And I love them all, pet,” he went on. “Spanking you is heavenly, and devouring your pussy is divine, but today I’m going to use a little help.”
Her brows knitted, but Balthazar noticed she didn’t query him.
“I’ve never brought a woman back here, but I always thought how lovely it would be if I could…” He walked to his closet and opened the door. “I prepared a goody bag of essentials for just this event.”
Reaching inside, he pulled open a drawer and found the items he wanted. Wandering back to Cherie, he showed her what he’d found.
“A vibrator, sir?” Her gaze flitted from the long plastic toy in his palm to his face.
“And ropes,” he prompted, lifting his hand so that she could get a better view. “But only the soft type. Nothing that will hurt your skin.”
“You’re tying me up again, sir?”
Balthazar couldn’t decide if the quiver in her voice was unease or excitement, but her dilating pupils assured him that whatever nerves Cherie felt weren’t dissuading her from the pursuit of pleasure. He realized she’d been bound in rope in Monroe’s basement, and he didn’t want there to be any similarity between the events. But she’d taken to his bondage before, and Cherie was only there with him because she chose to be, not because he’d forced her. Balthazar would make sure she relished every single second of her choice.
“I’m going to tie you up and make you come again.” His balls contracted at the heady idea. He couldn’t fucking wait. “And then we’re going to use all of your wonderful arousal to lubricate your ass, first for my fingers, and then for the rest of me.” He motioned down to his pants, wondering if she could imagine how turned on he already was. “But don’t worry. I have more lubricant if we need it.”
“Oh my God.” Her eyes fluttered closed. “Is this really happening, sir?”
Cherie was adorable. In the last few days she’d discovered that both he, and his brothers were dragon-shifters, and yet it had taken until this moment for her to vocalize any skepticism.
“This is real,” he told her. “If you want it.”
She flashed him a smile. “I want it, sir, I’m just a little scared.”
“Then let’s help you to relax.”
Throwing the toys onto the bed, he reached for her, his thumb tracing a slow line across her chin before he dove for a kiss. Yielding to his need, she mewled as she melted against him, passion swelling between them as their bodies collided.
“I won’t do anything to hurt you,” he whispered as his hand cradled her nape. “That’s not who I am.”