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  Her gaze trailed down his body, stopping at the thick bulge in his trousers. “I can no more control my reaction than you can yours,” she panted.

  "Then why do you think I can't please you?” His hands hit the metal snap that held her gown together. The light magnetic force gave easily under his touch.

  "Because I've been down this path before. Neither of my husbands could take me to the point of opening my womb."

  William couldn't believe she had been with such incompetent men. Yet, the records he'd seen showed both men had lower dragon blood levels than he and of lesser dragon type.

  "I have every intention of having you with child before the day is through."

  "And if not, then I'm free?” Amanda placed her hands over his when he touched the thin material covering her breasts. She wanted his promise. “I'll be free, right?"

  Chapter Two

  William held her gaze for a moment and registered the doubt buried in her soul about his ability to give her a child.

  "You will be pregnant, Red,” he assured her and parted the fabric of her gown. His gaze locked on the creamy swells of her breasts. The dark rose berries of her nipples puckered for his attention. His hands circled and cupped her lush flesh. Drawing them together, he nuzzled his chin between them. Turning one way then the other, he drew each one into his mouth to stroke, lick and suck. His thumb and forefinger toyed with the one not being serviced by his tongue.

  "William,” Amanda's breathy voice fluttered against his hair. “I can feel your hard penis against my thigh. Don't you want to be inside of me?"

  He lifted his head and gazed down into slumberous eyes, heavy with desire. “I think you're a little impatient for a woman who says she's not easily pleased.” His hand slid down the center of her body, brushing the curly hair circling her heat. “I'm in no hurry."

  "But if you removed your clothes then I could pleasure you while you pleasure me."

  The sultry tone of her voice had him wondering about her change of heart. What type of game was the lady playing?

  "Are you hoping that if I come sooner, I won't have time to find the combination to your womb's lock?” He slid a finger over the edge of her outer lip, teasing her again and again with the promise of pleasure.

  She gasped. “I thought you might enjoy my touch."

  For a moment, William hesitated at the suggestion, then stood and started to undress. He may have felt the pressure to marry so he could boost the declining number of dragon-blooded people. But who was he to argue if his future wife wanted to fondle him?

  The blazing fire in the fireplace warmed his back, while Amanda lay before him, watching him strip. He noted her green eyes widen when she saw the size of his penis. Her teeth bit into her full bottom lip before she ran a wicked tongue over the marks. Flames of desire danced over his flesh. The thought of those red succulent lips around his cock sent an urgent pulse raging through his body.

  She glanced up at him, her sea green eyes swimming with desire. A delicate hand took hold of the thick rod between his legs, and she stroked him. His body reacted to her heated touch. He breathed in a heavy gulp of air when her index finger and thumb circled the head of his engorged shaft and squeezed with just the right pressure.

  "I do know how to give a man pleasure,” she murmured. Her grip slid slowly down the length of his penis. A brush of her fingertips sent his testicles rocking.

  "Amm ... all ... gam.” The curse rumbled from his throat as he let her torture him, driving him closer and closer to the edge. Just when he was going to still her hands, her mouth slid over his cock. Fire shot through his balls.

  Her sweet dragon breath steamrolled over any hope of him staying her movements. His hips bucked forward, his hands cupped the back of her head. He wanted her mouth on him more than he wanted his next breath.

  Her lips surrounded his rod, and his eyes closed on a long moan of pleasure. Hot moist heat spiraled up through his balls. William adjusted his legs to keep his body erect while he endured the most agonizing arousal of his life.

  Opening his eyes, he let his vision travel down the length of her body. With only her shoulders and head turned toward him, her legs shifted against the rough fabric of the sheets as if the wet heat between them caused her pain.

  He laid his hand over her thigh, moving upward until he could stroke the flame. One finger tested the wet heat, then two. In and out, he continued to tease her while her mouth sucked and her hands stroked a need from his cock. He couldn't contain his desire much longer.

  His control slipped a notch.

  She gasped and gave him the opening he was looking for. He pulled out of her mouth and worked his way between her legs. His fingers found her sweet spot and rotated around her clit.

  She will surrender.

  "William...” She tugged at his hips to force him down on top of her.

  He shifted his weight. “What is it you want, Amanda?"

  Her hips bucked up off the bed, working back and forth against his hand. “You..."

  "Here?” His fingers applied a steady massaging pressure.

  "Yes ... now...” Her head rolled over her pillow, eyes closed, her face flushed. She was close to the edge.

  Taking his thick sex in hand, William heaved his body forward, penetrating deep into the tight walls of her vagina, enjoying the hot, wet sensations that greeted him.

  "Yes!” Amanda screamed. Her urgent movements drove him to the limit. She wrapped her legs around his hips, dragging him deeper into her heat.

  The muscles in her womb spasmed. His hips thrust forward, each stroke harder, longer, more demanding. She wiggled beneath him, her muscles clamping tighter. His body shook as if he were going to explode.

  Her next scream should signal the opening of her womb. He waited for the release, the brush of fire marking her body's acceptance of his sperm.

  Pumping harder, his body posed to empty, he couldn't hang on. With one final stroke into her, he collapsed on top of the soft cushion of her breasts. His release washed over him in mind-blowing waves, but his effort to get her pregnant had been in vain.

  * * * *

  The steady breathing beside her assured Amanda that William was asleep. His spicy scent lay heavy over her, like a perfume on her skin. He had tried, but as usual, it just wasn't to be. Her dragon senses told her no child had come from their lovemaking.

  She shifted away from him, managing to slide from his grasp and stand. The dark hair lying across his pillow looked as soft and silky as it felt. With his eyes closed, his face at peace, his handsome features called to the dragon lust in her blood.

  The logical side of her nature, however, knew he wouldn't keep his word about the two of them not being married, no matter what he'd said earlier. The rough jaw and sharp cut of his chin spoke of a stubborn streak that would bank no opposition. The dark ink on his bicep had a dragon raging with a fury. The man would be no different than his dragon art symbol.

  Amanda didn't have time to argue. She glanced at the time-shadows on the mantle. She was due at York's for dinner in less than four bongs. The trip to his ritzy hotel took three.

  She rushed for the closet, grabbed her clothes and slipped them on as she rushed down the stairs. Luckily, she hadn't brought in her luggage last night, so she could change when she got to Sin City.

  Her feet sped over the wood planks of the stairs. The pre-dragon era cabin let out a squeak when she touched one step, but she didn't avert her stride. Moving quickly to her grandmother's hand-woven rug, she hoped the cloth would silence her footfall. Her hand ran over the back of the red leather couch on her way to the kitchen. She paused by the metal table, wondering if she should pen William a note.

  Should she explain that she had some unfinished business?

  Would he understand?

  And did she want him knowing all the sordid details of her life? That her meeting with York would give her the answers to her first husband's untimely death.

  No.

  She didn't plan on
seeing William again.

  Better to let it go.

  * * * *

  "I know a woman like you has an appetite.” Nick York slid his hand slowly down Amanda's arm, exploring, teasing.

  His cocksure smile, slick black hair and wild hazel eyes that didn't light on any one object for more than a few moments repulsed her to the point of almost retching. With his tainted touch, he had her pinned against the glass wall of his suite, leaving no easy means of escape.

  "A burning hunger moistens your sex,” he drooled.

  Amanda had held such hope of gaining information she needed from York this evening. She'd dabbed perfume in secret places beneath her favorite skin-tight dress. She had even omitted her lacy underwear. Not that she planned on seducing the man, but she believed in using her assets to gain an advantage.

  When she'd arrived at his elegant suite, York had seemed almost handsome, possessing a charm she found strangely appealing. But as the evening progressed, he'd become increasingly obnoxious.

  "Only the right man will satisfy you.” York's gaze landed on the low cut V of her dress outlining her breasts. He licked his lips.

  Amanda wanted to punch the sinister man in the nuts. She'd endured about all she could of his vulgar remarks and sly fondling. Adjusting her stance, she waited for the chance to drive home a retaliating point.

  "If you were mine, I would have you tied to my bed and use you for multiple pleasures. I would live on the taste of your sweet juices.” With another brush of his hand he added, “I would never let you be without an escort."

  A sound caught Amanda's attention. She glanced over York's shoulder. William stood in the doorway. Air entered her lungs. She relaxed a moment before the heated effect of seeing him again hit her bloodstream.

  William's voice rang through the parlor. “That's why, even though I might be a little late, I came anyway."

  He strolled with irritating arrogance across the elegant suite. He didn't pause to look at the rich north-gauge rugs or the expensive jade statues of naked women from Kura. His course sent him directly to where they were standing.

  The view of the busy gambling city lay beyond the glass wall. People scrambled around like computer dots. The skyline lit by an array of multicolor lights proved Sin City didn't sleep.

  "I don't like my wife going off without me.” William slid his arm around her waist and maneuvered her away from York's sticky grasp.

  Amanda didn't voice her resistance about the untruth of William's statement. The man would free her from York.

  "William, old boy.” York gave his newest guest a sly grin. “I didn't think you could make it."

  She read the undercurrent of York's tension over the addition to the party.

  "Your beautiful wife has been entertaining me.” The slimy man spoke as if she'd done more than listen to an exposé on his past encounters with married women.

  Amanda shifted closer to William. “I'm thrilled you could make it, but I was just about to leave."

  "Oh, but it's early,” York argued. His eyes, now a dark brown, darted around the room and settled on her glass. “You haven't even finished your wine."

  A spark of satisfaction lit York's eyes. She raised the drink to her lips. A tingle of suspicion danced over Amanda's senses, but she dismissed the sensation as a symptom of William's nearness and downed the contents of her glass. She handed the goblet back to her host. “It's been a long day. I'm sure you'll understand my wanting to spend a few ticks alone with William before we retire.” She stepped away and walked to the suite's door, perpetuating William's lie with one of her own. “We've been married for such a short time, you understand?"

  "Yes.” York's voice didn't lower as he directed his words to William. “Your woman would make any man want to spend a lifetime plunging into her hot, wet..."

  Amanda didn't wait to hear more. She left the parlor to retrieve her wrap and poche from the other room.

  No point in getting into it now, not with freedom in sight.

  Both men waited by the large copper door when she reentered the room. She glanced at William and wrapped her shawl over her plunging neckline to prevent more of York's lewd remarks. Her poche hung from her shoulder. Reaching for the door's release mechanism, she focused her attention on William to get a take on his mood after her disappearance from her brother's cabin.

  "I do appreciate dinner, Mr. York,” Amanda opened the door and led the way out. “Maybe, we'll see each other again someday.” She smiled, hoping someday to see the man hanging from a thin wire with scorpions dancing at his feet, a standard execution for a criminal of his level.

  William followed her down the long hall. The heavy textured walls and muted lighting created a sensual atmosphere, making it seem as if they were headed to a shrouded rendezvous. The hotel had a reputation for being a place for secret lovers and clandestine affairs.

  As they neared the hotel lifts, Amanda waited for him to question her about her disappearance from the cabin. He remained stubbornly silent, even after they stepped aboard the lift.

  "My room's on the tenth floor,” she instructed when he glanced at the control panel.

  He mashed the button.

  The quick movement of the lift caused her head to spin in a dizzying circle. The mirrors lining the wall sent light spiraling through her brain. Disoriented, she reached for the object closest to her—William's thick bicep. Her hands wrapped around his arm, and her head fell to his shoulder. “I think York may have spiked my drink."

  "Easy.” William's breath whispered over her cheek even as his hands circled her waistline. Her body brushed against his. The spicy citrus concoction of his unique scent entered her senses, awakening her dragon lust for a man.

  But not any man. This man sent a ravenous longing burning through her breasts and to her stomach. Liquid flame seeped between her legs, alerting every nerve ending to her desires. He alone could feed the hunger burning in her soul.

  She couldn't stop herself from rubbing her breasts across the hard wall of his chest. Her hands wove their way around his neck. The stroke of her tongue found the beating pulse at the hollow of his throat. Heat pooled between her thighs. His hands slid to her hips and pressed her against his engorged sex. Fire ignited.

  "I'm so hot,” she whispered in a sultry voice she didn't recognize as her own. The tight fabric of her dress felt like a vice, squeezing the life force from her body. “I have to get out of this evening gown."

  Chapter Three

  Amanda shrugged off her wrap and started to remove the spaghetti straps from her shoulder.

  "Not here.” William scooped her up into his arms as soon as the lift stopped. His long stride ate up the path to her door. Amanda located her poche and found her keycard.

  Hitting the device, she unlocked the door, and it swung open. Her head swirled as he carried her into the room and kicked the door shut. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the warm glow of the sun rocks hidden in the ceiling. The arousal room, as she'd named it earlier when she'd changed clothes for dinner with York, was perfect for a seduction.

  Life-size pictures of nude couples covered the walls. Each pair held provocative poses as they enjoyed their mate.

  Amanda had often wondered about York's clientele.

  Her body heated at the idea of William positioning her into one of those erotic poses. Her hand slid over the smooth column of his neck, and he brushed his fingers through her hair. When he stopped in the middle of the room, she looked at the large round bed. Black silk sheets stretched over the surface like a sexy negligee. Red pillows dotted the top.

  He dropped her feet but held her aloft for an overlong moment before allowing her body to slide slowly down the front of his. The hard contour of his muscular frame, especially the thick bulge screaming from the crotch of his pants, aroused her more than she'd ever admit.

  "Here, let me take your wrap.” His hands tugged at the silky fabric, removing it from around her neck. Her poche hit the floor with a thump.

  The emerald
green straps of her gown slid off her shoulders and down her arms. Cool, fresh air bathed her breasts, and she breathed in a sigh of relief as the heavy constriction of the fabric released its hold on her senses. Now her body could absorb the true feel of William.

  Wiggling out of the clingy material, she shoved the dress down her hips, letting the cumbersome thing pool at her feet. William's dark eyes, full of lust, followed her strip tease. His hot gaze raked over each sensitive spot of her body, setting a wildfire of need dancing over her skin. She bit her lips to keep from moaning.

  Finally free of her clothes, Amanda slid her hand over the release of William's suit. With one quick flick of her wrist, the metal strip that ran down the front of his suit demagnetized. The cloth, stretched across the wide expanse of his chest, retreated. He shrugged out of his coat and shirt. Black and white silk fell from his body, and his pants bunched around his ankles.

  Amanda drank in the tall, lean vision he presented. A beautiful wide chest was covered with dark crisp hair that narrowed over his flat rippled stomach and dove toward the small patch of material cupping his thick erection.

  Unable to stop herself, Amanda slid a fingertip down his chest to free his captive rod. As William struggled to step out of the rest of his clothing, she wrapped her fingers firmly around his large male member. The size excited her senses. She already knew the pleasure it could give.

  Working up the length of his penis, down to the round smooth head, she glided back and forth, steadily moving him through her hands. His cock pulsed against her palm in response to her caress. She wanted to build a hunger in him as strong as her own, a hunger that wouldn't let him think, wouldn't let him control, one that would only drive him to give.

  "Amanda, you're killing me.” William took her wrists and put her hands on his shoulders. “I want to give you some attention."

  Then he captured her mouth, enslaving her lips until they parted, obeying the powerful stroke of his tongue. With each penetration she discovered a tangy new flavor to his moist, slick mouth.

  His hands cupped her butt cheeks, squeezed and then lifted her onto the bed.