Dragon Betrayed (Immortal Dragons Book 0) by Ophelia Bell Page A

but the pet. She expected her pets to be ready to obey her commands, so shouldn’t she behave for him as she would want one of her own to behave for her?
    A pang of guilt shot through her at the thought of her pets who had been neglected ever since Nikhil had arrived. She should remedy that soon—perhaps share them with him on occasion—though she was loath to witness him with any other.
    When she made her way out onto the sunset-gilded balcony, she let out a soft gasp. Before her was laid a sumptuous feast with Nikhil standing across the table from her, backlit by the setting orange globe of the sun over the rippling waters of the sea on the horizon and the lush foliage of the Nile Delta on the opposite side. He gestured to the seat across from him.
    “Please eat, my little beast. You will need your strength for tonight.”
    Belah’s insides quivered and she nearly groaned in frustration. “You are intent on tormenting me for as long as possible, aren’t you? You must have figured out by now that it isn’t food I gain my strength from. At least, not where my true power is concerned.”
    Nikhil came around the table and pulled her chair out for her to sit. She obeyed, but the closeness of his large body and spicy scent made her grip the sides of her chair hard to suppress the urge to overpower him. Tonight she would let him command every aspect of their coupling. She had a feeling that given free rein, he wouldn’t disappoint her. At the back of her neck, the light brush of his fingertips startled her, until she realized he was unfastening the clasp of the heavy, gold collar that still weighed down her shoulders. It came away, leaving her suddenly weightless, and she let out a sigh of relief at the loss of that burden. He disappeared for a moment, then returned and bent his head to her ear.
    “Did you think of me at all today?” he asked, brushing his warm palms down her shoulders and arms to her hands, where he twined his coarse fingers between her more delicate ones. He squeezed, lifting her hands and placing them flat on the surface of the table in front of her. “Your eyes kept moving to the side of the room all day. It could have been the sun casting a glare, I suppose… Yet you never quite looked at me.”
    Belah’s nostrils flared at his closeness. She’d craved this for the entire day—craved his touch, his smell, and knew if she had dared to glance his way for very long, she would have called a halt to everything and ordered everyone out, then ordered him to fuck her on her throne. That wasn’t how this was supposed to work. She wanted him to give the orders where it concerned her pleasure, not the other way around.
    “I feared I would never look away again if I did,” she said.
    “Hmm, is that all you feared?” He ran his hands back up her arms and paused at the tops, letting his knuckles brush against the sides of her aching breasts with the scarab jewelry still tightly attached to each nipple.
    Her breath came out in soft pants and she tilted her head back against his shoulder before answering him.
    “I wanted to command them all to leave and order you to fuck me right there. I may have even ordered you to take me with the entire room still filled and let them all watch. They could all have seen what a magnificent man you are. Then all the men could have had a turn after you were done, just to understand what it’s like to be so privileged that you get to fuck a goddess every night.”
    His fingers made slow circles around the ornaments attached to her breasts. With each circuit closer, the scarabs grew heavier and her nipples throbbed painfully.
    “Every night?” he asked in a low voice. “Is that what you are offering? To be my toy every night? And what will I be to you?”
    He cupped her breasts in both large palms and jiggled the scarabs. Belah let out an involuntary whimper at the painful tug that so exquisitely sent fresh jolts of agony through her body.
    Catching her breath, she