Dragon Ugly (Dragon New Year) by Selena Illyria Page B

and began to fix her tresses. “Yes, well, I still have work to do, so back in a bun it goes.”
    He chuckled. “Fine. But for dinner, your hair had better be down or there will be consequences.”
    She raised an eyebrow and turned her head to look at him. “Threats don’t work on me.” She knew she should have been put off by his demand, but the steady pulse in her vagina said otherwise.
    “Uh-huh, and yet I can smell your arousal.” To demonstrate, he inhaled deeply. “So sweet and musky. So much temptation. I bet your panties are damp. Let’s see if I can’t make you wetter.”
    He brushed his lips against the side of her throat, tracing a line of fire from her pulse point down to the neckline of her blouse. Brent nipped a bit of skin before sucking it into his mouth in strong tugs. Each pull shot straight to her pussy, echoing in her womb. She groaned. The room seemed too crowded with people and prying eyes. He flicked the throbbing spot and pulled away. “Nope, still not wet enough.”
    He moved his arm and placed his hand on her knee, just letting it sit there doing nothing, and yet his touch burned through her skirt. Seconds ticked by as the anticipation increased. Her clit pulsed, demanding something, anything to stop the slow ache. A whimper began to form in her throat; it took all her strength to not let it out.
    When the waiter returned with their orders, Brent didn’t remove his hand. He just nodded and slid his palm up her leg an inch or two. Smooth silk slipped along her skin, sending ripples through her sex. She squirmed in her seat and resisted the urging of her wolf to grab his hand and move it toward her pussy.
    Breathing deep and slow, she took inventory of what was going on in her body. Her inner temperature was climbing and her thoughts were becoming difficult to decipher as her whole being became centered on his touch.
    Brent slid his hand upward, stopping in the middle of her thigh, giving the thick muscle a squeeze. She found herself panting, small whimpers were slipping past her parted lips. Carissa reached out and grabbed her glass and took a sip to cover her reactions. He continued to flex his fingers around her silk-covered leg. The pressure was strong, but it didn’t cause any pain. She took another sip of water, thankful for the small ice cubes tinkling in the glass. Any source of coolness was a relief as the sweat droplets glided down her temple and along her jaw.
    It was embarrassing that she had become so sweaty when turned on, and yet Brent didn’t seem to mind one bit. He placed kisses along her jaw, nipping at her flesh every so often. She tried to remind herself that they were in public, but she couldn’t muster the energy to care.
    “Brent,” she whispered.
    “Hmm?” His hand moved up as he teased the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue.
    Carissa swallowed, as pinpricks of fire danced along her skin and shards of pain lanced her fingertips. The wolf rammed at its barrier, demanding out, as the passion began to ramp up.
    “Brent,” she tried again.
    “Spread your legs, sweetheart. Let me feel all that heat.” His voice was a low, sensual murmur that wove around her body and bent it to his will.
    She reached out to grab his wrist. “Brent, we’re in public. Our waiter could come back any minute now.” Now that she’d uttered that warning, she released his wrist and waited to see what he would do. They were going too fast. She had to catch her breath before she truly lost all control. Her wolf rippled to the surface; fur slid under her skin and sharp claws scratched gently against her insides, setting off mini fires. She wasn’t about to shift, but the wolf was pushing its own agenda and Carissa found it difficult to say no, especially when everything felt so damn good.
    Brent gave her a chuckle and placed his hand over her mound, cupping her groin with his fingers, digging into the well created by her now bunched-up skirt. His fingertips pressed against