Dragon Legacy Read Free Page B

mixture of uncertainty and arousal.
    “You’re wrong. I would choose Fleur over Megan every time.”
    Captivated, she watched Lukas' mouth drift towards her slightly parted lips. He gave her every chance to decline the invitation he offered. She didn’t. As his firm cool lips grazed hers, she rose up on her toes to meet him. His tongue traced her full bottom lip in a sensual caress. Fleur parted her own lips under his. He dipped into the warm recesses of her mouth. His gentle kiss aroused her. Lukas tasted and sipped at her lips. Fleur’s body flooded with heat. His lips continued their thorough exploration of her soft compliant mouth. She grabbed at the lapels of his jacket, pulled him in closer. She needed more.
    *
    Lukas sensed her urgency. He let his hands drift from her face to the sensuous curves of her buttocks and caressed their softness. He pulled Fleur almost roughly against him, plastered her to his hard body from chin to toes. Fleur murmured her approval and deepened the kiss. Her tongue tangled with his. Lukas' body hardened his erection rigid against the softness of her belly. His aroused state forced a belated reality check. If they continued, he would bury himself in her hotness here, against the wall. The inappropriateness of their surroundings permeated his sensual haze, a public corridor where anyone could interrupt them. He stopped and eased his mouth from hers. “Sweetheart, we have to stop. I don't like the prospect of an audience. Nor do I start things I can't finish.” He removed her arms from where they rested round his neck. Fleur groaned and pulled his mouth back to hers. He couldn't ignore his conscience. He lifted her tempting body away from his needy one. His shaft protested her absence as it strained against his jeans. Sex with sweet innocents didn't figure in his plans. He glanced at his watch. “We need to go and get ready. It’s less than an hour until the cocktail party at seven.”
    Fleur's gaze became panicked when she looked at her own watch. She opened her bag and searched for her room key. "I’ll never be ready in time.”
    Unable to stop himself, Lukas brushed a stray tendril of hair off her face. His shaft pressed against the buttons of his jeans as Fleur turned her enticing mouth towards his fingers. He bent his head and kissed her rosy, bruised lips. “You’ll be fine. I'll see you at seven?”
    “Yes,” Fleur smiled at him. She opened her door and waited at the threshold.
    Lukas made it easier for her. He turned away and walked towards his own room. Her door closed and creaked as if she leaned against the solid wooden panels. He relived their previous passionate moments. Megan Wilde lived inside her.
     
    Lukas turned the corner. Zane leaned against his door. Lukas focused and pushed the final remnants of passion away. He needed to discover what Zane knew about the demon.
    “What took you so long?”
    “I walked Fleur to her room.”
    “It took you long enough."
    Lukas saw the anxiety in Zane's expression. Did he doubt his commitment? He must control his emotions. He needed Zane's support.
    *
    Xavier walked into the wild garden closest to the hillside. Overgrown rose bushes and heather tangled together. They provided solitude unseen from the house. His body’s internal pressure rose unbearably. The need to return to his true form was so acute he could barely maintain his human appearance. He plunged into the undergrowth, losing skin and human shape. Unmasked, the demon surfaced. The urbane Italian disappeared.
    The demon’s head, deformed with sharp protrusions, barbed with lethal poison, didn't have any eyes. Instead, expressionless orbital cavities dominated its face and shone with bright magnesium-white light. The obscenely wide mouth, filled with sharp pointed teeth, was capable of ripping a human to pieces in mere seconds. The demon's body resembled a horrific serpent, its torso armor-plated with webbed bat-like wings attached. Covered in smooth slimy black