Craved by the Dragon (Stonefire Dragons 8) - Page 36

Because it's been a long time and I'm not sure I'll do it right.

Her dragon snorted. You'll do fine.

Lorcan's voice prevented her from replying. "What's your dragon saying, Caity?"

"I'm not so sure I want to tell you."

Leaning his head back, she instantly missed the warmth of his forehead against hers. He said, "There are few things I'll demand of you, but I want there to be honesty between us. Even if I don't want to hear it, tell me."

She smiled. "Even if my dragon is saying you're the worst kisser of all time?"

"And that, my dear, is a lie. Clan leaders are fairly good at detecting them."

Her dragon huffed. Just tell him.

"Well, she thinks we should kiss one more time, just to make sure we do indeed suit."

Lorcan chuckled, the deep sound soothing Caitlin's nerves. "Does she, now?" He closed the distance between their lips and gave her a quick, rough kiss.

He pulled away far too soon. "That will have to do, Caity. Our children are waiting for us, and I imagine we all want to get their kiss over as soon as possible."

"Of course." Caitlin stepped back and smoothed her top and trousers.

The male stared at her for a few moments before he turned toward the door. "Come. Let's see if we can fix your son."

She didn't like the idea of "fixing" Killian, but didn't think it was worth arguing over.

Her beast sighed. You're going to have to learn how to voice your thoughts. He will want to hear them.

Maybe with time. Right now, I'm not going to risk Killian's chance.

As her dragon went quiet, Caitlin followed Lorcan out the door. It was time to see if her sacrifice would result in anything.

Not that being around Lorcan would be much of a sacrifice, if she were honest. She only hoped he wasn't charming her for a short while before he turned into a cruel male later on, once she was mated to him.

Chapter Eight

Brenna could've opted to stay back in the conference room and not watch the kiss. Instead, she stood just outside the prison cell containing Killian, Adrian Conroy, and a doctor with a syringe filled with a sedative, just in case the kiss with Georgiana started the frenzy.

Staying behind would've been cowardly. Not only that, she wouldn't know what happened until someone thought fit to tell her.

Her dragon spoke up. It wouldn't matter if you didn't care so much.

Wanting him healed shouldn't be a surprise.

No, I think you don’t want it to work.

Ignoring her beast, she glanced at Killian. But he had his back to her, shifting his feet as he waited for Georgiana's arrival.

For all she knew, this could be the last time she ever saw the dragon-less version of Killian O'Shea.

And a small, selfish part of her wanted to mourn that fact.

Footsteps echoed from the stone stairwell. Brenna glanced in their direction. Lorcan led the way, with a female not much older than Brenna behind him.

The female with blonde, curly hair nearly to her elbows approached, and only when she was close enough did Brenna note she had the same eyes as her father—one brown and one blue.

If anything, the different eye colors only enhanced her beauty. Brenna had always preferred to keep her hair short out of convenience, even if most males seemed to prefer long hair. Maybe Georgiana was more “old” Killian's type. And perhaps the pair of them might want to experience the frenzy after all.

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