Dragonfury 01 - Fury of Fire

granted. But as he fit her to the curve of his body, she lost the will to resist along with her voice. He felt too good, not even the threat of future pain overrode her desire for closeness.
    He needed her. And she wanted to be needed.
    Shifting into a shoulder roll, Myst glanced over her shoulder. Sleepy green eyes met hers and…oh, man. Sexy, naked, sleep-rumpled man alert.
    “Hi.” Her voice came out on a husky whisper.
    “Hi back.” Bastian’s mouth curved up at the corners. God help her. The guy was dangerous when he smiled. “How do you feel?”
    “Umm…good. I’m good.” She dragged her focus from his lips and met his gaze. Hmm. His irises were the most incredible color: bright green, blue, and hazel flecks in a unique blend that was all Bastian.
    Releasing a long breath, his eyes drifted closed. He murmured low, speaking a language she’d never heard before. One that was beautifully rhythmic, and as the rolling R’s and long-drawn S’s filled the quiet, she realized he was praying. Or thanking someone.
    She shuffled sideways, turning in his arms until she faced him. Bad idea if she planned to escape, but her heart wasn’t much into getting free at the moment. And as she cupped his cheek, she didn’t care if she got burned in the end. Here and now? Yeah, that’s what mattered, and being with him like this felt too right to avoid.
    She traced the ridge of his cheekbone with her fingertips. “Hey…are you okay?”
    “Perfect.” His deep voice rumbled, and she shivered as he opened his eyes. His gaze shimmered in the low light, heating her up, making her want. With a soft growl, he kissed the center of her palm.
    Steady girl. Take it slow…breathe.
    She took the advice, breathed in then out. But her gaze drifted, wanting a sneak peek. And with the sheet down around his hips? Oh, boy, he was beautiful: smooth skin poured over ripped muscle and solid bone. Stroking her free hand over his shoulder, she leaned away just a little. She needed more, a better view of his chest and the taut six-pack below.
    Myst froze mid-look. She frowned. The skin around his ribcage was pink. Not raw exactly. More like scalded, as though someone had poured hot water on him and—
    “Oh. My. God.” Planting her hand on his shoulder, she pushed, applying pressure. He rolled onto his back. She came up onto her knees, eyes searching his chest and belly. God, there was a strip of pink skin running from his ribcage to the top of his thigh. He’d been burned. She remembered now, and the memory made her frantic as her gaze ran over him. “You were hurt. I came out of the clinic and…God…Rikar brought you in and—”
    “I’m all right, Myst.”
    She shook her head, stripping the sheet all the way off him. Bastian grabbed for her hands. She avoided his grasp, checking his thigh and knee. He winced, muscles flexing up hard when she touched his shin. “Your leg. It’s broken and…” On her knees, she forgot about being naked and straddled his uninjured thigh. Looking around, she scanned the recovery room. “Where’s my bag? I need to—”
    “Baby, look at me.” Propping himself on one elbow, he cupped her face with his free hand. His touch stopped her in mid-flight, keeping her planted in the middle of the bed. As he met her gaze, he stroked her cheek, soothing her. “The bone is knitting. The burns are almost gone. By tonight, I’ll be good as new.”
    “But…how?” Her brows drawn tight, she stared at him. “How is that possible? I saw you. Your injuries…oh, my God, Bastian. They were terrible.”
    “I’m half dragon, love. My kind heals fast.”
    The reminder of what he was should’ve sent her running. Or at the very least, backed her up a step. Crazy that it didn’t. But all she saw was the man and the way he treated her. With respect, affection, and passion. The fact he wasn’t entirely human was less important…a bit of an afterthought. Hardly worth her attention at all.
    And wow. Go team Myst. Way to think outside the box.
    “Are you sure?” Still worried, she examined his side again. “I think I should check you anyway. Just to make sure and—”
    “How about I make you come instead?”
    Myst blinked. Well, okay. That effectively shut her up. And got her thinking, because…holy crap. That was the best offer she’d had in years. She bit her bottom lip, a little unsure, but mostly? Loving the idea of making love to him.
    It had been so long. Eons since she’d allowed anyone to