THE HALL vibrated with so much excitement, an effect of the games event during the day.
As the nobles and chiefs conversed amongst themselves while eating, Vaelora sat on the opposite end from Draekon, unable to stop stealing glances at him.
Draekon was quite aware of how disoriented she was, and could only milk his victory. He knew he was slowly achieving his aim.
It had taken him so much will power to not pin Vaelora against the floors of his dragon's lair, and take her then and there.
But then, this new conquest of his was beginning to interest him, much more than he was willing to admit.
He wanted to take his time. To provoke her, then torture her. To starve her, until she came begging for it.
To be satisfied with the thought that she wanted him, just as badly as he wanted her
