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improving as she returned his gaze through narrowed eyes.
    “I may not be a full-blooded dragon but I know how this goes. You want me, you have to fight me. Understand this, I will not go down easy.” Synda panted.
    Laughter rippled through him a rusty sound that erupted past his lips. “You have been taught well our ways, slaa dast , but your education regarding our mating rituals is lacking. I don’t have to fight you, why would I hurt a woman I want? No mahtyeh . Mate, I only have to make you want to submit to me.”
    She snickered. “Yeah, good luck with that.”
    “Ahh, but my Synda, the battle is already won.”
    “How the hell do you know my name?”
    Kirill rose to his feet, his chest rising above the small chasm, he ran at her as he unfurled his wings. Caught off guard, her eyes widened as he snatched her up when his wings, caught an air stream, and lifted them from the hole. He looked down at her and the perfect “O” her mouth formed. He pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue along her teeth. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder and the scent of jasmine became overpowering. She tilted her head, giving him better access to the kiss and they tangled their tongues in a bout of superiority. Kirill locked his arm around her waist and willed his body to heat a few more degrees, trying to force warmth through her clothes.
    Her hands moved across his shoulders and he felt his cock harden and bob, seeking the comfort of her body. The hairs tugged at the back of his head, her fingers scraping his scalp. He wrapped his tongue around hers to coax it into his mouth.
    She bit down. Surprised, he dipped low and dropped her.
    * * * *
    Synda’s body was jolted by the cold that seeped into her back. For a few long moments she’d been so warm. She opened her eyes and looked into the sky watching a half man, half dragon circle her. Her hands and feet sank into the deep drift as she worked her way to an upright position. She wiped away a few flakes from her eyes and shook her head. At least now she knew why she was taken.
    She wasn’t quite sure how, but the dragon above her got a hold of her scent and now he wanted to mate her. It was times like these when she wished she’d had a mother because her father had been sorely reticent in his explanations for mating rituals. Worse, for a while she had wanted to respond to him and lose herself to his body and warmth. She wrapped her arms around her body as she tried to keep a little heat close to her core. Synda stood and flailed her arms to keep from falling over. If she got out of this situation, she would find her daddy and make him explain all the fucking nuances of dragon customs.
    The hiss of steam made her turn her head. She pursed her lips. Her current problem stood a few feet away glowering at her with his arms crossed over a smooth, broad, muscular chest. She let her gaze drift south and bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling. Her kidnapper was definitely sexy. Washboard muscles, lean hips and streamline thighs, she averted her eyes to keep from staring at his cock.
    As if reading her mind, he laughed. Now that she knew what he wanted, maybe she could talk her way out of the situation. She peeked at him once more from beneath her lids before turning her head and asked herself. Did she really want to? What the hell? Of course she did.
    She rubbed her arms and would have stomped her feet if she was sure she wouldn’t topple over. “Listen, you know my name but what’s yours?”
    He stood still, watching her every move.
    Synda tried again. “At least tell me your name. Please?
    The one-sided smile on his lips was disarming, taking him from handsome to outright gorgeous. “I am Kirill.” His accent had lightened. “You are freezing. At least allow me to warm you. Please .”
    She fought the urge to move toward him. If she gave even a little, he would take it as a weakness. Her clothes were frozen and clung to her skin. A yearning deep inside screamed to run