Happy Middle of the week to you guys. It's time to tease. As ever big thanks to Angelica Dawson, who makes the tease possible every week.
Hope you enjoy my tease today. Duncan has been left in charge of his wee god son... :-)
“There, there, now. What’s all that fuss about? Your mummy and daddy are a tad busy right now, so you’ll have to make do with your Uncle Duncan, I’m afraid, and Kerry. You’ll meet her in a minute. You’ll like her, I reckon.”
Little Maddock stopped sniffling when he lifted him up, and he fixed his green eyes firmly on Duncan’s as he kept talking to the little mite in low, hushed tones.
“So, what’s all that crying about, ma wee lad? Will yer be needing your nappy changed, I ken?” It seemed the most natural thing in the world to drop into his brogue around the wee fellow, and sure enough, closer inspection showed the need for a complete change of outfit.
Engrossed in his task, not helped by the wee lad growing impatient and starting to scream again, Duncan missed the arrival of Kerry until he turned around and saw her standing in the doorway. The tender expression on her face took his breath away, and dumbfounded, he wordlessly handed the red-faced infant over to her when she held her arms out.
Kerry grinned down on lil’ Maddock.
“My, you do have a good pair of lungs on you, don’t you? Made finding you easy, at least.”
She switched her attention to Duncan as she sat down in the rocking chair, which occupied a corner of the nursery, and having settled the rooting infant into the crook of her arm, she unscrewed the bottle lid. “Pass me that muslin over there, would you?”
Getting the hint, Duncan stepped up and draped the soft material over the baby’s chest. He tucked it under his chin as best he could with Maddock trying to attach himself to Kerry’s nipples through the flimsy barrier of her dress.
She giggled and shook her head at the bairn.
“Oh, little man, there’s nothing in there for you. Let’s try this instead, shall we?” She tried to get Maddock to take the bottle teat, but the screams only got louder.
“Oh, damn. He’s not gonna take that, is he?”
Duncan sat back on his haunches as Kerry shook her head and then, much to his surprise, laughed.
“I wouldn’t expect him to. Not many breastfed babies like taking bottles, and his being a dragon, I bet his instincts are even stronger. Unscrew that teat and pour some milk into the bottle lid for me, would you?”
Duncan frowned at her but did as he was told. He watched in fascination as Kerry sat the little guy up more and tied the muslin behind his neck. She took the bottle lid off him and, crooning softly to the baby, rested the soft edge of it on his bottom lip. She tipped the tiniest amount of milk into Maddock’s mouth. The wee one coughed, his eyes widened, and then he swallowed. Again and again she repeated the process until Maddock’s tongue came out and he lapped at the milk as it appeared.
“Well, I’ll be fu…er darned.” Duncan corrected himself at the last minute, and Kerry smiled up at him as she handed him the empty lid for a refill.
“Hurry up, please. We don’t want him screaming again.”
Cup refilled, Kerry resumed feeding the wee mite. While it was excruciatingly slow progress, his godson did eventually finish most of the contents before his eyes closed and his head lolled back in that little-drunk-sailor look only a well-fed baby could produce.
Kerry shifted the wee bairn until his head rested on her shoulder. It only took a few rubs on his back before he produced an almighty smoke-curling burp that made them both laugh, and she proceeded to rock him off to sleep.
“How did you know that would work?” Duncan asked.
Kerry rubbed her chin over the baby’s downy head and smiled.
“You pick up a thing or two in a doctor’s surgery. Besides, our local hospital feeding coordinator ran a fortnightly breastfeeding clinic at the surgery. I volunteered to cover the paperwork for her, and she used to teach mothers this method when babies wouldn’t take a bottle. It’s very effective as you can see.” She stopped rocking and glanced down on the now-fast-asleep baby. “Mind you, I’m not sure I dare move him.”
As if to prove her point, little Maddock woke up with a start, rooted around next to Kerry’s neck, and started sucking on his fist. Kerry pushed with her feet to get the chair rocking again, and she gave Duncan a grateful smile when he took over; one hand on the side of the chair did it for her. Slowly the baby drifted back off again, and Kerry breathed a sigh of relief.
“We might be stuck here now,” she said.
Duncan laughed, shifted his long frame on the floor, and continued to rock the precious cargo in the chair.
“With that view, I don’t mind at all.”
He winked at Kerry, and a soft giggle was his reward.
“Seriously, my sweet, I did not expect you to be such a natural. Dragon babies, in particular, can be difficult to handle.”
“Poppycock. Dragon or not—well, any species really, I expect—babies are much the same. They want love, milk, and to be held close. Meet those basic needs and you can’t go far wrong. Besides, smoke rings and fire notwithstanding, he’s adorable.”
Duncan laughed and shrugged.
“Aye, I dinnae count on his unpredictability when I decided to bring you here.” He sobered when she wrinkled up her little nose and simply looked at him.
“So, you didn’t intend to tell me about the whole dragon part then?”
Duncan reared back, and she swallowed nervously as flames surrounded him.
“Of course I did. Count yourself lucky you’re holding that baby, or I’d put you over my knee right now for assuming that I wouldn’t.” He paused at her sharp intake of breath and grinned. “I seem to recall I owe you a spanking already for your sass, so I dare say Miri will
not be the only one not sitting comfortably tomorrow.”
His amusement increased upon witnessing her reaction. While her brows drew together in a frown and she shook her head at him, she also squirmed on the chair and he could smell her arousal.
“Then again, that’s no doubt what my wee subbie needs. Tell your Sir how wet you’re getting at the mere thought of being draped over my knee while I spank that luscious ass.”
“I’m not…that is…” Kerry wisely stopped protesting when he quirked an eyebrow at her. Duncan stopped rocking the chair, tapped her feet, and when she obediently opened them, ran his hand slowly up her bare leg. Maddock stirred, and he resumed rocking the chair while inching ever closer to the wet heat between her legs. A gasp escaped his sweet Kerry when he reached the juncture of her thighs and swiped one long finger through her puffy labia.
“Well, what have we here?” He dropped his voice on purpose and was rewarded by a shuddery exhale when he flicked her clit, then withdrew his hand. His digits glistened with her juices. He made a big show of studying his fingers, and Kerry’s breathing grew labored.
He proceeded to lick her sweet musk off them, not once breaking eye contact with her.
“You’re not playing fair, Sir.” Her whispered protest made him laugh, and he shook his head.
“Of course I’m not. That’s half the fun of it all, after all.”
Fainting is a perfectly appropriate response to being confronted by a huge dragon—right?
While humans have been marked for and by the dragons for centuries, they do not know dragons exist. So, tattoo artist and dragon shifter Duncan Strannach faces a unique problem when he scents his very human mate.
Kerry Jo Watson cannot understand the insane attraction she feels to this muscle-bound, broody, and clearly dominant man. She came here to get a tattoo checked, not lust over the artist—or get a job as his receptionist. She’s determined to not get involved with the boss.
Duncan needs Kerry’s submission of her own free will, and it kills him to keep his distance. The “I turn into a fire-breathing dragon” revelation tends to wreak havoc on a relationship, not to mention the décor. In the end, it’s all rather simple. They’re dragon mates, and when Kerry accepts the dominance of her Sir, magic happens.
Available now at Bookstrand
Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.