Dragon Knight-Commander (A Cullen Rutherford Shapeshifter Romance)

Chapter 8

I kept my shutters open so that with first light I was awake and ready to heal a dragon.

I saw him outside the stables. He wore tight leather leggings, thigh high boots, and a muscle top. Two things occurred to me simultaneously: today he had the same stylist as me. The second was that he looked damn fine. The leather stretched tight across his thick muscly thighs. His chest, honed by days spent fighting or training to fight, rippled under the tight top and his biceps bulged and writhed beneath the fabric while he spoke softly to Warrior Girl, stroking her neck. The sun was up but the mountains were always cold. He seemed oblivious to it.

I walked off the last step into the courtyard and he turned his attention from his horse to me. He strode towards me, a big open smile across his face and that combined with his boyband outfit made him look about ten years younger. He reached me but he didn't stop. He picked me up in a bear hug and twirled me around.

'Holy Maker! Kitten, you're so beautiful,' he said in a soft, low voice at my ear that shot a tingle of electricity right through my body. 

When he pulled back I saw his eyes had an odd glitter about them. In the morning light they looked less golden brown, more molten gold.

'You seem...better,' I said, startled by the compliment, any compliment about my looks, given that Darren had given up complimenting me after roughly our first year together. Plus there was the public display of affection. There was nobody else in the courtyard yet, but this was highly unusual.

He took my hand and pulled me behind him as he walked. 'I need to fly. We'll take your horse. You will ride it back alone,' he said.

'Righto.'

'Have you broken your fast?'

He stopped to hear my answer. His eyes scanned mine. I hadn't eaten breakfast but I wasn't hungry. I nodded.

'Kitten,' he growled and I jumped. 'You cannot lie to me. Wait here.'

'I'm not hungry,' I said but he stalked off and returned a few moments later with a small loaf of bread which he packed into the saddlebag. He helped me onto the horse then swung up behind me.

I held onto the front of the saddle but he placed an arm around me and pressed into me, adjusting me so he cradled me against his good side. He used that same arm to hold onto the saddle at the front so I was lodged in between his thighs with his fist up against where my legs met in the middle. I turned to protest, but he looked down at me with a soft, adoring expression and I lost all power of speech.

He twitched Warrior's reins and we galloped fast across the drawbridge. His other arm clamped around me. He held the reins slack and spread his fingers across my stomach.. He pulled her into a slow canter and when we rocked forwards my mound moved back and forth against his hand on the saddle.

I gasped when I felt him push closer into me and felt his hard erection rub against my bottom.

'Commander,' I said breathlessly. The combination of the motion of the horse and his hand felt like he was intimately caressing me between my legs.

He bent his head and rubbed his stubble along my cheek. 'You will call me Cullen from now on.'

'Cullen,' I said, trying not to pant. 

'Lie back, kitten and close your eyes.'

I was powerless to do anything else. My mind was concentrated on needing more pleasure. I placed one hand on his bicep, the other on his hard thigh and did as I was commanded. 'Cullen,' I said, my brain had turned to mush while my body seeked release on his hand.