She stood toe to toe with William, aware that his height gave the man a distinct advantage. His close proximity sent tingles of awareness racing over her skin. "But we're not married."
"We soon will be." His hands settled around her waist.
She braced her hands against his arms to keep him from moving any closer. The heady scent of tart limes filled her mouth with wet desire, and her body swayed.
Swallowing the need gathering on her tongue, she quickly tried to think of a way to work her way out of the current situation. "I don't think you understand, William. I don't want to marry you."
His arrogant statement hit her in the gut. She had no recourse. The current laws of Scaup wouldn't protect her from his demands. After the last war, the government had granted men with dragon slayer ancestors any mate of their choosing, a prize for gaining the country its freedom. If he wanted her as his wife, she couldn't turn him down. But she might be able to get him to rethink his plans.
"Why do you want to marry me?"
"You're stalling." He tugged her closer. "You know I want you to bear my children." His mouth nibbled the side of her neck. "I plan on keeping you with child for the next five years."
Her blood ignited. Hot desire coursed through her veins. She struggled to keep her mind on the path of her argument and not on the lips teasing her ear. "How do you know I can get pregnant? I have red dragon blood. We simmer. We don't boil."
His hands drew her hips closer which forced his hard erection against her growing need. "I'll make you boil."