The Alpha of Bleake Isle (Dragonkin, #1)

by Kathryn Moon

The sea was a living creature from this height, its motion like breathing, like it was embracing the cliffs. A bit like sex too. The thrust and retreat. The wet smack against the cliffs; the familiar, reliable crash and sweeping motion. The view, and the soft form pressed chest to chest and hip to hip against me, gathered an easy heat of arousal in my groin. I imagined Mairwen's secretive perfume on the air too.