Page 54 of Cursed with the Dragon Prince

Sword in my hand, Drakon and I fly toward the dormant volcano that houses our apartment. With Scorpia’s return, it’s decided. There’s something I’m ready to tell him.

Drakon

We linger in our private hot pool, the sword now stored on the ledge behind the waterfall. The falling water will scald a regular fae, and we’re satisfied that this location will guard Wisp from her self-contempt and deter any thieves.

Our thermae is smaller than the communal one, the single waterfall pouring hot water into this pool before it spews out, forming a stream through the apartment that tumbles over the balcony, misting as it falls into the sea.

When I was a child, I lived in these apartments, but they were colder then. Warmth and kindness follow in Reina’s wake, and she fills the space with furs and art, accumulating quite the collection from the isles beyond. She’s eclectic and clever, thoughtful in the arrangement as she makes our home our own.

She floats upon the mineral water, her exposed breasts brushing the surface, as I watch, my back against the wall. I admire her, how she’s grown more beautiful and confident with every passing year. My gaze traces her body, urging my fingers to do the same.

No longer able to resist, I swim closer, pulling her body against mine, my engorged cock pressing against her back. Responsive, she moans, wiggling her butt against my thighs and laying her neck upon my shoulder.

I kiss her cheek. “Weshouldgo to dinner.”

“We should,” she agrees. “But first…”

Pointedly, she faces me, spreading her legs to straddle me, and my hips rock as I grind against her. She rubs herself against my swollen member, running her hands down my chest, my pelvic bone, until she’s stroking me with her hands. I gasp under her touch, nibble at her ear, and whisper, “I will undo you.”

Wrapping my hands under her butt, I pick her up and set her upon the ledge as I splay her thighs wide. My fingers wander higher until I’m pressing her folds open, and leaning forward, I take her with my tongue. Through the years, I’ve never tired of her taste. I prod her apex, flicking her nub with my tongue.

She leans back on her hands, squirming and writhing to the point that I must pin her in place, deeply kissing her swollen slit.

When she comes, it’s a struggle to keep my focus upon her, my ears filled by the sound of her pleasure.

And when it’s over… I keep going.

“That’s enough,” she gasps, breathily pushing my shoulders away.

Rising upward to face her, I lick her belly as I go, pausing only to thump my tongue against her nipple. “Are you sure?”

“N-no.” Her lips part, her eyes hooding. She’s half-sated, half-roused. Still wet. “But there’s something I want to tell you.”

I cock my head, curious.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

My lips part. When her womb did not wake during our first years together, despite ravenous lovemaking, we both assumed it might never happen. Gaze homing on her belly, I slide my hand across her flat womb.

“It’s still early…”

I kiss her there too.

“I’m afraid.”

Looking up, I see her scrunched face, and I rise again, kissing the tears from her cheeks. “Fear is normal. And I have mine too, what if…”

“What if they inherit your rush?” she asks.

I nod.

“If they inherit the dragon’s rush, then their father will show them how to manage. I know it.”

I stumble over the word, testing it out. “Father.”

She points to her chest. “And me… a mother.” She chuckles.

“What fine parents we will be,” I growl, and with a grin, I wrap her in my arms and shift.

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