Page 37 of The Sapphire Dragon Prince
“I am sorry, my love,” he murmured as soothingly as he could while thrusting up into me. “A dragon’s egg needs a dragon’s cock to come out.”
I understood what he meant, and a moment later, the same amazing pleasure that had filled me when I’d had the breeding orgasm filled me again. I let it take me, relaxing into it and opening my body and heart for everything it meant. I cried out at the sensations that stole my breath, both pleasure and pain.
When I felt the entrance to my womb stretch wide enough to release the brand-new egg that had formed within me, I shouted in pain. But as it slipped down through as Azurus pulled out, I gasped in wonder. An egg. My egg. Mine and Azurus’s. It was coming.
I cried out again as the egg passed through my hole, then wept in wonder as I looked down at the small, beautiful, sapphire egg that now rested between me and Azurus. Fear that it was too small mingled with utter joy at welcoming a child of mine and Azurus’s into the world.
“It’s perfect,” Azurus said, helping me pick up the egg and cradle it in my arms. “You’re perfect.”
I had no words to express the emotions I felt as I cradled my egg for the first time. I knew from my brothers’ eggs that it would grow larger in time, but none of the facts I’d learned about eggs so far mattered. All that mattered was holding my baby against my chest as Azurus settled all three of us more comfortably against the pillows at the head of the bed and feeling its life. Between the egg and my bond with Azurus, it was as if the three of us were one entity, one happy, thriving entity.
“I didn’t think it was possible to be so happy,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
“And this is only the beginning,” Azurus said. “I swear to you, my love, that from this time forth, you and I and our family will be the happiest, safest, most beautiful family that ever existed, in this world or any other.”
I smiled at our egg then turned my head to beam at Azurus. “I believe you,” I said, leaning into him for a kiss.
The things that haunted me from my past would always be there, and I was certain we’d struggle with them in the future, but I wasn’t alone with those horrors now. I had so much love in my life. Everything would be alright.
Epilogue
Rumors began to swirl that King Freslik’s omega sons were missing. No one had seen so much as a glimpse of any of them in months. Where once the king had paraded his sons before his courtiers as if they would be prizes for those who supported his ambitions, now the court was surprisingly devoid of any omegas at all.
In fact, since rumors that a challenger to the throne had arisen on the western border of the kingdom, a Lord Osric, who was rumored to be the son of King Freslik’s younger, omega brother, people had begun whispering wilder and wilder theories about the missing omega princes.
Some said that King Freslik had killed them all because they’d dared to defy him at the harvest celebrations.
Some said the king had married them all off to noblemen from distant kingdoms as a way to secure their loyalty. As it was looking more and more likely that the king would have to fight a war against his nephew if he wanted to keep the throne, that rumor was believable. Freslik would need soldiers from neighboring armies to stand a chance of winning a war.
Still other rumors said that the omega princes had been kidnapped by dragons and whisked off to some magicalkingdom, but that was a ridiculous notion. Everyone knew there were no such thing as dragons.
Yet another rumor said that the omega princes were still in the castle, locked away in their bedchamber and kept like virtual prisoners.
“Part of me wishes more people believed that rumor to be true,” the youngest prince, Obi, sighed as he played chess in said bedchamber with his oldest brother, Rumi, in the middle of the afternoon on a chilly winter’s day. “Because that’s the one thatistrue.”
Rumi laughed and moved one of his pawns. “It’s not the only true rumor,” he said. “Tovey, Selle, Leo, and Misha really have been whisked off to a magical kingdom by dragons.”
“Sometimes I wish I’d gone with them,” Obi said, moving his rook. “Check.”
Rumi’s eyes went wide as he stared at the chessboard. He hadn’t seen that move coming. Then again, Obi might have been the youngest of the brothers, but he was incredibly clever, if somewhat impatient.
Rumi moved a piece to block the attack on his king, then said, “You’re welcome to go anytime you feel you need to. I won’t stop you.”
Obi shook his head and frowned at the board. “I’m not leaving you alone to deal with Father, especially when there’s a war coming.”
Rumi grinned. “You just want to stay because you know your fated mate is one of Father’s advisors and you’re dying to figure out which one it is.”
Obi blushed and pretended that wasn’t the reason at all. “That’s not it at all. I want to help Cousin Osric,” he said. “I want to fight in the war that is to come and help depose Father. It has nothing to do with who my fated mate might be and where he’s hiding.”
Rumi chuckled and was about to say something more to tease his brother when the rattling of the chains on their bedchamber door warned them that their father was about to barge in. He’d once been able to throw open their doors and invade their privacy without any warning at all, but in his haste to make his remaining sons believe he had all power over them, he’d inadvertently given them the means to know when he was coming for them.
Fortunately, they were merely playing chess and not doing anything that would cause their father to suspect they were anything but ignorant of their brothers’ whereabouts.
Once the chains and locks were removed, the doors banged open and King Freslik walked into the room with a look of pure hatred for his sons.
“Where is he?” he demanded. “Tell me where he is!”
Rumi and Obi looked up from their game and feigned surprise at the king’s interruption.
