Page 25 of D'Vaire or Nothing
Killian glared. “I’m a druid. Dirt doesn’t stick to my feet. Which you already know.”
“Civilized people wear footwear when they leave the house.”
“Why would I want to be civilized?”
“You’re impossible; do you want to go to the garden again or not?” Dravyn demanded, the deep forest green of his gaze telling Killian that the dragon shifter wasn’t going to listen to another complaint about society’s unreasonable request that he wear shoes in public.
“Yeah, let’s go to the garden.”
Although Killian and Dravyn had been tasked with creating unique flora for the resort and included in the plans for laying out the garden, neither man tired of seeing the results of their labor. It’d taken months to craft delicate petals bearing the four different suits commonly found in card decks in North America. The process had proven far more difficult than Killian or Dravyn had expected, but they loved working together. And they thrived on tough projects.
“Did you enjoy your steak?” Killian asked as they cut through the casino to get to the center of the resort where the garden rested. Ellery had kept the final design a secret, and Killian was impressed by his efforts. It was one of the finest gardens he’d ever had the privilege to view, and thanks to Killian’s role as leader of the druids, he and Dravyn were often surrounded by flowers and plants.
“You asked me that in the restaurant.”
“You were too busy stuffing your face to answer the question, Dray.”
“Kind of answers your question though, if I’m enjoying it that thoroughly.”
“Use your words.”
“Why am I so turned on by prickly druids who hate shoes?”
“Oh please, I’m one of a kind and we both know it.”
Dravyn stopped their forward progress when he halted in his tracks to study Killian’s face. They’d been together for many years, but there remained moments when it was hard to read what was going on in Dravyn’s crafty mind.
“The lone neutral druid on the planet picked by Fate to rule his people with power so vast the gold flecks in his eyes glow faintly. Yep, you’re definitely unique.”
“I feel like I should point out here that it is my family that was picked by Fate, so if I were to have a child, they would also be a Dwyer.”
“Are you planning on having children, Killer?”
Killian grinned and kissed Dravyn’s cheek. “Imagine how cute it’d be to chase after a little one.”
“Considering that something as simple as wearing shoes is problematic for you, I’d probably wind up doing all the parenting.”
“You’d be great at it. There is nothing you love more than taking a little plant and nurturing it so it grows big and strong.”
“Do you understand how the whole parenting thing works? You can’t dump water on a kid’s head, stick them in the sunshine, and expect them to grow.”
“No? Then I’m probably not father material. You are though.”
“I’m not raising your kids for you. Mates are supposed to be equals. Partners. Not you telling me what to do and expecting me to handle all your shit.”
A vision of Dravyn the previous night with his muscular ass in the air on top of the dragonskin throw Killian loved to fuck his mate on flashed into his brain. Killian laid a hand on his belly as it flopped pleasantly with arousal.
“Sometimes you like it when I boss you around,” Killian murmured.
Dravyn’s dark gaze cut to Killian, and his mouth twisted as he figured out from Killian’s tone when the dragon shifter preferred to take orders. A heartbeat later, Dravyn smiled as pink suffused his cheeks, making his lovely freckles more prominent.
“That’s different.”
“And so fucking perfect.”
“I think we should sneak home as soon as we’re ready to go to bed so we can sleep outside,” Dravyn suggested.
“That stupid security system the gargoyles gave Brogan will alert him the second I teleport us to our deck.”
