Page 26 of D'Vaire or Nothing
With a shrug of one broad shoulder, Dravyn pulled his phone from his trousers. “I’ll text him to let him know our plans. But I’ll include Dra’Kaedan, Aleksander, and Rafe too. I’m a Duke, he can’t insist I stay here.”
“Yeah, let me know how that works out.”
Dravyn forced them to come to a standstill at the entrance of the sprawling garden so he could compose his text message. It would be nice to sleep under the stars, but Killian didn’t want to start a war with Brogan or ruin the Grand Duke’s weekend by making the man worry either. A few days in a hotel wouldn’t kill him or Dravyn.
When Killian’s phone beeped, he cursed and yanked his phone out.
“Why did you include me?” Killian asked as he read the lengthy text Dravyn had sent. No one could accuse his other half of skimping on details. Within seconds, there was a response from Rafe encouraging them to have a wonderful night at D’Vaire. Killian’s black brows flew up as Brogan sent the next message, begging them not to bring anyone else home with them without letting him know.
“Of course we aren’t bringing anyone else,” Dravyn muttered. “I can finally yell as loud as I want without worrying that someone will hear us making love outside.”
Killian released Dravyn’s hand to grab his arm. “Dray. We’ll be there by ourselves. Forget the bed. I want you in our garden.”
Dravyn’s smile was bashful but tender. “I was already thinking we should start there.”
Without hesitation, Killian tugged Dravyn into his arms and took his mouth in a searing kiss. Dravyn melted against him, and Killian was ready to leave the royal garden in the resort to romp in his own flora with his gorgeous dragon. That thought in mind, Killian summoned a wisp of magic and, with his lips still sealed to Dravyn’s, teleported them home.
They sank to their knees in the dirt, and Killian forgot anything existed except for Dravyn. As far as Killian was concerned, it was the best way to spend a weekend.
