Page 24 of Backstage at the Freak Show
His tongue swiped across mine in a slow, sensual kiss. I shivered with anticipation, knowing how much passion and intensity he was capable of. My tiger was holding back, waiting for the opportune moment to sink his teeth and claws into me.
As we drove through quaint villages and picturesque forests, Connor continued being a loudmouthed tourist in the row behind us. Next to him, Hunter was his usual quiet self while occasionally laughing at something Connor said. Raz barely spoke a word of English as he conversed with the driver up front. I bet he was happy to speak his mother tongue again, as he rarely got the opportunity back home.
And in the middle row, Arjun continued to tease me with hot, slow kisses on my lips, face, and occasionally, my neck. I tried to distract myself with the beautiful scenery, but my tiger knew exactly how to pull just enough of my attention back to him.
After a few hours of driving, the villages grew few and far between and the forest became denser and wilder. We pulled up to a grey-bricked home sprawling out through the trees and with one tower reaching at least four stories high.
"Aww, it's a mini castle!" I beamed at it out the window.
"Sort of," Raz grinned back at me from his seat. "This was a royal steward's summer home in the Middle Ages. He was a favorite of thevoivodeof Transylvania at the time."
"Dracula?" Connor asked excitedly.
"No," Raz barked back. “Vlad Dracul didn't have any favorites. He impaled people for fun."
The guys and our driver helped carry our luggage into the foyer. The ceilings were high and slanted with thick wooden beams. Intricate rugs covered the rustic hardwood floors and a fire roared in the massive stone fireplace.
Further back through a wide doorway, another smaller fire crackled in an open, brick oven. Cooks chatted in Romanian as dishes and cutlery clinked together. The smell of hearty meat and exotic spices made my mouth water.
"Buna ziua!"
I turned to find a young man, maybe sixteen years old, with dark hair and a shy smile approaching me.
"May I take your bags to your room?" he asked with a strong accent.
I quickly wracked my brain for the few Romanian words I knew.
"Da, multumesc!"
He bit back a laugh and I wondered how badly I screwed up that pronunciation.
As he whisked my bags away, I felt a squeeze around my waist and a hot mouth against my ear.
"It's so hot to hear you speak my language," Raz purred.
"I was just thinking the same thing about you," I turned to plant a quick kiss on him. "It's a beautiful language. I just wish I could say some of the words better."
"Ah, I'll have you fluent by the time we leave." He nuzzled me and kissed my temple. "The kitchen staff are preparing dinner for later. Hunter and I are thinking of shifting and exploring the forest a bit to stretch our legs. Will you be alright?"
"With Arjun and Connor?" I rolled my eyes. "How will I ever survive?"
"You have to survive," my dragon chuckled, wrapping his tattooed arms around me. "You're carrying our baby."
He pressed a deep kiss to my mouth, forcing my lips open. That split tongue against mine made my knees weak to the point of nearly collapsing against him.
The thought occurred to me that I mightnotsurvive all the sex and attention from my four husbands on our honeymoon. If I had to go home in a sexed-out coma, I was okay with that. As long as I woke up in time to meet our baby.
"Let's check out the room," Raz grinned slyly as he pulled away. "I think you'll be pleased."
There were elevators going up to the tower, but we opted for the narrow, winding staircase. Raz and I paused at every window on the way up, taking in the breathtaking view of the Romanian countryside. I swore this place was magical. It felt like I was in a fairytale.
The others were waiting for us in the honeymoon suite when we arrived. Connor had taken off his prosthetic legs and sprawled out on the massive four poster canopy bed that looked like it could fit all of us. A large bay window looked out over the wild forest. This room had its own massive fireplace, already lit and bringing warmth and coziness to the ancient stone walls.
It was the epitome of medieval romance. In one word, perfect.
"Look, babe." Connor scooted to the foot of the bed, where a bottle of champagne sat in a metal bucket of ice. "They got non-alcoholic champagne for you."
"Read the label,steluta," Raz urged me gently.
