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“Daxton!”
“Come for me,” he commanded. He gave her clit a slick, french kiss that ended insuction.
Heat erupted inside her as she felt a bolt of electricity strike her stomach and light up along her spine. Tingles. Flames. The orgasm hit her so viciously, so violently, that tears sprang from the edges of her eyes, leaking over the sides of her face and into her hair. Her entire body shook, as if experiencing a rapturous earthquake.
Through it all, even through her desperate scream, her dragon shifter watched her thrash as she came, her pussy clamping down hard around the staff.
His lips curled into a smile of triumphant male satisfaction.
There was something about the way he looked at her with so much adoration and pride.
She realized he could talk her into anything with more sweet gestures and a talented tongue like that.
She realized maybe she was in over her head.
She realized maybe, in a few days, she would be married and a queen.
And Bastille would rage war.
Chapter 41
“We are here, my king,” Conrad announced, waking Luna from her sleep.
She drowsily lifted her head from Daxton’s broad shoulder and glanced around the interior of the private jet. Bastille had not been kidding about the glamorous lifestyle of the dragon king. Bottles of champagne on ice, little TVs for every leather seat, all in aprivate jet—need she go on?
“Ready to see your castle, little one?” Daxton grinned at her.
Oh, shit. Her stomach turned, and her face drained of color. Correction: the color green made an appearance.
“Do not be nervous,” Daxton reassured her as he took her small hand in his large one. Compared to her, he really was a big man. “My parents will love you; my people will love you—and we will be married by the end of the week,” he promised.
She swallowed at the obvious heat in his golden eyes. His words from the day before slinked around in her head. “With my ring on your pretty finger, we will fuck for days, Neeuck. You will forget what it was like to not have me inside you. To not come every hour.” She fanned herself, the color red returning to her cheeks.
“You will meet my parents over lunch. Then, you will be prepared for the wedding announcement ceremony, where our people will meet their new future queen.”
She nibbled her lip. “This is moving very fast, Daxton.”
“You told me how many years you have spent running.” He cupped her round face, his thumb stroking over the skin there. “So many years unable to dream and aspire to something. You have survived and persevered. Your drive to protect yourself will translate to protecting others who need protection. My people will be lucky to have such a strong, formidable queen.”
More blushing. She looked over at Conrad from under her lashes and found him staring at her with a curious, perplexed expression on his face. Her blush deepened as she recalled when he had tried to save her at the cabin while she was tied up to a vibrator, and how she had begged him to let her orgasm before he helped her escape.Does Daxton know about that?
Thump, thump.
Luna sucked in a breath as her gaze fell to his jugular. To the pulse at his throat.Thump, thump. Dread consumed her as she realized she was hungry. For…blood. She cringed at herself and looked away.
The sudden lust for blood did not dissipate when she saw Daxton’s gaze skim over her dark red dress—one he had ordered for her online and had delivered hours later before they flew in the jet to his family’s castle. The low V-cut of the front revealed more cleavage than she was used to showing, and the king seemed particularly enamored with it.
Thump, thump.
She held her breath, trying not to smell the delectable man. The hunger made her throat sting.
Peering out of one of the port windows, she gulped.
Located in an area off the grid from regular civilization, the massive palace of white brick sat on a large cliff, overlooking the sea. The crashing waves and fog created a haunting mist over the bottom of the castle.
Didn’t know places like this existed in real life. And it could be herhome. Forever.
From a life on the run with shabby hotel rooms featuring leaky ceilings and yellowed walls to a castle as a queen? Her instincts whispered:Too good to be true. Meanwhile, her throat screamed:Thirsty.
