Page 136 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I can’t risk delaying, no matter how delicious his lips are.
Reluctantly, I pull back, dropping my hands away from Daire’s wings. “How about we talk over breakfast?”
Daire folds his wings away, turning to drop in a ludicrously seductive sprawl on the stone floor, as if it’s a silk bed. “Whatever you want, love.”
I hurry to snatch the tray from outside the door and present it to Daire. I settle in front of him, cross-legged.
Daire leans over the tray, sniffing the food almost as if he’s working out what’s on it by smell alone.
Then his face lights up. “The bloody dragon kept his promise. Bread, cheese, and dates, as well as porridge. I’m eating like a king again.”
I puff out my chest, happy that I can feed my Alpha properly at last. “You don’t know how right you are.”
I slip a handful of squashed fruit from my pocket: raspberries, blackberries, and cherries.
Then I drop them into the porridge.
Daire scrunches up his nose, then arches his brow. “I smell stolen fruit.”
“Foraged, okay stolen, from the royal gardens.” I smirk.
“Stealing food for me is becoming a habit.”
“A hobby.”
“Obsession.” Daire swipes his elegant finger through the berries in the porridge, before sucking it with a moan. “Why does anything forbidden taste so much sweeter?”
When he swipes his finger through the porridge a second time, I grab it and then suck his finger into my mouth.
Daire’s pupils dilate, as I suck off the sweet mixture, then clean his finger with kitten licks.
“If you wanted to be handfed, my Omega, you only needed to ask.” Daire’s voice is low and delighted.
He strokes my hair back gently, before scooping more sweet porridge up for me.
At the same time, he grabs a cherry. “Oh, look. Aurelius’ cherry…”
He curls his tongue around it, suggestively, before biting into it with his sharp canines.
I laugh around his finger, nibbling it with my own fangs. Then I let his finger go with a kiss.
I watch Daire, satisfied, as he munches on a hunk of bread. He’s trying not to show me how hungry he is.
But I know.
I’ve been hungry myself enough to recognize it in someone else.
“In the Moon Court, if I disobeyed or made mistakes as an orphan kid, I would be punished by having meals taken away,” I say, quietly. Daire has gone very still. “Itbecame a dream of mine to own a farm on the other side of the forests with a vegetable patch, chickens for eggs and a cow for milk. Then I would be able to be peaceful and quiet, but most importantly, I’d be in control.Safe.I’d always have enough food and drink. And it’d be mine. Nobody could take it away because I’d been bad.”
“Your farm sounds perfect,” Daire replies. “I’d do anything to be able to give you that in the forests of the Unseelie Kingdom. I wish that I could show you the beauty of the Winter Court. The mountains, lakes, and forests in the winter. One day, maybe both our dreams will come true. For now, it’s special that we have someone we can tell about them, aye?”
I nod.
My stomach swirls with nerves, however, because I can’t dwell in dreams. I still need to talk to Daire about what’s been happening between Aurelius and me.
Daire and I have talked about Aurelius and his possible feelings for me, as well as mine for Aurelius.
What happened between Aurelius and me is different than I expected, however, and how to explain that?
