Page 68 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I imagine Daire’s beautiful lavender eyes.
The snowflake warms, as if with pleasure.
My skin sparks.
I shake, hoping that Daire can pick up how desperately I wish that he was with me.
How much I need him.
The snowflake pulses again in answer.
I whine, working my fingers to my clit and circling in a way that makes me whimper.
“Why aren’t you up yet?” Aurelius’ cold voice demands from the doorway. “Stop biting yourself. On the Shadow Gods, are you feral? Do I not feed you enough honey and dates that you need to start gnawing your own wrist? Get up, you can eat, then serve me breakfast. Otherwise, I’ll be the one devouring…”
With difficulty, I swing my head to look at him with half-hooded eyes.
Aurelius is standing in the doorway with flaring nostrils.
He looks startled and confused, although he’s starting to shake.
His hair is mussed in a way that he normally only allows me to see, before he’s fully ready for the day. He’s wearing a leather tunic, which is lined with metallic thread, over tan leather breeches. The tunic is decorated in the middle with the Golden Dragon, which is the symbol of his rule. A crimson cloak hangs from his powerful shoulders.
“You’re in heat.” Aurelius chokes, holding his arm over his nose. His gaze drops to my hand, as my fingers slowly circle my clit. His ears redden. “I c-c-can’t…”
He turns and stumbles out of the room, tripping over his own feet.
I chuckle, before biting down harder on my arm again.
What? Have I upset hisvirginsensibilities?
That’s a joke.
I haven’t been able to find out whether Aurelius has a promised Omega. He appears to be as cold to everyone else as he is to me, although one Omega does flirt with him and waltz into his bedroom like she owns it and him: a pretty silver winged Omega, Liviana.
I’ve never seen Aurelius’ lips so much as twitch when he’s around Liviana, let alone smile genuinely like he does at me. He only smiles with his Golden Family and me.
With Liviana, he’s like a stiff, wooden doll.
Yet Aurelius is the fucking King. He must rut his way through half the court each month.
Still, fevered as I am, I drag the cover over myself to spare the uptight dragon.
That’ll teach him to knock, rather than barge into his servants’ rooms, even if he does own this entire palace, court,kingdom.
I sink down into the heat.
I’m being burned up from the inside. A fire has been lit in my core, and only an Alpha’s knot can put out the flames. I need Daire’s water magic to rain on me.
Daire…Alpha…
I whine.
When Daire’s clever tongue licks across the bond mark, I imagine that he’s tonguing across my clit instead. I mirror his tongue’s movement with my fingers, driving myself forward toward a sudden, shuddering, earth shattering orgasm.
I howl, biting hard enough on my arm that I come a second time from thepleasurepain.
“Yeah, she’s deep into her heat,” a gruff, female voice says from the doorway. “First heats are like this. Luc’s was so intense that I had to tie him to the bedposts to give myself a break from his biting and scratching. He was a fucking wild thing.”
