Page 118 of The Dragon Warlord
“No, I’ll get us breakfast.”
He’s serious and therefore seriously worried. Sometimes alphas just are that way. “Yes, Alpha.”
I watch him slide his trousers on and then his boots. He doesn’t bother with a shirt or a jacket, but he does strap a sword over his back. I should probably remind him about the shirt—Alrik wouldn’t like that—but with the mood he’s in, I leave it.
I get it. He’s driven to care for me, and our new relations have probably heightened that.
He storms out on a mission. Unable to help myself, I get up, fetching one of Tristan’s robes to wrap around myself and tidy up. Fuck. I was so distracted yesterday that I didn’t get my stuff moved over here. Do I have time before he’s back? Probably.
I head next door and sort through my closet. I doubt I’ll need much for night clothes, so I make a pile of training trousers and shirts and add some of my nicer silk blouses as well. Hmmm, but he likes the door open because he gets hot at night. I’ll need warm stuff too and then cool for the morning when I’m running high on dragon heat …
I lose myself in the task, questioning myself and my needs, reminding myself my room is only next door if I should need something several times, and tossing that logical notion aside each time.
His scent shakes me from my thoughts, and I peer up at Tristan with his arms crossed over his wide chest, staring down at me. “What are you doing?”
“You said to move some of my clothes and heeeeyyy—”
He lifts me over his shoulder with a smack to my thinly clad bottom. “Stay where I leave you,” he says as he carries me back to his room.
I’m accosted with the scent of sausages and eggs, and my tummy rumbles again. He dumps me on the bed. His sword is back where it belongs—by the door—and there’s a single gorgeous dragon crystal flower in a small vase on the breakfast tray. Is that for me?
“I can’t decide which need is stronger, the need to spank you or feed you.”
“I’m sorry, Alpha. I’d intended to return before you did, but I wasn’t sure what to bring over here. Would you help me decide?”
He tilts his head, studying me. “Of course. We’ll do that after breakfast and then we have a meeting with the dragon lord so that I can be cleared for duty.”
I nod. “Have you decided?” He lifts a brow. “Spank me or feed me first.”
“Feed you and then I’m spanking you.”
A bubbly laugh bursts forth. “Yes, Alpha.”
* * *
Imake note that just because Tristan is often the spankee that doesn’t mean he can’t spank. And why shouldn’t he be able to do that? He’s strong. He’s got rhythm. He knows exactly how to leave an impression. My arse is fucking sore, but I like the heat. It’s like I’m carrying him with me.
After a short visit to see my father, Tristan is cleared for duty—for now—and we head straight to the field. These are our days. I love our days. If this was it for the next few thousand years, I would be content.
19
River
The Warlord wants us to exercise Markaytian decorum, the Markaytian decorum he knows, which is highly traditional. On one hand, it’s frustrating, but on the other, it’s exhilarating, finding secret places to make out, watching his resolve break bit by bit as we race around the tower utterly in love and horny.
I learn that he’s especially aroused after a long day of training. How we have any energy left after the long days, I don’t know, but we find it.
As soon as we’re through the portal and in the tower, he grabs my hand, dragging me off to a secluded corner. I’m ready, already leaking. He yanks my pants down and shoves his cock into me without fanfare, pressing my back into the wall, and holding me up under my right leg as I grip him with my left.
Pretty sure Alrik’s going to put him in chastity forever with how many times he’s come without permission, but he doesn’t seem to care and if he doesn’t, I don’t. Throwing my head back, I cry out, filled with all the exhilarating euphoria of being on his cock. It’s the world’s most magnificent cock and no one can tell me differently.
“People might hear you, honeycake,” he says.
“Let them.” Children aren’t permitted in these corridors.
He freezes. “Can I fuck you in front of a crowd?”
“I told you, whatever you want.”
