Page 20 of Courting the Dragon Prince
“Are you fucking him?” The words spilled from Onyx’s mouth before he could stop himself.
Fuck!Why had he said that?
A slow, satisfied smile spread across Prince Luther’s lips. Vaguely, Onyx realised it was the first time the prince had ever smiled at him. “Are you jealous? Is the big lump of rock upset to see me flirting with someone? Do you wish I flirted with you?”
Onyx’s cheeks heated. “I … I don’t give a flying fuck who you flirt with. I just wished you behaved with a shred of decency for once.”
“Is that what you want?” he asked, voice smooth. The prince’s smile grew wider as they danced. He tilted his head, studying Onyx.
“No.” Prince Luther shook his head. “I don’t buy that. Not for a second. I think you just wish I’d show you a little … less decency.” His hand gripping Onyx’s squeezed. He stroked his fingers over the back of Onyx’s hand.
His touch burned Onyx’s skin. Onyx’s breathing sped up. He fought the urge to jerk his hand away.
The prince stepped in closer, until their bodies almost pressed together. His hand slid from Onyx’s shoulder to the centre of his chest as they continued to whirl around the dance floor.
“What are you doing?” Onyx whispered. “This is not the correct hold for this dance!”
Prince Luther smirked, green eyes twinkling. He tilted his head back as he stared up at Onyx, eyes falling half-closed. His tongue darted out and swiped slowly over his upper lip, a teasing, seductive motion.
Onyx willed his body to not respond. The little shit was mocking him. Still, Onyx could feel the heat pooling in his gut.
Onyx had never wanted to punch someone in the face so much in his entire life.
That was what Onyx wanted to do. He definitely had no desire whatsoever to pull Prince Luther against him and kiss those soft, full lips. Blood rushed to Onyx’s dick.
No. He’d much rather spank the conceited prince. An image of the prince crying out, bare-arsed and bent over Onyx’s lap as Onyx rained blows onto Prince Luther’s pert arse cheeks flashed in his mind.
He stumbled. He righted himself.
“What was that?” Prince Luther’s eyes flicked over Onyx’s face.
“Nothing,” Onyx snarled.
“No. Not nothing.” Prince Luther smiled. “What were you just thinking of?” he pressed. “Did you picture something fun? Something with me!” He laughed.
“I said it was nothing,” Onyx said between clenched teeth. “Just learn to behave like a prince. Not some spoiled, self-centred brat. For once in your life, put duty above yourself.”
In a split second, the smile slipped from Prince Luther’s face. All teasing playfulness gone. “Fuck you, you stone-shitting cunt.”
The music stopped. The dance ended.
The dragon prince dropped his hand and stepped back and away from Onyx. They stared at each other. Applause sounded throughout the ballroom.
Onyx bowed, reminding himself that if he was going to scold Prince Luther and tell him to do his duty, then Onyx better do the same. But before he’d even straightened, Prince Luther strode away.
Onyx bit back a sigh. And they had the bloody couple’s quest in a week.
ChapterNine
Luther sat with his older siblings, Senta and Gerard, as well as their stepmother in one of the sitting rooms provided for them in the monastery.
“I hope I can get along with whoever Father decides I should marry,” Senta mused. She lifted her cup of tea to her lips and sipped.
They sat on brightly coloured cushions. The mid-morning light filtered in through the windows, creating shafts of sunlight on the vibrant patterned rugs on the floor.
“He plans to have his children marry someone from each of the different kingdoms, if you count Zephyrias and Voltaria as one kingdom, that is.” Gerard leaned forward and took a honey cake from the tray on the table before them. He took a bite.
Zephyrias and Voltaria were technically two kingdoms. But they’d been one once. Since they’d split, they’d warred and fought and invaded each other. Each ruler had tried to take the other’s throne on multiple occasions. But at present, the two kingdoms were at peace under one ruling couple.
