Page 5 of Courting the Dragon Prince
But no doubt Warden Onyx is terrible in bed. Probably just sticks his dick in and thrusts. No skill. No finesse. No doubt he’ll be cold and unyielding.
It will be just like fucking a rock!
A laugh, which he tried and failed to smother, escaped Luther. Warden Onyx let out a slow breath, his eyes narrowing.
Applause broke out, and Luther looked around. The grand monk had stopped talking.
Fucking finally!
Luther turned to make his escape, but the monk spoke first. “Congratulations to you both.” The grand monk inclined his head. “You are truly an example to all.”
Suddenly an endless sea of rulers, princes, princesses, wardens, shadow lords and ladies, monks, diplomats, and dignitaries descended on them.
Luther fused his lips together. He could taste the vomit rising into the back of his mouth. He glanced around, swaying back and forth, looking for an escape. The room spun.
I need to get out of here. Now!
He took a step, and a large hand gripped his arm. Luther stared into the piercing dark eyes of Warden Onyx.
His betrothed lowered his head and muttered, “At least hold yourself together for a couple more minutes.” The warmth of his breath brushed Luther’s ear. “For the sake of the peace treaty!”
“Fuck you, you boulder-brained gravel licker,” Luther whispered.
The earth elemental’s nostrils flared. “This is important. This treaty is important. The war needs to end. How do you not understand that? How can you be so drunk at such a vital moment? How can you be such a self-centred embarrassment?”
Furious, Luther tried to tug his arm away. But Warden Onyx tightened his grip.
Luther bared his teeth. How dare this man treat him like this?
Luther was a dragon! A prince of Draconia! Maybe he should shift and burn him with dragonfire.
Then Luther’s father and stepmother approached. With all his strength, Luther tried to stand up straight. He did not wish to look a fool in front of his father. Warden Onyx released his grip on Luther’s arm.
“The announcement went smoothly enough,” King Alaric said before fixing his gaze on Luther, giving him a once-over.
“Yes. It went very well.” The queen consort smiled. “I’m sure you both will be very happy together.”
Luther almost laughed. But he didn’t dare under his father’s sharp gaze.
“Thank you, Your Majesties.” Warden Onyx bowed.
Luther inclined his head. He kept his mouth shut, desperate to stop himself from vomiting. His father would definitely not tolerate that.
With all his strength, Luther kept himself together as more people approached and congratulated them. He fought against the nausea, not wanting to prove Warden Onyx correct, that Luther was just a self-centred embarrassment.
But isn’t that exactly what you are?
An older man smiled at Luther. “I’m sure with you by my nephew’s side, he will make a wonderful grand warden one day,” the man who must be Warden Onyx’s uncle said. “And I have no doubt you will be an excellent consort.”
Luther blinked as the man’s words hit him.
Fuck!
Warden Onyx would one day be grand warden, ruler of the Grey Mountains. And if Luther was married to him, that would make him his consort. Of course, he should have realised that before now. But to be honest, he’d just been mourning being married to such an uptight arsehole who always stared at him with open hatred.
Luther couldn’t handle the responsibility of being a ruler’s consort! He could barely get through a single day and hold it together.
Then another realisation hit him. He’d have to move to the Grey Mountains, away from his family and home and into enemy territory where people would despise him, just like Warden Onyx.
