Page 112 of Courting the Dragon Prince
Meanwhile, he could trust his uncle and cousin to take care of the negotiations. And in three days’ time, he’d be helping his uncle deal with whatever issue had occurred in the Grey Mountains.
Until then, he just had to keep working on his relationship with Luther.
And that was no chore at all. Now that they’d stopped fighting, Onyx struggled to remember why he had hated Luther so much to begin with.
Now Onyx felt himself wanting to be around Luther constantly. He enjoyed talking to him, flying with him, laughing with him. Even just sitting and eating together felt surprisingly comfortable.
Could this be the stirrings of love?
Onyx stared down at his food. It seemed shocking that his feelings towards Luther could shift so drastically so quickly. But the very idea of being away from Luther tore at him.
“So when should we head off to the Grey Mountains?” Luther wiped his mouth and placed the napkin on the table. “I’ve got plans for after breakfast. But after that we are free.”
“We could go tonight, tomorrow, or the day after,” Onyx said. “There is no particular rush as long as we are there in three days’ time. I have already sent a message ahead to Limestone Castle, informing them we are coming and you will be in your dragon form.”
“What, you didn’t want them to think a dragon was attacking the castle?” Luther grinned.
Onyx laughed. “I thought it best to avoid that.” He placed his cutlery down and pushed his empty plate aside. “So what are our plans for today?”
Luther slid his hands across the table, reaching for Onyx. He pushed up the cuff of Onyx’s shirt, sliding his fingers beneath and touching skin. “I’d planned for us to go back to bed, where you can spend the rest of the day fucking me.”
Heat pooled low in Onyx’s gut. He made a point of not looking to the servants, who no doubt hadn’t even batted an eye at Luther’s words. After all, apparently, they’d been trained to ignore amorous discussions. And behaviour.
Onyx turned his palm up and threaded their fingers together. “Sounds perfect to me.” Onyx lifted Luther’s hands to his lips and kissed the backs of them.
Luther’s grin widened.
ChapterFifty
“Ihave to say I am a little disappointed,” Luther said.
They walked along the stone path through the mountains towards Limestone Castle.
Even though Limestone Castle was expecting the arrival of a dragon, Luther and Onyx had decided it was best to land in the mountains a short distance from the city walls, at least on Luther’s first visit.
From this distance, Luther could see Grey Mountains soldiers, armed and ready to fight, standing atop the fortifications. Thankfully, no one had shot an arrow or hurled stones at Luther. At least not yet, anyway.
Thick walls with battlements and towers built from a light-coloured limestone surrounded the city. The stones had aged and weathered with time. A water-filled moat surrounded the walls.
Onyx glanced at Luther, a slight frown marring his handsome face. “I know it does not quite match the grandeur of the Castle of the Dragons.”
“That’s not what I mean at all.” Luther slid his arm through Onyx’s, tugging him close.
Today Luther wore proper clothes rather than a robe and slippers. He’d had them in his pack, which Onyx had carried whilst riding on his back.
Luther didn’t say it aloud, but he wanted to make a good impression at Limestone Castle. After all, this would be his home. He didn’t think slippers and a robe would cut it.
I’m going to be the royal consort of this place one day.
His hand on Onyx’s arm tightened.
“Then what did you mean?” Onyx asked.
Luther tore his gaze from the fortifications and looked into Onyx’s still-frowning expression. Luther wanted to wipe that frown completely away. “Well, from the way you were going on and on about the pompousness of the Castle of the Dragons, I assumed Limestone Castle would just be a few uneven rocks stacked on top of each other in a circle.”
Onyx stared at him for a heartbeat. Then he laughed, the frown disappearing in an instant.
That’s better.
