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"What about them?"
He wrapped her legs around him, and she felt him beneath her swollen clit.
"Oh," she mumbled, cheeks flushed.
He pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. His lips brushed the side of her neck as he leaned into her. "Mhm."
Her eyes widened, finally realizing what had triggered him before.
Myra had touched his wings when she was unbuttoning his shirt. "Is that why…?"
"Yes," Laurince grumbled against her neck. "Apparently they are rather sens—" He gasped and snatched her hand away from his wing.
She snickered, unable to help it. "Sensitive?"
"Yes," he hissed out.
"I don’t really see the problem."
"Theproblemis that I am"—he sighed, a shudder raking through him—"still getting used to this new normal. And while I want to take you on that bed right now, I’m afraid I would either break the bed or…"
Myra leaned away, already suspecting what he was going to say next. "I trust you, Laurince."
He gave her a half-smile and brushed her sweat-soaked hair from her face, his touch gentle. "I know. But right now, I don’t trust myself. And when I take you to bed, I want to be fully in control."
Chapter 66
KALLIE
"This is a bad idea,"Ellie grumbled, shifting nervously on her feet in front of the stable.
Kallie held back a snort as Nyrri gave Ellie a side-eyed glance, as if the situation equally displeased the drakonis.
After Graeson and Kallie agreed they would go to Frenzia together, Ellie decided she would meet the Tetrian forces on the road. Should Graeson transform again, the others needed to know he was not a threat.
Now, however, it seemed Ellie was regretting the choice. The last time Ellie had flown—granted, involuntarily so—the warrior had gotten sick all over Graeson’s paw multiple times.
"The saddle has a buckle," Kallie pointed out. But based on the glare Ellie sent her way, the reminder wasn’t as helpful as Kallie thought.
"Do you remember what happened when she crashed with Graeson on her back? He nearly had a stick go through his back. The saddle will not protect me."
Nyrri released a disgruntled snort, sending a plume of debris flying into the air.
"It was barely even a scratch," Graeson said, waving the hay from his face. He pulled on the strap, tightening the saddle. He had borrowed thread from Menz to repair the ripped strap. While his stitching was a little rough around the edges, it would suffice. At least Kallie hoped.
Ellie lifted her chin. "Well, it would be my luck that if it were to happen to me, it would go all the way through."
"It’ll be quicker this way," Graeson reminded her. He scratched Nyrri behind her ears, earning a low purr. "Now that Nyrri is comfortable with a rider, she’ll be able to cut the distance in half. You can meet up with the troops and then meet us in Frenzia."
"That seems like a wasted trip, does it not?" Moris asked, standing beside a stall. When he had first entered and leaned against the door, the horse inside the stall had tried to nibble at his wings. Now, he leaned against a post with his wings tucked away from the curious horses.
Ellie shook her head. "My place is by Medenia. She will likely be leading the charge. My oath is to her. There is no other option."
"So mount up, Euralys."
Ellie groaned.
Kallie cocked her head to the side, observing the warrior whose pale face had grown a pinch green. "Are you afraid of heights, Ellie?"
