I give him a cool look. “It is part of the task for you to work that out on your own.”
His mouth drops open, but I turn away, focusing my attention on Aurelion. “I wouldn’t crow too soon.”
True to form, he doesn’t look at all put out. “Oh, I assure you, Light of the Sun, you will love my demonstration.” His voice drops low, though it is still definitely loud enough for Noreth to hear. “I look forward to demonstrating to you all my husbandly skills. In time.”
I flush, taking a sip of iced tea to cover the way his words make me flustered. After our flight, his innuendo doesn’t sound so unappealing to me. In fact, I’ll admit to being just a little curious about what it might be like to bed a dragon.
Aurelion finishes the last of the food on his plate and stands. “Can you be ready in one hour? The winds are best before midday.”
Ah, so he’s planning another flight. My heart beats a little faster at the thought of going flying with him again, but I am a little disappointed he hasn’t thought of something more unique. After all, he took me flying only yesterday. Perhaps Noreth has a chance still, though his gift this morning says otherwise.
I give Aurelion a smile. “Yes, of course. Prince Noreth, you have until this evening to present me with your demonstration.”
“This evening!”
“What? Too difficult? Do you know nothing about me?”
He shifts uncomfortably then stands from the table. “Excuse me. You are right, I had better go and prepare.”
Pleased with my plan, I retire to my rooms to select an outfit with a long tunic and soft trousers. If I’m to fly today,I’ll be better prepared this time. Though a little voice suggests that wearing a skirt and getting to wrap my bare legs around Aurelion’s heated body would not be so bad.
In the end I settle for the trousers, telling myself not to be so cheap. Just because I’m angry with Noreth—or Kaelun?—does not mean I need to give Aurelion more excuses to take liberties.
Aurelion
As soon as I leave the dining hall I call over my servant who has been waiting at the doorway. “Ready the glider. And fetch Master Vahn. Tell him I need a word.”
I am eager to get underway because I’m feeling good about this new game Yalina has made. I love games. I always win. Usually through talent, but if not…
Well let’s just say I have a few hidden tricks.
I hurry to my rooms to get the second part of my treat for the solha. I have learned several things about her since arriving in Vathira. She seems soft on the surface, but beneath that veneer there is fire—fitting for a dragon’s mate. It is beautiful when it flares. Hot and dangerous and exciting. Dragons aren’t afraid of fire. We thrive in it. So when I first caught a glimpse of that side of her, it only made me want her more.
She rose to the challenge of flying with me perfectly, as I knew she would. Unafraid, reveling in the breeze through her hair and the dizzying heights as if she was born a dragon. The glider will replicate that, but she will fly on her own.
Something tells me she will like that even more.
It is a shame, since I would not complain about having her juicy thighs wrapped around me once again and her tits pressed against my back. Obviously I would prefer them pressed against my chest as I sink my cock into her slick cunt, but apparently I must wait to demonstrate those husbandly skills. She is not opposed to the thought. I can scent it on her, rich and heady whenever I lean close or whisper in her ear.
That is fine. I can wait. I will ripen her slowly with teasing words until she begs to have my cock in her.
She also has a sweet tooth. I myself prefer crispy, salty snacks, but I saw the way Yalina looked at that little box of treats Noreth brought her. It made me wish I’d thought of such a thing. Of course, I immediately sent two servants out to scour the city andprocure all the best treats, taste test them, and select the very best for the solha. I take the little red box from a chest in my room with a smile.
Just then, there is a knock at the door.
“Enter.”
The door opens and the tall dark-haired figure of Master Vahn enters. He glances behind him and hurries into the room, shutting the door behind him. “You wished to see me, Your Highness?”
“Yes. I’m disappointed in you. I thought we had an arrangement.”
The thin man tugs at the collar of his tunic. “Ah, the competition. I assure you I heard of it as you did. A failure, of course, but I hope you can understand. Shall I have someone sabotage the Emrakai prince’s demonstration?”
I snort. “Seems like he’s sabotaging himself, so let’s hold for now. I do want advanced notice of the second challenge though. And perhaps you could nudge her in the right direction on what to choose.”
His brow lifts. “And what might that be, Your Highness?”
I grin. There are many things I could outperform the bumbling Noreth on, I’m sure. “Surely she wants to know her future husband can defend her in battle. I think a duel would be appropriate.”
