Just like Mynrial.
Fuck.
All my desire and arousal drained away instantly, shredded by that comparison.
Mynrial had been the reason I’d failed the royals. My desire for her had been the distraction which had caused her and her family to perish.
I could never let that happen again.
As much as Izzy might be perfect for me, I could never let my desire distract me. I had to focus on protecting her above all else. Because as much as Izzy might be perfect for me, she was also perfect for this nation. She had the power to rule yet possessed none of the prejudices which had torn the fae realm a part. She was what a queen should be, what the royal line had been and could be again… only better. A half-blood on the throne would mean a fundamental shift for Seial, but it would be a change which this broken realm desperately needed.
I quelled my feelings for her, focusing on being the man she needed me to be: a protector and guardian, nothing more.
Izzy’s wrath waned, and she realized she had an audience. She looked over at us and shook her head with a heavy sigh. What a pair Olinara and I must make, an over-lusty, nearly-naked nymph — who happened to be Izzy’s grandmother — and a completely naked dragon.
One glance at Olinara and Izzy rolled her eyes. When her gaze turned to me, it raked down my body. Her pupils dilated, her body giving a near-imperceptible shiver, as the bloom of arousal filled her scent of apples and cinnamon. She was aroused… by me?
I hadn’t thought I was her type, not if she liked Myel and Vyns and Rook.
But I couldn’t deny what my senses told me.
My cock twitched with hope, but I stilled it instantly, since that was a hope I couldn’t allow myself to have.
“Still naked?” she chided, hiding her stimulation. “Put some clothes on!”
“At once, Your Highness,” I said with a short bow.
“Upstairs, third room on the left, should be something that fits you,” Olinara said with a wave of her hand, dismissing me. “And take your time… I need to have a long chat with my long lost granddaughter.”
“Could youlooka bit morelikea grandmother?” Izzy said with scorn. “As opposed to a playboy bunny or porn star, young enough to be my little sister?”
“No, I cannot,” Olinara said as I fled upstairs. “Get used to it.”
I had to smile at that. The woman had an iron will… like Izzy.
I had a feeling the two of them were going to get along just fine… or tear each other’s throats out.
One of the two.
IZZY
I couldn’t quitereconcile the woman before me being my grandmother. As I’d said, she looked more like ayoungersibling with a body straight off a porn set. It seemed she liked showing off herin-bed-fooling-aroundbody — to quote my friend Tala — all the time. I should not be staring at my grandmother’s chest. Yet it was hard not to… when she made Dolly Parton look like a willowy waif of a woman. And it wasn’t just her porn star look which baffled me, but the whole vibe she gave off.
She came across like a wide-eyed, “innocent,” ingenue sex-kitten, not a respectable grandmotherly woman. Her practically see-through robe and faux-blasé attitude toward near-nudity was hella confident. I applauded any woman who could pull that off. But it was distracting as hell and not fit for a grandmother. The cognitive dissonance broke my brain.
“I don’t suppose you’d consider putting some clothes on too?” I said with a heavy sigh. It seemed like nothing was going right for me tonight.
“No,” she replied as she crossed the room to me, then turned to Safir. “Shoo, shifter, the adults need to talk.”
Safir nodded, bowed low, and left the room.
“I love how you shut him down, by the way,” Grandma purred. “Very dominating. Do you like to dominate? Is that your thing?”
“Does everything revolve around sex for you?”
“Pretty much, yes,” she said with a grin. Then her features hardened a little. “You’re right, though, it’s time I spoke to you as your grandmother, but I don’t think you’re going to like it?”
“Oh?” I didn’t much like how anything was going in my life right now, so…Lay it on me, Grandma.
