“I don’t believe you’ve finished bathing me, my wicked fae lord,” she said with a sly twist to her voice. She lifted the soap and placed it on my palm.
“You’re right. Turn and lie on my chest once more.”
“Not quite yet.” She frowned, and her face scrunched in a cute way.
My clothing disappeared, and I could tell we were both surprised she could use her magic in this way. She’d soon wreak havoc, but when the sun rose at dawn, the splendor left behind would stun the Nullen and fae worlds combined.
I couldn’t wait to see it.
I prayed to the fates I’d be with her to see it.
“Get washing,” she said pertly, wiggling around to face away from me, lounging across my chest.
My poor cock couldn’t handle this, but I’d find a way.
Smiling hard enough to make my face ache, I lathered my hands again and washed her breasts, giving her ripe nipples extra care. I wouldn’t want them to feel neglected, now would I?
Her lips parted with a heavy sigh, and her raspy breaths crafted mini daredevils with the steam rising off the water.
Because I could tell it pained her, I gently massaged her left thigh. She groaned and shifted as I worked out the soreness.
“So much skill,” she whispered.
She melted against me, and despite our location, there was no place I’d rather be than here, in this tub, holding my fury.
“What were we talking about?” she asked. “I forgot. Oh, yes.”I guess I should confess about Madrood.
They say it makes you feel better.
I’ve been singing poems to him while I work with him. There’s one in particular . . .I felt her frown.I think he likes it. And I’ve been showing him my usual kind self. He protected me because he likes me.
My fingers paused on her thigh. There was my storm, dropping a stunning blow into a simple statement.Tell me more about the poem you’re singing to the hellscape-fostered dragon.
I can’t remember where I heard it, and I suppose it doesn’t matter, she said.
Recite it for me.
A long pause followed.Funny, but I can’t remember it now. I guess it was for him alone.I’ve been a dragon trainer for most of my life. There’s no such thing as bonding with dragons or I would’ve discovered it by now.
My body turned rock solid.Where did you hear about bonding with dragons?I was here to help her relax. To make her see how special she was. To give her this moment of joy. But this. This!Start at the beginning. Tell me everything.
It was just a silly song. Nothing else.
“Where did you hear about bonds?” I barked in her ear.
“No need to get snarly.”
“Tempest.” My fingertips teased along her sides. “Tell me.”
“I like it when you do that, though it’s highly distracting when it seems you want me to get to the point. Hold your dragons. I’m getting there.”Reyla kind of borrowed a book from the fae estate prior to the Claiming.
What book?Again, there was more at play here. When I knew she was the one, I changed everyone’s course. I laid the game pieces carefully. But, as with any game, some slipped onto the board when I wasn’t looking. Did someone think they could playme?
The book’s on the table in our sitting area. Ember’s Shadow. Reyla adores—She sucked in a breath and released it before continuing.I’m using present tense because I’m not going to suggest I won’t have my friend back. Reyla adores romances. I thought the book was about a Nullen and a fae lord falling in love, but instead, it seems to be a series of chapters about various topics, including bone coins.
What about them?
I only read the first line before I was interrupted. Someone knocked on the door. When I checked, there wasn’t anyone there. Then I left for the aerie. I’m going to read that chapter tonight at bedtime.
