Sven caught one of her nipples between his teeth and made her squeal. “Never say nurse, you wench. She’ll have your head.”
She reached down and grabbed his member. “Speaking of head…”
She took him in her mouth and instantly felt the power surge through him as she pleasured him. A tease with her tongue and she could feel the dragon in him purr as his hands tangled in her hair. He guided her up and down as he got harder and harder. It didn’t take long before he came into her mouth. He lay back, spent.
“I hope you’re pregnant because many nights like this and I’ll be worthless as a king.”
Bryn tilted her head as she crawled up beside him. He shuddered as she licked his nipple before settling down. “I love feeling you.”
“Any time you want,” he moaned.
“I don’t mean physically. It’s like your power surges into me,” she whispered. Her hand pressed lightly over his heart. “It’s like I feel your heartbeat in my soul, strong and steady. Is that weird?”
He smiled. “It’s the dragon bond. Dragon mating doesn’t just create an heir. It links us. You’ll feel me. Always.” He turned his head to meet her eyes. “Are you okay with that?”
She didn’t even have to think about it. “It means that I’ll never be alone again.”
He kissed her softly and she melted into him, her trust wrapped around him as tightly as her arms.
The chamber was silent except for the crackle of the fire and the quiet rhythm of their joined breathing. Sven rested his cheek against her hair, and she closed her eyes as she let the peace of the moment sink into her.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t just feel like she was in the way or needed to do something. She was in love and had found what she was always meant to find.
Her mate. Her home.
Sleep claimed her wrapped in Sven’s warmth. The dream started slowly. Wind rushed past her face. She felt like she was on a roller coaster, except without a coaster. She looked around as the ground flew by below her. She had wings and she felt a freedom and a power that she had never felt before. No one could hurt her. No one could ever step all over her. She spiraled as she rose above the mountains and felt a peace in her heart that had never been there before. She soared high above jagged peaks, the sky endless and hers to explore.
She woke and Sven’s arms were still wrapped around her. They protected her from anything that threatened her. His dragon’s presence lingered, and a strong jolt of curiosity shot through her about herself.
Am I a dragon?
She twisted the ring on her finger. She belonged with Sven, but how would it be possible if she really was a mere human?
Or maybe, just maybe, she had an unknown secret and belonged in this world too.
Chapter Eighteen
Sven
Sven sat across the table from Lars. Several other guards occupied chairs around the chamber, but he only had eyes for the piece of parchment that he held.
“How was this delivered?”
“A little girl gave it to the guard at the gate.” Lars shrugged. “She said that she was on her way home from the market when some man gave it to her close to the castle and told her to give it to the guard. She had no idea who he was.”
“What does Magnus want?”
“I don’t know. There have been no demands. It appears that he just wanted you to know.”
Erik will rot in the dungeon where he belongs.
One simple sentence on Magnus’ letterhead, complete with his embossed crest. While it answered the question of what had happened to his brother, the words created a whole new list of questions in Sven’s mind.
He pushed his chair back and paced back and forth. “I want extra security at all gates. If any more notes are passed, I want to be notified immediately. And no one is to go outside the walls of this castle without plenty of security. My mother. My grandmother.” He glanced at Lars. “And especially Bryn. Whatever Magnus is up to, we don’t need to give him more ammunition to use against us.”
Once the guards were dismissed with their orders, Lars turned to Sven. “What is the end game? If your brother is a pawn in whatever this is, what does Magnus hope to accomplish?”
Sven shook his head. “I have no idea. But I hope this can put to rest the suspicion of Erik’s extended absence. I have no idea where he was, but it apparently wasn’t anything to do with our enemy.”
