“Caro!” Emerson scolded him. “Not nice.”
“Can there really be more than one? And how big are we talking egg wise?” Shit, now I made him panic again. Babies I had down, the whole mate thing I was seriously fucking up.
“Caro and I had one but um,” Emerson paused and glanced at Caro, who shrugged. “Ionus and Alex had, um, three eggs, but one held true twins so they had four babies.”
“Four! What the fuck. No, not four. No. I am not a dragon incubator. Do you hear me Odem. Hell to the mother fucking no!”
“Kinda too late now, don’t you think. Silly Ronan,” I cooed at Cade, “he’s already knocked up.” Several pillows hit my head at once. “What? He is.”
“I’ll call Raven,” Caro said as he stepped from the room.
“What’s a Raven?” Ronan asked.
“She’s our High Priestess and mid-wife. She’ll be the one to help guide you through your pregnancy and will deliver the eggs. Plus, you’ll have me and Alex here for any questions or just to hang out with.” As if he’d been called, Alex came through the front door.
“Have no fear, Ronan. My brother-in-law knows not what he says,” Alex handed Luna to me.
“Ooh, two babies. Come little ones, let’s go play.” I was a happy dragon with my niece and nephew in my arms. Both giggling and poking one another. “Let’s get a cookie.”
“Well,” I heard Ronan say. “At least he’s good with kids.”
“Honestly, Odem in the best uncle. All the kids love him, but he can be a bit aloof at times.” I’d take Alex’sbest unclecomment for the win. Aloof, well, that was just who I am.
“And he’s got a heart of gold,” Emerson, my now absolute favorite brother-in-law said. I stuck my tongue out at Alex and Cade and Luna copied me.
“Best uncle ever!” I sung as we headed into the kitchen. Cookies were promised, after all.
Chapter Two
Ronan
Dragons.
Mates.
Baby Dragons.
Eggs.
I was carrying an egg or eggs and now someone named Raven was on her way to what? Tell me just how many? Odem was a dead man, or a dead dragon, or whatever the fuck he was just as soon as I got him alone. The least he could have done was warn a guy before bouncing me on his cock!
Okay, so it was an impressive enough cock that turning him down wouldn’t have happened, but no way would I have let him come with that monster dick inside of me if I’d known this was going to be the fucking outcome! At the very least he needed to have a warning label tattooed across the damn thing.
Watching him with his niece and nephew, maybe all the brothers were hung. Three eggs! Four babies! Oh, hell to the god damned no! Not out of this tiny little body! It wasn’t happening. Glancing down at myself, I couldn’t fathom how one egg was supposed to grow without wrecking every trim inch of me. Vain much? You’re damn right I was. Though I couldn’t deny that his size was part of what had drawn me to him in the first place.
And those intensely glittering eyes that had always promised wicked things. Long hair had always been a turn on for me too and he wore his loose and flowing to the middle of his back, the deep, crimson shade woven through with streaks of ruby strands had led me to ask, multiple times, where he got his hair colored at because no one in this town could pull off a dye job like that.
Only now I wasn’t sure if it was dyed or if those golden eyes were contacts the way I’d always thought because the shade had always seemed otherworldly and unnatural, especially the starburst pattern around the irises that reminded me a bit of flames. Didn’t he have some moral obligation to disclose that he wasn’t human before pinning someone to the wall and fucking them stupid?
Okay, so yeah, I’d begged for that fucking and all the others, but babies? Eggs? My head spun and I was forced to close my eyes, lean against the back of the couch, and slowly sip the rest of my water with a shaky hand that spilled some of it down my front.
“If it’s any consolation, I got to find out I was pregnant after vomiting up everything I’d ever eaten in my entire life,” Emerson said. “I think I may have even puked up a few things I’d thought about eating and never gotten around to.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I muttered as my traitorous tummy gave a lurch.
“At least it was only once,” Alex pointed out. “I begged and begged Ionus to just put a bed in the bathroom for me, I threwup so much. One day I could have pickles, the next they made my nose wrinkle and my stomach revolt. Things I’d have cringed at the mere thought of putting in my mouth were absolutely delicious, while some of the foods I absolutely loved, like green beans, sent me fleeing to the nearest commode.”
“We are about to find out if potted palm trees survive being puked into if you keep this conversation up much longer,” I declared, refusing to open my eyes.
