Fire Bride: A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy (Drakoryan Brides Book 2) by Ava Sinclair

Author:Ava Sinclair [Sinclair, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

LYLA

I’ve been practicing the cuddling of babies. Fyrn has a seven month-old son with hair as fine and wispy as dandelion fluff and eyes as blue as cornflowers. This morning I bounce him on my knee, wondering why my heart isn’t melting when he rewards me with a drooly grin. Is there something wrong with me?

I have met another unbred Fire Bride named Kell. She will breed this year, she tells me, and can think of nothing else. She sits on the other side of me, fidgeting as she awaits her turn to hold Fyrn’s baby. When I pass the child to her, he protests vociferously. The babe is obviously more comfortable with me than I with him.

I’d hoped to compromise today, to balance my reading with a bit of time steeped in the contentment of other Drakoryan mates, to perhaps absorb it by osmosis. But I can’t relate to Kell’s elation when Fyrn’s baby stops fretting and snuggles contentedly in her lap.

“Can you imagine anything more wonderful than giving your lord sons?” she asks wistfully as she strokes the downy head. Her eyes are dreamy.

“It would indeed be wonderful,” I say, and excuse myself.

The other women smile as I pass. Since the awkward moment when I asked questions about the military exercises, I’ve sought to rehabilitate my image in the eyes of the other brides. I sent gifts of scented oils and candied plums to each of their rooms, invited them to enjoy the pools should they wish to refresh their bodies. I keep servants hovering around the young mothers, ready to take a fretful child should one need a break. My unseemly curiosity about the men was quickly forgotten. The other brides stop me in the halls to herald my domestic skills. Several tell me they’ve never enjoyed a council meeting so much.

But this, too is by design. Contented guests do not need to be entertained, and after a period of interaction, I reward myself with a walk through the castle. I find myself straying repeatedly to the stone bridge, although I know I won’t look down to find Tythos engaged in his drills. Now that he knows I was spying on him, he’s found another place to practice.

It’s getting later in the day, and I’ve not laid eyes on any of my mates, save for Zelki, whose bed I left this morning. I smile at the memory. Had I not chosen him last night, I fear he may have combusted from frustration.

I ‘d expected him to tear my gown off as soon as the door had shut behind us, but instead, he’d told me he had a gift for me. The grin on his face implied that whatever he had in mind would be as pleasurable for me as for him. Whether it’s drizzling me with the juice of an aphrodisiacal melon or teasing me with a feather, the youngest Lord of Fra’hir can always be counted on to make lovemaking unique.

When Zelki produced a wooden box, I wasn’t sure what to expect.

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