Her Dragon King by Theodora Taylor

Author:Theodora Taylor [Taylor, Theodora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Etch Entertainment

DAMIANOS

She refuses to speak her upset out loud, but I can feel her frustration and rage burning over our mate bond. I can also see it quite clearly in her flame.

Good.

It makes it all that much easier to mask my own reaction to having watched the way she’d responded to my retribution. The press of her hungry core into my hand. The way her bountiful breasts bobbed underneath the water, the entire upper half of her body writhing when her lower half could not…

The incomplete orgasm had been meant as a punishment. A brutal withholding of pleasure that would reestablish my dominance over her. And I believed forcing her to sit through a hair-braiding session would only enhance the torture.

That supposition was correct, but I had failed to properly account for the mate bond.

How clever she had been in North Dakota to put space between us after she left me chained to the bed unable to do anything about the deep ache she’d stirred within me. I needed that distance now, especially since unlike me, she was doing nothing to mute her side of our mate bond.

As it was, I could feel her need like it was my own. Painful and aching, begging me silently to cease this punishment and take her. And that makes it rather difficult to pretend she has no effect on me. For I know if I dared to look down, I would see my flame would be just as red with ardor as hers.

But my flame matters not. For my father’s honor, I must remain strong.

With that resolution in mind, I replicate the style I learned to make from a video earlier this week as quickly as possible. When I’m finally done with the installation, I do not pause to admire my work. Or even to tease her about her heightened state of arousal.

I’m not sure I could speak these words even if I were to force myself to. The competing instinct to worship her glorious form…to finish what I started and release us both from our misery is overwhelming.

“We’re done here. Please preserve the style for tomorrow’s event.” Quickly rising to my feet, I leave her to get out of the tub on her own.

“You forgot to say goodbye, Reverence.”

Her husky voice drops into my head, stopping me at the bottom of the steps.

I turn my head and say out loud, “Good ni—”

“But that’s not how you do it, right?” She rises from the bath, water sluicing down her brown skin as she comes to a bold stand. I watch her climb out of the tub, and my male works press urgently into my scales. Rendering me unable to do anything but stare as she walks toward me, seemingly unconcerned with the water she drips in her wake.

“Good night, Reverence…” She wraps her left hand around my wrist and raises my right hand into the air to touch her right palm to mine. “Isn’t that how we’re supposed to say good night? That’s how Xenon and my sister say goodbye.

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