The Dragon and His Knight: An MM Fantasy Romance : A Monster's Pet Standalone by Adara Wolf & R. Phoenix

Author:Adara Wolf & R. Phoenix [Wolf, Adara & Phoenix, R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

Opal threw his arm over Tristan’s bare chest—and was glad that there was a bare chest for him to feel. His pale skin stood out in stark contrast against Tristan’s darker skin. It would be an even more pleasing image if he had Tristan against his shimmering white scales, the kind of picture the artists painted to be displayed in grand halls. Maybe he could ask his sister Emerald to paint something like that for him, to commemorate his and Tristan’s love.

Fuck, these past few days of separation had been torture.

Never mind what his mother had said. Clearly, she’d been wrong. Opal and Tristan had connected, and Tristan had been so good with his fingers. Thankfully he hadn’t tried to stroke Opal’s cock, because it was getting harder and harder to find ways not to show off that part of his anatomy. His kisses could only distract Tristan so much.

Surely it would take only a few more days for Tristan to come to his senses and realize that dragon-slaying was a silly endeavor.

Tristan groaned and stirred, his hand brushing Opal’s scalp.

“Good morning,” Opal said, kissing Tristan’s lips gently. “What shall we do today, darling?”

Tristan stroked Opal’s hair, smoothing his fingers through the strands. “I need to stock up on supplies before we keep going.” He hesitated for a moment, eyes seeking Opal’s. “Are you coming with me?”

“Of course,” Opal answered, smiling. “I was afraid you didn’t want my company anymore, after… well.”

After the whole ditching thing, but that was clearly a fluke. Opal kissed Tristan again, just lips against lips, and sighed happily. He truly was in a romance story.

It would have been nice to simply laze the entire morning away, but of course Tristan was still very goal oriented. Which was good, because Opal loved that about him, and he didn’t want somebody who forgot about his dreams and ambitions on a whim.

Still, maybe a little slowing down would have been nice.

They had breakfast and went out to the markets, their hands intertwined. Opal bumped his shoulder against Tristan—accidentally the first time, but definitely on purpose every time after that.

“It’ll be colder if we head up into the mountains, or if the compass takes us south,” Tristan remarked, coming to a stop in front of a market stall with thick blankets. “Maybe we should buy…” He trailed off, and Opal followed his gaze to see what had drawn his attention.

It was a simple flyer pinned to the side of the market stand, advertising a local theater.

“You interested?” the vendor asked, leaning closer. “My son is playing one of the lead characters in that. It’s well worth watching, and I don’t just say that because it’s my son. Even though he does have the voice of a siren! Not literally, he isn’t going to enchant you.” The vendor laughed. “Anyway, I saw it once. They sing and dance and by the end I was in tears. It’s a rendition of Guinevere and Sarazi. My son plays the sorcerer.”

That sounded absolutely lovely.

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