Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Ravi might have checked out for a second or two. It certainly felt that way. He came back to himself, gasping for air, Sora’s arms still wrapped tightly around him. The man hadn’t pulled out or even moved. He charitably gave them both a minute to recover. That had been the hottest sex he’d had in…ever. In fact, Ravi couldn’t think of anything that topped this.
His dragon side was firmly on board with Sora doing this forever. He was also strongly hinting for Ravi to realize, already, that they had the perfect mate right here. Ravi was inclined to agree, and as scary as that was, it was elating, too. Having Sora like this made it very clear that being with this man was what Ravi truly wanted. More than anything, he wanted moments like this. It was an exhilarating thought.
Also terrifying. Because that was a lot to hand another person, and Ravi wasn’t sure if Sora was ready to hear it. Mages often needed a bit longer to catch up with dragons, or so he’d seen. He’d tell Sora—but not in this moment. They both needed a bit more time to date and feel their way properly into this relationship.
Yeah. Yeah, that was a good approach. Ravi’s dragon didn’t agree, but he was impatient. Ravi told his dragon to shush.
“I’ll pull out in a second.” Sora did not sound eager to do this.
Ravi snickered and turned his head enough to kiss the man lightly on the mouth. “Take your time. I’m quite enjoying you where you are. And I feel like this should be a daily thing, you topping me.”
“Only if we take turns. I quite like it, too, you know.”
A mental image of Ravi plunging into that hot body, fucking Sora as the man begged for more, flitted through his head.
“Wow. Yes, let’s absolutely do that. Like, ten minutes, I’m pretty sure I’m good to go again in ten minutes.”
It was Sora’s turn to snicker against his skin. “Shouldn’t we think about relocating to a bedroom, first?”
“And move?” Ravi protested in horror. “Nooo, why? Honey bear, no, okay? There are people down there. Way too many people down there, who will stop us and possibly give us things to do, and we won’t be able to get back to nookie. Why do you think I dragged you up here, anyway?”
“You do make a valid point. Then, I’ll pull out, clean us both up a bit, and we can snuggle until we get our wind back.”
Surely one of these blankets was completely dry.
Should they possibly close the window?
Ravi tucked his phone into his back pocket before knocking on Alric’s office door. The dragon king beckoned him in, and Ravi smirked. He sounded more than a little distracted, but that was why Ravi was poking his head into the office in the first place.
As he’d expected, Alric was glaring at his computer, lines of both worry and pain digging into his face. Having the Sodalicium contingent in the castle over the past few days had led to a lot of meetings and planning for Alric. Everyone had been running around the castle, preparing for the arrival of yet more mages and dragons, trying to figure out which information and spells were most desperately needed.
Simply put, things had become hectic. Ravi wasn’t seeing nearly enough of Sora for his liking, but he knew everyone was making sacrifices.
Despite the insanity, it was a joyful and hopeful kind of crazy. Everyone was tired, but still smiling with the knowledge that big things were happening.
Well, nearly everyone was smiling.
In Ravi’s experience, Alric and Gunter experienced their own kind of weird happiness. Other than when Alric was wrapped around his mate, the king was happiest when he was making big plans and solving problems, which tended to also stress him out and make him grumbly.
It also tended to make him forget about properly caring for his injured shoulder.
“Have you let Lisette or Cameron apply that healing salve today?” Ravi asked as he closed the door.
“Huh?” Alric’s head snapped up, and his expression was completely distracted.
Ravi sighed. “The salve. Your shoulder. You’re in pain.”
Alric frowned and rolled his shoulder a little before wincing and looking back at his computer screen. “Oh. It’s fine.”
“Hoheit,” Ravi said in the best warning tone he could muster.
Alric had suffered the injury during the Dragon War and hadn’t allowed it to heal properly. He’d been more focused on the death of his father and trying to save what remained of his clan. As a result, he’d lost the ability to fly as a dragon and most of his use of the limb as a human. The most troubling thing for Ravi was that he was still pained by it five hundred years later.
Sighing dramatically, Alric pinned Ravi with an irritated glare that only made him grin broadly at the man, who was more an older brother to him than king most days. “I will ask Cameron to place more salve on my shoulder this evening before we go down to dinner.”