Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Oooo,” Ana hisses on my behalf. “You haven’t had that discussion, yet?”
“We really haven’t had any discussions,” I unhappily gripe to her prior to directing my next statement at Cameron. “And we will have that one along with several others once the matters with the prisoner-”
“My. Mother.”
“Are further settled.”
“Which we cannot do until I’ve had a chance to assess her,” Dae pipes in and prepares to move forward, an action that receives a huge puff of smoke from my brother.
“No.”
Her non-pill bottle holding hand falls onto her hip. “Zilveren, I understand and respect your concerns-”
“Then step back.”
“However-”
“No.”
“However, part of the Hippocratic Oath I took included helping those who cannot help themselves.” In spite of his larger, broader, more overbearing stature, she remains sturdy. Strong. “Sometimes that means risking my life to save another’s. You three do it all the time. And on the occasion when I need to, you have to accept it, just as I have to accept it for you.”
There’s no disregarding the tremble in his voice, “Little Tails…”
“I’ll be fine.” She takes his hand and gingerly places it on her swollen stomach. “We’ll be fine.”
His fingers momentarily flex against their unborn child before he slides out of the way to allow her better access.
Her inching closer has me instinctively doing the same.
Perhaps he can’t stop her from answering The Great One’s call to medicine but that doesn’t mean I can’t intervene to save one kin from the other.
Fucking D, I can’t believe the woman sent to kill me or kidnap me is really the mother of my Fated Mate.
Unfortunate.
Understatement.
Drink?
Oh, for fucking sure. Probably just skip the glass and have Gene bring me an IV to attach.
Dramatic.
Have I told you to fuck off yet?
Dae arrives closer to the glass beside Truxxton to whom she begins giving instructions to, “Can you adjust the lighting, please?”
He cuts me a glance in a silent request for permission.
The solitary nod he’s given prompts his rebuttal to her, “Brighter or darker, Mrs. Draak?”
“First one. Then the other.”
While she begins her evaluations, the rest of us merely observe on in silence. I allow my attention to nonchalantly oscillate between the examination taking place and the distressed female at my side. Unlike the creature in the box, she can’t stop fidgeting. Her fingers anxiously comb through the thick, wavy black strands that she evidently inherited from the bulky being we’re watching. Her toes ceaselessly drum inside her flat shoes hitting the ground as though she’s running rather than standing in place. And her teeth nervously nip at her lightly glossed, plump lower lip in such a way that I can hardly stop my own from elongating into their dragon form to properly mark the territory hers are toying with. The more time my gaze lingers on the delicious anomaly I can’t believe The Goddess of Fate paired me to, the more my dick presses against the zipper of my suit pants. Pain from my cock’s perpetual pushing into the metal doesn’t register whatsoever; however, agony from not being able to smear cum on her parted lips is felt tenfold in my balls that are furiously swelling.
Mother of Dragons now is not the time to be thinking about that shit.
Or how beautiful she would look with it leaking past the corners of her mouth.
Down the edge of her face.
Onto her neck.
Her thick, perfect for my bite marks neck.
Fuck, I’m gonna have that shit just black and blue and white.
Definitely white.
Being guided by the wrong head has me asking in a raspy voice, “Tic-tac?”
Cameron’s face immediately cuts my direction. “Excuse me?!”
The ability to see directly into where my dick is dreaming about diving keeps the sexual hunger in my tone, “Mint?”
“Are you telling me my breath stinks?” Her appalment can be equally seen and felt. “Are you aware your tactics are not subtle, Mr. Draak?”
“Like at all, P,” A.D. quietly emphasizes.
My mouth continues to betray my brain, “Maybe you’d like a throat…sicle?”
“That’s awfully sexual for the office,” Ana playfully pokes.
“What in the fuck is a throatsicle?!” Cameron exclaims, hands angrily falling back to her hips.
“Is that a Sleeper porn term I don’t understand?” A.D. impishly asks his Fated Mate.
Lozenge.
“Lozenge!” I shout out as if I’ve hit the jackpot instead of as though I’m flailing to simply make sense. “Perhaps you’d like a throat lozenge?”
Her head cocks slightly to one side on a slowly spoken, “No…”
“You sure?” Sliding my hands into my pockets is done to slyly adjust myself. “Perhaps there is something else you’d like for your throat instead?”
“Getting creepier, Hannibal Lecter,” Ana humorously chastises.
“Holy Mother of Dragons, are you trying to nest?!” A.D. shouts, drawing the attention of Z. “Is that what the fuck is happening right now?! Tell me that’s what’s happening right now!”
“No. I’m…” the end of the statement floats off into the air while my jaw continues to bob in bewilderment. “I’m not fucking nesting.”