Page 18 of In the Embrace of Dragons

Chapter Eight

RAGNAKOR

It is deeply inappropriate how full and erect I am under my clothes right now. It’s pressing hard at the inside of my armor, and I’m grateful for the ceremonial plating covering me.

Watching my king take Princess Nissia—no,QueenNissia now—was perhaps the most erotic scene I’ve ever witnessed. He had been so focused on her, on shoving his cock into her, that I wished I could touch myself right then and there. The rippling muscle in his body, the concentrated ferocity on his face, the way he claimed her in front of all of us with such passion and intensity...

It gives me a bittersweet hope for the future.

Maybe they can be happy. Perhaps now that he’s filled her up with his seed, it will take root. Perhaps after the scent that filled the room, my king will want her again, and again, until he finds that he has a dragonling in his arms and he’s happy and satisfied with the choice that was thrust upon him.

I hope this for everyone’s sake.

Unfortunately, Vizarios did not linger in the room after coitus. Something had startled him like an animal, so he made a run for it and I quickly followed after.

I want to tell him he ought to turn back around, to present his queen in a more regal manner than storming out of the room, but I know how that would fare. King Vizarios despises my advice now more than anyone’s.

“I will present her later today,” he says as we stride down the hall toward his rooms. “I know what you’re thinking. I always do, Rag.”

I say nothing as we stride into his sitting room, and I whisper to a servant to get us some tea. While the servant scurries away, King Vizarios undresses once more, shedding his ceremonial outfit.

“I have to wash the stink of human off me,” he says as he makes his way into the washroom. That isn’t a good sign, but it is in character, and I probably shouldn’t have expected better. In fact, I should leave now, but then Vizarios beckons me to follow him, so I grit my teeth as I enter the grand bathing room.

Vizarios shivers as he climbs into the tub, which is still full from this morning. The very first thing he does is soap up his cock and rinse it thoroughly.

“I hope I don’t have to do that again,” he grouses.

But I don’t understand these words at all after what I just saw. He could have finished right at the beginning. I know that expression on his face, when he’s holding back his climax by gritting his teeth. No, he was chasing Queen Nissia’s screams like he was mad, driven to some kind of wildness by her cries. He had roared as he filled her, like he was staking his ownership of her.

Not to mention that he covered her in his scent—absolutely drenched her in it when he released his glands.

“You did not enjoy it?” I know I am poking an angry bear, but I also want to know what he’s thinking.

Vizarios lets out a hiss. “Of course I didn’t.” He sounds wounded by the question. “I did my duty, that’s all.”

I stroke one of the stubby horns on my chin. “Even when she screamed that way?”

His eyes narrow dangerously. “What are you getting at?”

“I think that you did enjoy it, and you don’t want to admit it.”

Have I ever been this bold before? I don’t think so. But now that Vizarios has found Queen Nissia, his future mate for life, it’s time to sever that last thread between us. Even if it hurts, even if it’s harsh, it’s the right thing to do.

The king gapes at me, clearly incensed. “You think I wouldlieto you?”

“Yes. I do.” I know he would if he thought he was protecting me. But I don’t need protection, and I don’t need coddling.

His searing gaze grows meaner. “What do you want me to say, then? That I did? Is that what you want? You want me to confess to how fucking good she felt?” He rises from the tub, water sluicing down his sleek body. “You want me to tell you all about her tight cunt, and how it squeezed me like a fucking vise when she came all over my cock?”

He’s trying to attack, to wound, but all it does is make me get thick again between my legs. Luckily, he can’t tell.

“If that’s the truth, then yes,” I say, stone-faced. I need him to believe I feel nothing, that I harbor no ill will toward Queen Nissia, so perhaps he’ll drop this act.

Vizarios bunches his shoulders, and his hands curl into fists as he steps out of the tub. When he advances toward me across the tile floor, water drips everywhere.

“She was hot and wet, and her little cries”—his tongue lashes out, swiping across his fangs—“they were so good, Rag.Each time she screamed, she milked me. Sucked all the seed right out of me.”

That heat in my groin is growing and spreading the longer he talks. He thinks he’s aiming daggers at me with each word, but now all I want is to see them again, his cock glistening with their juices as it glides in and out of her slick body.