Page 60 of In the Embrace of Dragons

Iknow I am playing with fire, but Ragnakor’s admission gave me a burst of an idea. Perhaps he is my path to reconciling with my wife. I believe that at least some of his affection toward her is reciprocated, and I can use that to bring her closer to me, too. The last time the three of us were in this room, I saw how she touched herself, full of lust. Just as I am consumed with the urge to mate again, so, perhaps, is she.

Cautiously, I take Nissia by the hand, and she shoots me a surprised look as I urge her toward the bedroom. She steps through behind me, clutching me with her small fingers like I might drop her. Ragnakor follows, his imposing figure making me feel more steadfast in my endeavor.

At last, I release the queen’s hand as I turn around to face him. She heads for the bench seat where she sat when she watched us last time, but I say, “Wait.”

She freezes. “What is it? Am I not here to watch?”

“What if I needed your help?”

Her brow creases. “Why would you need my help?”

Without answering her, I fall to my knees in front of Ragnakor, who has been studying me carefully since the moment I proposed this earlier today. I reach around behind him to unclasp the strap of his armor, then pull it down over his hips, leaving his trousers and boots. The boots come next, but there are two.

“Come.” I gesture to Nissia again, and she takes a step in my direction. “Assist me.”

Her features are overcome by bafflement.

“I don’t know what I could possibly assist with.”

I nod at Ragnakor’s boots. “You could remove that one.”

She stares at me, unabashed, then up at Ragnakor. He offers her a nod. After another beat, she comes down to kneel beside me.

“I’ll take this one,” I say, taking his left boot, “if you take that one.”

Dutifully, she mimics me as I unlace it, then bring it down over the captain’s ankle and foot. It’s more difficult for Nissia.

“Your feet are different,” she says to Ragnakor, tipping her head back. “Sorry.”

This is the first time I’ve seen his face since this began, and his mouth is comically open, his eyes not quite believing what they’re seeing. I lend Nissia a hand, showing her how to pull the boot off his feet and claws. When she’s finished, I set both boots aside, and she rises as if to get up.

“I still need help,” I say, and she stops.

“What...” Nissia swallows. “What do you need?”

Instead of answering, I untie Ragnakor’s trousers. She gasps as I tug them over his thighs to his feet.

“Vizarios,” Ragnakor says in a warning tone, now naked from the waist down. Nissia starts to get up, but I stop her by catching her arm.

“You don’t want her here?” I ask. Oh, am I playing a dangerous game.

Ragnakor immediately raises his hands. “No, I do. My queen, please don’t leave.”

She hovers, halfway to her feet, unsure what to do. But her eyes are drawn back to Ragnakor’s hips, where his impressive cock has gone from hard to limp. That’s not what I want.

Boldly, I wrap a hand around it, and Ragnakor grunts. Nissia’s eyes go wide as saucers.

“Look at this,” I tell her, gently stroking it. “Shouldn’t he be harder than this? For us?”

“Us?” she repeats, glancing up at Ragnakor. His eyes connect with hers, and I couldn’t have planned it better myself when his cock instantly twitches and rises. The longer he looks at her, the stiffer he gets, and I don’t even have to touch him.

“There we are,” I say, and Nissia glances down at where my captain is filling and thickening. She looks absolutely scandalized, so I reach out and take her hand, squeezing it in mine. “You can touch him, too, if you want.”

She’s fully on her knees again, her eyes darting between my face and Ragnakor’s hard cock. Her mouth opens like she’s about to speak, so I take her hand in mine and place it right where I want it—along his knobby shaft. Nissia squeaks and shoots a startled look up at Ragnakor, but her hand doesn’t move away.

“Good,” I say, mimicking how I want her to stroke him.

Nissia sounds uncertain as she asks, “Captain? Do you... want this?”