Page 147 of Rescued By The Dragon

I watched as he ran a bath with soaps and bubbles, before stripping out of his clothes. He turned to me and gestured for me to do the same. I slid out of each article of clothing until I stood there with fresh wounds in front of him.

Dorran looked uneasy as he bent down and brushed his fingertips over each one. “Please forgive me,” he whispered. “For letting this happen to you.”

I stepped around him and slid into the water until he was face-to-face with me. Dorran hung over the side of the tub, his fingers in the warm water, while I relaxed into the heat. “Forgiving someone can mean forgiving yourself, Dorran. You need to do that.”

He stood and gently slid in behind me, his wings hanging over the side of the tub and his bent knees on either side of me.

Dorran’s hands slid over my skin, washing away the grim from the day, and gently touching each fresh mark.

Dorran began to lower his hand and brush over my most sensitive places until I was a heaving mess between him. The orgasm building in my stomach felt heavy and electric. Each time his rough palm slid over my nipple another plunge of desperation washed over me.

He brought it out of me like a snake charmer.

Everywhere he touched was deliberate. Each finger that he slid into my heart felt better than the last. The feeling of his teeth pressed against my shoulder sent me over the edge. Dorran kept quiet, letting me enjoy each roll of lust that flew out of me.

It wasn’t long before my eyes had closed and my head rested back against his chest.

It was the safest I’d felt in weeks.

Even with the shambles of the kingdom around us—Dorran was my haven.

Chapter Fifty-Two

Dorran

I slid from the sheets the next morning leaving Amara naked in our bed. She looked like my version of an angel lying on her stomach, her flawless body moving up and down as she rested.

After the last couple of days, she deserved to sleep in.

I left her to go make a pot of coffee.

To my surprise, Zerk was in the kitchen waiting for me. The look on his face screamed that he wanted to talk. I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk to him or anyone. Yet, in a few hours, I’d face the kingdom with a plan I didn’t have yet to save us.

“Good morning,” he said. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

I passed him, opened the cabinet door, and slipped a pod into the coffee pot. He waited on me to ready the water and shove my mug underneath the drip before he sighed deeply. “This has been a sideshow from Hell hasn’t it?”

“That’s one way of putting it. So,” I said, grabbing my coffee and sipping the scolding liquid. “May I ask why you’re visiting me so early?”

Zerk placed his palms on the kitchen island between us. “I’m coming by to check on Amara. Toby mentioned she lost her powers.”

“Can you give them back to her?”

Zerk frowned. “No, and it’s not a good idea to go looking for them, Dorran. I’m surprised she didn’t have another price to pay. She gave her powers for Toby’s life, and trying to find them isn’t a good idea.”

“I didn’t figure so,” I said softly. “She’s handling it well considering.”

“Good,” Zerk said softly. “Now, about your parents—,”

“If you’re here to tell me what I’m doing is wrong, I don’t want to hear it. My father hurt Amara. My mother did nothing to stop him. I will not hear about letting them go right now.”

“I understand, but you can’t keep them down there forever, Son. Your parents have done a lot of wrong, but they are your parents.”

I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, and washed it down with the remains of my coffee. “Thank you for the advice.”

The unwanted advice.

“I’m going to make an announcement today to the kingdom. I plan to have every person that can help pick up the debris. I’ll hire whoever I need to rebuild the buildings. It’s going to be a long process, but manageable if everyone pitches in.”

---