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Placing my palms on the sides of his face, I rested my forehead against his. “Dorran. It’s okay. You’re not perfect. Neither am I.”

“It’s my job,” he said sternly. “My one job is to protect you, and now your body is infected—,”

Silencing him with a kiss, I felt his body relax at my touch.

The sadness twirling in him was swallowed by his need.

I reached for my T-shirt, but he stopped me. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m well enough.”

Stripping from my clothes, I waited for Dorran to join in. His resistance snapped, and he kicked out of his jeans and sat me on his lap.

Our bodies connecting warmed me from the inside out.

The heaviness of him resting between my legs forced my fingers to curl over his deltoids. Dorran eased me onto his length, griping my hips, he helped me gather a rhythm that wouldn’t hurt my side.

He tangled his fingers into my hair, while I rode his lap. Dorran whispered into my ear, caressing the globes of my ass, and pulling everything from me.

I wanted him to forget the battle.

Forget Evian.

Forget about everything other than getting his throne back. I couldn’t risk having him lose his rightful place as king.

Dorran buried himself deeper into me, which made me cry out in blissful pain.

He filled me over and over until I was a quivering mess on him. Dorran came several minutes later, kissing my face and mouth until I went limp against him.

“Take me to the kingdom,” I whispered. “I need to see if the restaurant is still standing.”

Dorran stroked my back softly. “Let’s wash you off, and I’ll take you wherever you want to go, Little Mouse.”

I slid to the floor and walked toward the shower to rinse myself off. I felt Dorran’s gaze on me as I showered.

I needed to speak with his father, but I had no idea how I could do it with him hovering around. Maybe I could talk him into it?

Or use Toby as a messenger.

Either way, I was going to talk to The Dragon King, and he was going to give Dorran his throne back, whether he liked it or not.

Chapter Forty-Six

Dorran

The bridge was empty when I landed on it with Amara. Against Zerk’s judgment, I took her down to the kingdom. She deserved to see the remains of her father’s restaurant. It’d been her dream to own it one day, and the last month had torn her plan to pieces.

Amara winched when I sat her down to look at the kingdom. “It’s only part of the kingdom. Not all of it took a hit."

A breeze blew Amara’s hair from her shoulders, twirling her scent around me. “Did they touch my stepmother?”

“I don’t know. My father won’t answer any of my messages. I’m not sure who made it and who didn’t at this point.”

Amara nodded. “Take me down there, please."

Lifting her into my arms, I guided us off the bridge and toward the courtyard. The cobblestone was littered with debris and trash from the battle. Random dragons chatted with one another, thankfully, none of them noticed us.

Knowing my father, he likely blamed everything on us, and I wasn’t sure a clan of dragons wouldn’t show up to kill us if the wrong person noticed.

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