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The closer I came, the harder it became to keep my mouth closed. So Dorran did it for me, silencing me with his tongue.

Seconds later, I came on his fingers, my body slumped against him as he sat me down on the seat and sucked my juices from his fingertips. “Much better,” he said, handing me the new dress. "Now, let’s see what Vivian picked out.”

I laughed half-heartedly and swiped my sweaty hair from my forehead. With shaky legs, I unzipped my dress and stepped into the other.

It was ... perfect. The sleeves were a tight lacy fabric. The top came up in a choker-style neck, with a fitted waist and a sleek skirt that almost hit my knee.

“I like it.”

Dorran chuckled. “She likes it, Vivian.”

“Toss it over and I’ll ring it up. Do we need any shoes?”

I shook my head, but Dorran answered, “Yes.”

“I don’t need any shoes, Dorran.”

He grabbed the door handle. “I want you to have them. You can have new shoes every time we go out if you continue to make those sounds when I’m inside of you. Plus, you need some sensible shoes for tonight. I have a feeling we’ll be running for our lives before the end.”

I watched Dorran walk outside, and a giddy laugh escaped me. I couldn’t believe we just did that. I’d never felt so exhilarated in my life.

Unzipping the dress, I tossed it over for Vivian and looked at myself in the mirror with red cheeks and a heaving chest.

The old Amara was slowly fading, and for the first time in my life, I was excited to see how the new Amara would cope.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Dorran

I dropped down on the castle bridge with Amara in my arms. The guards didn’t stir as I helped her to her feet and watched as she straightened her dress.

She was obviously nervous.

Her pulse was racing, and her hands sweating. I stopped her from fidgeting and lifted her chin with my fingers. “Are you okay? You seem very nervous.”

She gave me a crazy look. “Of course, I’m nervous. Your mother hates me, and I’m walking into a room full of dragons. Female ones that your mother wants you to be with."

“Amara,” I hissed. “Don’t worry about anyone in that room but me. Don’t take anything my mother says to heart. No one will disrespect you if I’m there. We’ll eat and leave. I don’t have the energy to deal with much of my family, or The East Kingdom. It’s exhausting.”

Amara tucked a stray piece of blonde hair behind her ear and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she whispered.

Interlacing her fingers with mine, we walked over the bridge and toward the castle. The halls were empty, besides the smells of the different dragons that roamed the halls since the merger.

I wouldn’t be surprised if my mother had put single royal females in my hallway out of spite. Not that I planned to stay there with Amara. If she was happy with it, I wanted to stay at the cabin until I was officially King.

I couldn’t stand the thought of living under my parents’ roof with Amara. It made my skin crawl. I didn't need my mother's prying or their input on our relationship.

We descended the stairs, Amara pressed against my side, where I could hear the chatter from the dining hall. Outside of the door, I stopped Amara, bent down, and kissed her.

It was enough that I knew the other dragons would smell us on one another. “Stay calm. They can smell your fear.”

Amara cringed. “That’s really creepy.”

“It is, isn’t it?” I said, opening the door to the dining hall.

It was large, but it looked like Mother bought a new table to fit all of our visitors. Mother noticed us first, and I didn’t miss the annoyed look that Amara had come along. As if, I wouldn’t bring my mate to dinner?

“Dorran,” she said, standing to greet me, but I waved her off, helping Amara into her seat next to mine. “Well, okay then,” she chuckled. “Glendora, you can bring out the first course. Dorran finally made it.”

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