Page 44 of Three Scorched Kingdoms

My hand on her ass tightens.

“Mmm,” she says lazily, her lashes fluttering.

“Morning, beautiful,” I say, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she opens them and smiles at me.

I waste no time turning her onto her back and sliding down to position my face between her thighs.

“Oh, is that how we’re starting the morning off?” she asks, sultry surprise giving way to anticipation.

“I’m starving,” I say. “I was thinking I’d eat you for breakfast.”

Her slow smile is sexy as hell.

I lower my head, ready to lose myself between her legs when there’s a knock at the door.

Paige huffs out a breath.

I grin, ready to tell whoever it is to fuck off, but the knock comes again—louder this time. Paige yanks me back up, pulling the covers up too as she calls primly, “Yes?”

“Breakfast, Your Highness,” the maid calls out from the other side.

Paige pulls the blankets up to her chin and calls out, “Come in.”

“Good morning,” the maid says as she enters and sets our breakfast on the table at the foot of the bed. She darts glances toward us without ever actually looking our way.

“Morning, Lucinda,” Paige says.

The maid lifts her gaze and flashes Paige a tentative smile then ducks her head again as she heads for the door. “Will there be anything else?” the maid asks, hovering with her hand on the latch.

“No, thanks,” Paige tells her.

“I have your dress for the day already laid out,” the maid says. “I can bring it in as soon as you’re finished eating.”

“Thanks,” Paige says.

The maid smiles again and then leaves us.

My brows lift at the friendly exchange. “Are you two best friends then?”

“Lucinda’s been really welcoming,” Paige says, tossing back the covers and kicking her legs over the side of the bed.

I grab her waist, pulling her back before she can fully escape. “Whoa, where do you think you’re going?”

“You heard her,” Paige says, not bothering to fight me as I pull her onto her back and into my arms. “She’s returning soon, which means we’re going to continue to be interrupted.” She grins. “Unless you can start and finish in the next five minutes.”

“Five minutes? You think I’ll have had enough of you by then?”

She laughs, and for a moment, I lose myself in the sound of it. The sight of her smile after the last few days—or weeks—is a drug, and I’m determined to have more.

I kiss her loudly then grab her hand, hauling us both up. “Come on,” I say.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere we won’t be disturbed.”

“This is where you change forms?”Paige asks an hour later as she gazes at a stall. “It’s massive!”

“Dragons take up a lot of space,” I say smugly.

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