Page 29 of Dragon Rivals of New York

I’d planned a full-day excursion for us in the city after Kyro split up our days, but right now, I know that’s not what she needs. Today, she gets to choose what we do.

“What sounds best, lovely, breakfast or nap, or is there something else you want to do today?”

She bites her bottom lip. “I am hungry and tired. Could we…”

I wait for her to finish, but when she just looks down at the floor like she’s wrestling with herself and what she wants, I say, “How about breakfast in bed?”

“You don’t mind messing up your beautiful bed?”

“For you? Not at all. I’ll eat breakfast in bed every day for the rest of our lives, if that’s what you want.”

She twists the towel in her hands, a crease forming between her eyes. “But what do you want? It’s clear you like keeping things neat and tidy. I don’t want—”

“You want breakfast in bed, you get breakfast in bed. If I want a clean bed, I’ll just change the sheets after. It’s not a problem.” I rub up and down her arms, drying them as I comfort her.

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Wonderful! Breakfast in bed it is. Can I make just one adjustment to the plan?”

“Of course. What’s that?”

I grab the towel and tug it off her with a wink. “Naked breakfast in bed.”

She laughs, and it’s the most glorious sound in the world.

Chapter 14

Sora

JethroandIspendall day in bed, eating, watching movies, talking, having sex. It’s uneventful, but it’s everything I want. I feel a little bad that I ruined his plans—because I know he planned something more than staying in bed all day—but I love that he changed course for me.

By the time he suggests going out to dinner, I’m ready to get out of the house. But I make him promise we won’t go anywhere too expensive. A difficult promise for a man like Jethro. He likes extravagance and excess. As evidenced by the giant walk-in closet he just led me into. Giant is an understatement. It’s bigger than my entire apartment.

“Don’t get mad,” he says.

“Why would I get mad about your closet?” Feeling a slight chill from the vent overhead, I tighten the tie on the terry-cloth robe I’m wearing.

“This isn’t my closet.”

I tilt my head, inspecting the rakes of hanging clothes. Women’s clothes. My gut burns, and I clench my teeth as I try to control my anger. “I’m not wearing left over clothes from your conquests! I’d rather go to dinner in an old shirt of yours.”

“That can be arranged.” He smirks. “But these aren’t clothes from other women.”

My brows pinch together.

“Mmmm, I do like knowing you feel some of the possessiveness the mating bond elicits in dragons.”

“Speaking of which, why don’t you get all possessive like that when I’m with Kyro?”

“I do, a little, but it’s different with him. I think it’s because I know the goddess wants us all to be together. That the two of you also share a mating bond.”

“I guess that makes sense.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Now, tell me whose clothes these are?”

“This is your wardrobe.”

“Mine?” I step backwards, retreating. “Unbelievable.” I shake my head and turn around, stomping out of thecloset.

“What?” Jethro rushes in front of me, taking hold of my shoulders to stop me. “What did I do? Why are you upset, lovely? Tell me, please.”

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