Page 61 of Bound to the Orc King

They settle in a dip right above the dragon’s shoulders. Then a burst of magic pulses through the glen, and Sheevora rises into the air without beating her wings.

Awe ripples through me. “How the hell is she doing that?”

“Magic,” Aldronn says. “Dragons are the strongest magic users of all fae. It’s what allows them to fly.”

“I guess they’d have to be. That is alotof dragon to lift.” Sheevora looked huge in the air yesterday evening, but down on the ground, she’s closer and even larger. Hell, I’m pretty sure I’ve lived in smaller apartments.

She finally gains enough height that she unfurls her wings, and the massive green sails beat at the air, the downdraft almost knocking me off my feet.

Aldronn’s arm locks around me, pulling me close.

My crystal flares to life, and Aldronn’s voice fills my mind.“By the goddess, I know what I want to do today. If there weren’t so many damned people around, I’d put May on her knees. I’m ready to see that pretty little mouth of hers wrapped around my cock.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Aldronn

Goddess, I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive the day.

My bride must have heard my lascivious thoughts, because every time I look at May, she bites her lip or nibbles on her fingertip or blows me an exaggerated kiss. Every movement pulls my focus straight to that naughty little mouth of hers, and my cock springs to full life.

Over and over.

Each time she does it, she offers me the sweetest smile that’s just a touch too innocent to be anything but purposeful.

I suppress a groan as she does it again, her teeth digging into her lower lip, then releasing it with a little pop so it gleams, wet and swollen and reddened.

Fuck.

My cock throbs, demanding release. At this rate, my balls are going to turn purple.

When she laughs, I look at her expectantly. “Did you hear that?”

“No.” My moon bound shakes her head. “But you were scowling so hard I sure wish I had.”

I frown.

“Yep.” She points at my face and giggles. “Just like that.”

“Can we focus? You’re the one who wanted to practice your magic.”

In an instant, all the joy slides from her face, and her tone goes flat. “You’re right.”

I feel like an ass, but how is she supposed to get better at reading minds if she doesn’t practice? As much as I appreciate how light-hearted May can be, I’m used to training with experts in every field I’ve tackled. I can’t remember the last time I started something new.

Spurned by an idea, I leap to my feet and gesture for May to rise. We stand at the edge of the pond, as close to the waterfall as possible, because she finds it soothing. It doesn’t seem to have helped with her telepathy practice, though. We’ve been at it for hours, and she got bored a while ago and started tormenting me with her pretty little mouth.

“You admire my fighting skills.” I pull out one of my longer knives and hand it to her, then unsheathe my sword. “I learned sword fighting from my mother.”

“Okay?” My bride says it like a question.

“This is the first set of movements my mother taught me.” Moving at a glacial pace, I do the diagonal upper cut, block, and strike of form one. I run through it slowly a few more times, then gesture to her. “You try it.”

May grips the hilt with both hands and does a rough approximation of my movements.

I sheath my sword and step behind her. Leaning over, I wrap my arms around May, my hands curling over hers on thehilt. Her skin is soft and warm under my palms, and I long to glide them over her naked flesh. My bride’s sweet scent fills my nostrils, swelling my half-hard erection.

“Are we doing something here?” She glances back over her shoulder, grinning up at me.

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