Page 98 of Walking in Darkness

“Of course. That’s not something we would push you into,” Connie said.

“I know that. Because I am your treasure.”

“Exactly. Oh. Wait. Kit? Are you—”

“A dragon’s hoard is important to them, but I’ve come to find out it’s notthemost important thing,” Hudson said. “You are. You are the most important thing in this world to us. All that we have and all that we are is yours.”

“And the both of you would do anything for me.”

“Yes,” Connie swore.

“I was worried we were rushing this thing between us, but you know what? I realized I didn’t have to be scared,” Kit said. “There is no time frame we need to adhere to. We each know what we want.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE – CONNIE

“OH DRAGON gods,” Connie mumbled. Was Kit saying what he thought he was saying? Because it certainly sounded like it.

“Yes, we do,” Hudson confirmed.

“I don’t have special powers, unlimited wealth, or special blood that could protect either of you. I’m just me. But that doesn’t seem to matter. You keep saying I’m your treasure, and I believe you.”

Connie nodded his head frantically. Kit might believe them, but Connie didn’t think he truly understood what that meant exactly.

“I really have nothing to give either of you. At least, I didn’t think so, then it hit me. Idohave something both of you want, and that’s me. You wantme.”

Connie gulped. His dragon was practically doing somersaults. A quick look at Hudson confirmed he was pretty much in the same shape—hopeful, yet scared.

“I want to bond with you both.”

Connie’s heart soared. To hear Kit agree to become his bonded mate robbed him of words and even the ability to think.

But apparently not Hudson.

A low, growling purr surrounded them as Hudson kissed Kit. Then he reached out, snagged Connie by the front of his shirt, and dragged him into it.

Kit was more priceless than the jewels and antiquities surrounding them. Gold coins clinked and rattled as they settled onto the treasures.

Connie gasped.

Kit giggled.

Hudson plastered his lips to Kit, swallowing the sound. Hopefully, one day soon they’d have his heart too.

Kit ended the kiss and wiggled out of Hudson’s arms. “Let’s go to our bedroom. That’sourterritory—all three of us. Unlike here.”

Connie breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Kit got it. Hudson might have welcomed Connie into his hoard, just as Connie would welcome Hudson into his, but this place was Hudson’s. Just as Connie’s hoard was his.

And as much as he wanted Kit in his hoard, he could wait. To bond with Kit, he was more than willing to wait.

Hudson nodded. Standing, he helped Connie up and then Kit. Once they left Hudson’s hoard and exited the closet, Kit led them over to the bed and promptly sat down on the edge.

Kit patted the space next to him on each side. Once Connie and Hudson had sat down, Kit rested a hand on the top of both of their thighs.

“Okay, so, I don’t think I’m ready to drink blood from the source.” Kit took the time to look at them. “How do we get around that?”

Connie was so proud of Kit. His mate was still nervous—Connie could smell it on him—but there wasn’t a trace of indecisiveness in his scent. He truly wanted this.

“Red wine,” Hudson said. He picked up Kit’s hand and played with his fingers. “Connie? Would you go to the kitchen and get a bottle and a couple of wineglasses?”

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