Page 12 of Fight Fire With Fire

8

Ember

Being sequestered in a room inside The Abyss should have been scary, but I liked the little bubble Dawson and I had found ourselves in. The suite Adan had assigned to us was nothing like a prison with its king-sized bed and private bathroom, along with a sitting room that had a fully stocked wet bar.

We spent our first night here whispering in bed between bouts of lovemaking. Ironically enough, I couldn’t imagine a better place to be while my consort and I got to know each other. We were comfortable and had plenty of privacy—which we’d put to good use.

My yearning for a family of my own was probably the reason I’d thrown myself into this relationship with Dawson without any hesitation. That and the fact that we’d been paired together twice over—by my goddess and his fate. There weren’t many couples who could say the same.

Other than the person who had delivered dinner to us last night, we hadn’t seen anyone since we stepped onto the elevator. At that thought, my stomach growled, reminding me how many hours it had been since our last meal…and that we’d burned lots of calories in the interim.

“Put on one of the robes, baby. Our breakfast should be here any minute.” I rubbed my cheek against his muscular chest to mask my grin, but I was quickly learning that nothing got past Dawson. He patted my butt and asked, “What’s so funny?”

I tilted my head back to grin up at him and explained, “We both know you’re going to make me stay in here when they roll the dining cart into the sitting room.”

He arched a brow. “And?”

I giggled. “Yet you’re still going to make me wear a robe while they’re in the suite. With the bedroom door closed so nobody can see me.”

Hooking his hands underneath my armpits, he dragged me up his body until our mouths were almost touching. “Your goddess paired you with a dragon shifter, baby. I am territorial as fuck. Especially when it comes to you. You’re going to have to get used to it.”

I rubbed my nose against his. “I didn’t say that I minded it. My smile started this conversation, remember?”

He brushed his lips against mine before asking, “You like how I go a little overboard when it comes to you, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say a little,” I teased. “But yeah, I like it.”

“I’m glad to hear it, but I have to admit I’m surprised.”

“How come?”

“I’m not close with any human females since my sister, mom, aunt, and Damien’s mate are all shifters. But I expected you to be a little leery of my shifter traits since you don’t have a lot of experience with us.”

I liked that the only women he listed off were ones he was related to. “For all you know, I’m going to be just as territorial as you.”

“That would be totally fine by me.” He gently nipped my bottom lip. “And so fucking sexy.”

There was a knock on the door, and I pointed at the bathroom door. “Put your robe on when you grab mine. I don’t want you answering the door like that.”

“Bossy.” He brushed a quick kiss against my lips. “I like it.”

I laughed as he strode to the bathroom and tugged on the bigger robe before tossing the smaller one toward me. Sitting up, I slipped it on and waited until I heard the door close after the room service attendant rolled the breakfast cart into the sitting area. Then I slid off the mattress and padded into the other room, my stomach letting out another growl when the delicious aroma of scrambled eggs and bacon hit my nostrils. “Mm, smells great.”

“Even if it doesn’t taste good, I’m still going to clean my plate. We worked up a hell of an appetite last night,” he murmured, holding a chair out for me at the small table.

I felt a little tingle of pleasure as I remembered all the mind-blowing orgasms he’d given me. “That we did.”

We were quiet as we dug into our meals, swapping a slice of my toast for one of his pancakes as we devoured the food they’d sent up. By the time we were done, my belly was full, and there was barely a crumb left on either of our plates. “Definitely not prison food.”

Dawson chuckled and nodded. “Much better than anything I can do in the kitchen.”

That didn’t bother me since it was one of my favorite places to be. “I love cooking and baking.”

“Beautiful and talented,” he murmured with an appreciative grin. “I’m a lucky man.”

The ringtone that I used for Blake echoed around the room, and I realized I hadn’t taken my cell phone out of my purse in all the time we’d been here. And I hadn’t let him know any of what had happened since I arrived at The Abyss. He was probably sick with worry from not hearing from me in so long.

“Oh no,” I cried, jumping out of my seat to grab my phone.

---