Page 52 of His Fate

I watch Posey's eyes darken from the sparkling emerald to a deep forest green. She chews her lip and her scent intensifies, the fragrance thick in the air. I inhale sharply, breathe in her obvious arousal, and that's when I realize just how much power I have, the position I've put us in, how dangerous this is without knowing for sure that she wants to mate me, to be mine forever.

Posey juts her chin out, arches her back slightly, an invitation I would be a fool to decline so I lean down toward her, brush her lips lightly with my own, then when I'm no more than a breath away from her, my beautiful mate throws me off yet again.

"You know you snore when you sleep on your back?"

My head snaps back and I scowl. "I do notsnore."

"You do." She nods and giggles. "But only when you're on your back."

"You speak lies."

"You snore."

"I do not snore. I sleep quite peacefully."

"Oh come on, you snore, just accept it. Not like some big old bear with sleep apnea or anything. It's actually kind of cute."

I scowl and lean back further. "First you claim I snore, now you're calling mecute? Did you wake me just so you could insult me?"

"Oh stop. Everybody snores. You just do it in a much more…adorablekind of way."

I roll my eyes and grunt.

Posey giggles. "It was sweet, Kai! Your pretty mouth parted, soft little snores coming out in even little puffs. So fucking cute."

I let go of her wrists and narrow my eyes, getting ready to sit up and storm out of the room to pout, but I don't get that far.

Oh no.

My mate is fiercely intelligent and takes advantage of my brooding.

The minute my hand goes lax, Posey somehow overpowers me, uses her tiny body to put me on my back, quicker still she grabs my wrists and forces them into the mattress as her strong legs squeeze my hips tight.

I blink up at her, no fucking clue how that even happened, then can't help but laugh when she says,

"Told you I had you conquered." Posey leans down and kisses me then hovers a few inches above my face. "You are so sexy when you pout."

I frown into her next kiss. "I do not pout."

"Are you sure?" Posey presses her lips to my frown and smiles. "’Cause it feels like you're pouting."

"I do not pout and I do not snore. I am a mighty dragon warrior, a king, and kings do neither of those things."

She grins, "Ok, King Sugar Pants, you don't snore."

"Or pout."

"Which is a shame really." Posey kisses me slowly then blazes a path along my jaw, nips my earlobe and whispers, "If you did pout I'd practically be legally bound to make you feel better. As your mate, of course."

That simple statement makes all the blood in my body rush to one area in particular and when Posey notices, the little vixen she is, she very slowly rolls her hips against mine.

I hiss through my teeth when she does it again. "Be careful, beloved. You are playing with fire."

"Maybe I want to get burned."

Fuck.

She is killing me right now.

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