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“Yeah, they will either move it to Sunday or skip it.”
“I wonder how the project to help Zarasha is going.”
“I hate to say it, but if they’d made significant progress, they would’ve jumped at the chance to help her. The fact that they haven’t approached her tells me they’re still struggling with a way to make anything happen.”
Oliver frowned. “I understand there is no easy fix, but I’m sad for Zarasha.”
“They’ll come up with something. They always do.”
“I’m not doubting them, I just want better for Zarasha.”
“Me too. At the very least, she deserves to grow up and find a partner who is as good to her as you are to me.”
“You’re my perfect match. Everyone should have the opportunity to meet someone who makes them feel the way I do whenever you walk in the room. I swear my heart and soul…I can’t describe it exactly…it’s a glow, I guess, inside of me. You do it with your smile. One I know is only for me. Your eyes meet mine, and they radiate with your feelings. You don’t have to tell me you love me because I see it.”
“Owliver, you’ll have me weeping like a baby if you don’t stop saying such beautiful things to me,” Worth complained as Oliver brushed away a fresh round of tears and brushed their lips together. “It’s the same when I look at you. Everything I feel is reflected back at me. You are mine, and I am yours.”
“I can’t wait to bite you.”
“Trust me, I’ve had to fight my dragon whenever you get your hands on me.”
Oliver’s arm drifted under the sheet, and Worth grinned as the owl shifter’s fingertips grazed his naked hip. That was all ittook for Worth’s cock to grow interested. Worth snuggled a little closer to his tempting mate to get more than a simple caress.
“I was thinking we should celebrate our decision to seal our matebond,” Oliver said against Worth’s lips.
“I love the way you think,” Worth replied and opened his mouth to allow Oliver’s tongue entry.
As far as Worth was concerned, they could chitchat later. Worth planned to spend a few minutes recalling the delightful promises they’d made to each other. He was excited for the vows they’d soon make—not to mention the sexy bites they’d exchange. With his dragon roaring with approval yet again, Worth shut off the thinking part of his brain and focused solely on the exquisite body molded to his own.
Chapter 31
If Oliver were a less serious person, he’d describe his mood as giddy. The D’Vaires had swept into action after Worthington and Oliver had calmly announced they wanted to have a matebond ceremony. Now, it was Saturday, and Oliver was in the cheery bathroom attached to Orion’s bedroom, changing his clothes.
Like Orion’s bedroom, the space where he washed up had been designed solely for the little boy. There was a bright purple stool with an owl painted on it to allow him to see the large mirror as he brushed his teeth and easily reach the black faucets. Smooth poured concrete floors in slate gray complimented the white backsplash and hot pink walls.
The towels were a striking mix of the colors Orion had chosen, and there were cartoon owls and dragons painted around the room thanks to Jeremiah. As much as Oliver appreciated the fun space his brother loved, his gaze kept straying to the cloak he’d hung on the back of the door. Oliver had already switched from his chinos and button-down to a loose pair of dark slacks and matching sleeveless shirt, but he needed a moment to appreciate the gravity of the upcoming ceremony.
Nothing mattered more than Worthington. His owl had waited long enough to stake his claim, and his belly jumped with anticipation as he contemplated their night ahead. Oliver had every intention of using all his newly honed talents to give Worthington a night neither of them would forget.
But desire and his eagerness to bite Worthington was secondary to his heart and soul. They belonged unequivocally to the Duke Argent. Oliver sucked in a deep breath and lifted his eyes to the ceiling.
“Thank you, Fate,” Oliver murmured.
Oliver lowered his head and plucked the heavy cloak of pink dragonskin trimmed in white velvet off the hanger. On the back was an exquisite stamp of the D’Vaire crest, and Oliver felt like royalty as he slipped his arms into the long sleeves.
An abrupt knock on the door made him jump.
“Oliver?” Orion asked through the door. “Are you ready yet?”
With a smile, Oliver pulled the door open. “Yes, I’m ready. Are you?”
“Almost. You look really nice.”
“Thank you, so do you. Do you need help with your tie?” Oliver asked, noting the pink-and-white-swirled strip of silk was in his brother’s hand.
“Yeah, I don’t know how to do it.”
“Okay, let me sit so I can do it,” Oliver replied, leading Orion to a striking chair with an asymmetrical oversized back. Everything about Orion’s room was fun and unique.
