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Dravyn lifted his gaze to Killian’s. “Do you think it is wise for me to go?”
“I would be proud to have you at my side,” Killian said, holding his breath as he waited for Dravyn to reply. For Killian, it was an important step for him and his mate to be seen as a united front tending to the people of The Council. It was oneof Killian’s fondest wishes to share every aspect of his life with Dravyn.
“If you do not believe I would harm them with my presence, I welcome the opportunity to visit their village,” Dravyn replied.
Surprised and delighted, Killian kissed his soft mouth and grinned. “Thank you, should we go find Kaedan? There is not much time until the dance.”
“My guess is we will find him in the kitchen filling himself with sweets,” Chander suggested, already moving past Killian and Dravyn toward Hilanore’s domain to find the Grand Warlock.
“I should have asked Noirin to make more pastries for Kaedan,” Dravyn muttered.
Killian winked at him. “I will remind you before next month’s dance.”
A flurry of emotions crossed Dravyn’s face, but he said nothing. Killian squeezed his hand.
“What is on your mind, Dray?” Killian asked as Chander took off with his sentinels on his heels.
“I thought…well…perhaps…perhaps I could visit Castle Leolinnia with you again prior to the next dance.”
“I would like that very much.”
Dravyn cleared his throat. “Are you truly going to bring me to your tree?”
As Killian filled his lungs with his next breath, his mind eagerly conjured image after explicit image of him sharing the plump mattress spread out on the floor of his tree. His rod thickened as he tried to envision the parts of Dravyn’s body he had not yet seen. He could not help but wonder if every aspect of Dravyn’s form was built on the same grand scale as his broad shoulders.
If so, Killian mused his jaw would be greatly tested as he sucked Dravyn’s thick cock. That was a challenge Killian yearned for, and he didn’t have to ask if his thoughts were in his eyes. As he stared at Dravyn, the dragon gulped and his pink flush rose to the tips of his ears.
“Although I yearn to taste you just now, if I relent and give in to my desires, I will teleport to my tree immediately and the dear people of Renata will suffer through the night without my aid,” Killian said conversationally.
“Taste me?” Dravyn echoed in a whisper.
“Yes, I adore your mouth and would love to know how you…taste elsewhere.”
Dravyn’s eyes were wide, and his lips parted, but he kept silent.
“Have I shocked you with my risqué speech?” Killian asked. “I would lie and tell you I did not mean it, but I must insist upon truth in our matebond on every occasion. You fascinate me. The parts of you I have seen…and those which I have not. I should like to know all of you before long.”
Leaning close, Dravyn whispered, “You should wait to say such things to me until we are alone.” He tugged on his tunic and pulled his cloak closed. “I am in a most uncomfortable state.”
Killian was pleased to know he was having such an effect on Dravyn since he was suffering in much the same way thanks to his words and the luscious thoughts bombarding his mind. He grinned. “I promise to make it up to you soon.”
“I fear you are most unrepentant.”
Killian chuckled. “You are correct.”
“Stop it,” Dravyn hissed. Although Killian did not want to end their flirtation, he adored the way Dravyn stood up for himself and insisted Killian act with some decorum. Killian preferred Dravyn to be in control and free with his words. “Save your speech for when we are alone.”
“If you insist.”
“I do.”
“Come then, shall we find Chand and the others?”
“Yes, surely they have noticed you are missing by now,” Dravyn argued.
“They will have noticed we have both stayed behind. I am not the only one absent. You are here with me too.”
“Imagine what thoughts they must be entertaining about what has delayed us,” Dravyn exclaimed.
