Page 49 of Dragon Bodyguard
Chapter 15 - Misha
They took possession of the cottage. Dmitri hardly even questioned it, didn’t care how long they stayed. He was sorry to receive Misha’s resignation, but he understood. As soon as Misha had spoken to Dmitri about leaving, he’d known it was the right choice to make. For years he had thought he’d stay out his life in this one place, and now he was excited by how there was every opportunity waiting for him. Wherever he and Kristina chose to go next, he was ready for the adventure of it.
He traced a hand down her spine before splaying it at the small of her back as she rode him, slowly. The ways she was clenching around him, he knew she was getting close again. By the sound of her breathing, her orgasm was already building. She rolled her hips around him, and he dug his head back into the pillow as she made him peak with her. His hands lazily traced her hips, her stomach, cupping her breasts as she lay down on top of him. Chest to chest, her face burying against his throat.
He huffed a laugh, slipping his touch to her upper arms instead, wiggling his butt to get her to move and let him slide out of her.
She didn’t, letting him soften where he was.
He shook his head a little but kissed the top of her head.
She snored softly and he paused, staring up at the ceiling.
“Hilarious,” he said, and she giggled. Getting off him, she made herself comfortable along his side, head tucked against his shoulder.
“I thought it was, yeah,” she agreed.
They were both glowing softly. She put one hand up for him to meet, palm to palm, with one of his own. It had become a habit at this point, watching their fingers glow together from within—his veins traced a deep yellow, hers a bright white.
“I’m sorry about your father,” he said.
“He wasn’t my father,” she stated, but the steel in her voice still told him that she was affected by how Ilya had been stripped of his status and exiled.
Aleksander had taken over after him. At least she still had a link to the people she had grown up with, but it was never going to be the same. Especially now that Aleksander was trying to fill his father’s shoes.
“Do you know if Aleksander ever found someone to bind himself to?” Misha asked. “He mentioned something about a mating bond. Wanted to know what I thought of it.”
“What?” Kristina asked, amused. “No, he never mentioned anything like that to me. How strange.”
“Why strange?”
“I don’t know, I guess I just never saw him as the settling down type. He’s always been more like Ilya, you know? Out sowing his oats, and all that.”
“Ilya is married,” Misha protested.
“Yeah, but… isn’t it mostly a marriage of convenience? I don’t really see Caroline as his one true mate, if you know what I mean?” she asked.
“Oh, his one true mate,” Misha said, making her punch him in the chest in a way that almost damaged a rib. “Ow,” he protested. “No,” he then agreed. “I suppose they weren’t true mates.”
They were both quiet for a heartbeat or two before they said in one voice, “Not like us.”
Both of them laughed at how saccharine they were being, but he pulled her in for a kiss and soon the giggles were exchanged for hopeful sighs instead. He wanted to make her heat up in all the right ways again, but first, he did have something to ask her. He broke the kiss, getting her eyes on him.
“We didn’t officially… make it official,” he said.
She knitted her brows, quizzical.
“Make what official?” she asked.
“Our… bond,” he said.
Her eyes rounded and she made him sit up, propping herself up alongside him. “Are you saying you want a ceremony?”
“Yes,” he nodded.
“To declare ourselves to everyone?”
“That’s what I’m saying, yes,” he nodded again.
