Page 105 of The Forbidden Dragon King
His cheeks flush.
I explore along his strong wings further, caressing them.
Aurelius curls around me with a sigh, as tremors wrack him. I’m concerned, until I realize that they’re of pleasure.
Aurelius’ cock is even harder in his breeches.
“Is this okay?” I check in.
“Perfect,” Aurelius murmurs. “No one has touched my wings with this type of intimacy before, gently rather than to cause pain. More,please.”
“I knew that you could be polite. And beg. So pretty,” I tease, throwing his own words back at him.
Aurelius’ eyes slide open, and he gives me a baleful glare.
I only laugh, delighting in the sensual closeness of petting his wings. Aurelius’ breathing picks up. He writhes, as if I’m stroking his cock.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I say.
“I didn’t dream,” Aurelius glows with happiness, “thatyouwould propose tome.”
What…?
My hands falter, at the same time that Aurelius clutches at my lower back, and his hips stutter.
“Freya…” He gasps against my neck.
Did I just make a king come in his pants without even touching his cock? Are a Golden Dragon’s wings that sensitive? Is it because he hasn’t had them touched before?
I smile, kissing Aurelius. “It looks like I did just make you say my name as you came.”
He kisses me back, lazy and blissed out. “But I didn’t scream it.”
Happy as I am, I feel like I’m missing something important.
How is a wing job a proposal?
I draw back reluctantly from his gorgeous kisses. “Just so we’re both clear. Is touching your wings the same as claiming you?”
“Of course, and allowing you to touch them is the same as saying yes.” Aurelius’ expression closes off in a way that makes my stomach drop. “Wasn’t that your intention? Don’t you want to be my Queen?”
I hesitate.
I know that it feels like having your heart shredded to be rejected. After what Bard did to me in the Winter Caves, how can I do the same to Aurelius?
Carefully, I disentangle myself from him, pushing myself off the desk. My tunic hangs open, as well as my breeches. I feel more exposed than if I was naked.
I’m a fucking mess.
Aurelius watches me with wary eyes, pushing himself off the desk as well and pointedly settling his wings behind himself and away from me.
“How would Maximinus react to that?” I ask, carefully.
“Fuck my uncle,” Aurelius snarls. His hand drops to the hilt of his dagger. “Do you know what I found, when I got back from this campaign as the victor of the Second Fae war? I wasn’t the powerful leader, returning intriumph like I expected. I’d bled for this kingdom. Sacrificed my body, pain, and emotions. Yet I returned to a Shadow Court where my only living family member had used my absence to strengthen his position, while poisoning the Council against me, along with borderland praetors who act like warlords in their own right.”
My skin goosebumps. I clutch at my tattered tunic with trembling fingers.
“Is this you giving me the heads up that Maximinus will be out to…?” I mime being strangled by enchanted chains.
