Page 94 of The Forbidden Dragon King
What’s happening to him?
He never lets go of me, bringing me to safety.
When did I start to think of this suite of rooms, his royal dragon nest, assafety?
A sanctuary in this enemy court?
Because I’ve just been shown that as the Golden Dragon, Aurelius could well be the most dangerous creature in the entire realms.
I always was addicted to the thrill of danger.
Being held in Aurelius’ wings, I could either be burned or saved.
Now, wrapped in his scent, feeling his hard chest and the harder press of his giant cock through his breeches, I find that it’s worth the risk.
Aurelius’ study is simple and elegant. The walls are painted white, the floors are plain marble, and it’s bare apart from a large oak work desk in the center with a range of wooden benches along the outside that I’ve seen him pull in front of the desk to use in meetings.
The desk is ranked with neat piles of official papers and two, small amber pitchers.
It’s completely different to Maximinus’ study.
It’s a soldier’s room.
The large, columned windows at the back look out over a manicured rose garden, which is in full bloom. The heady smell of the red roses is intoxicating.
When Aurelius staggers, my concern spikes.
Has Maximinus injured him? Or is this transformation dangerous for him?
“What’s wrong?” I demand. “Should I fetch Lucius?”
“I’m fine.” Aurelius’ breathing is labored.
“Huh, convincing. We’re calling a healer.”
“No need. Wraith will already have heard the whispers about what has happened. Within minutes, War will be stationed outside that door with the members of her loyal guard. Nobody will get through them, and my uncle won’t start such a public civil war. I just need to rest. I can control it once I’m in my room…b-bed…n-n-nest…”
I shout in shock, as Aurelius’ legs buckle, and his wings slide away from me. His arms lose their grip around my waist. I twirl, trying to hold onto him, but he’s too large for me to hold up.
He collapses to the marble floor, cracking his head.
I stare in horror at Aurelius laid out cold at my feet.
When the sparks die on his horns, my breath catches. What if he’s died as well?
I feel sick.
Terrified, I’m panting. I drop to my knees, frantically holding my cupped palm in front of Aurelius’ mouth. I let out a sob of relief, when I feel the warm puff of air and know that he’s still breathing.
Why the fuck do I care this much?
“Dickless fool of a dragon.” I wipe my hand over my eyes. “Your friends warned you that you would collapse. What’s wrong? Is it overwork? Not eating? This primal transformation? Your raven starver uncle’s magic?”
I run my finger over the livid red marks that encircle Aurelius’ neck. Then I lean down to lick them, as poor Omegas are taught to do with wounds in the Moon Court to help injuries to heal.
It’s all I know to do to help.
Instantly, Aurelius’ eyes flutter open.
