Page 70 of Her Dragon Daddy Disaster
Levi
Two days passed.
Two perfect, beautiful days that Sarah, Jakub, and I shared as a family. Bonding and growing, learning how to coexist as a unit of three. I loved every second of it. Being a father didn’t come naturally, but I found I loved the challenge. I loved expanding my mind, forcing it to think in different ways to answer the demands a four-year-old had of it.
Now, as I watched Sarah put Jakub to bed, whispering in his ear as he giggled, I took a moment to mourn everything I’d lost, through my own neglect and assumption that things between Sarah and I had been nothing but physical all those years ago and not something more. Something deeper. My dragon rumbled contentedly in my mind as it always did when either of them occupied my deeper thoughts. The only thing it wanted now was more. More Sarah. More Jakub. More kids.
I tried to imagine what she would look like as her belly grew full and her body prepared to nourish the life within. My shorts grew tighter at the image. There had been no more real talk of a second child, and I didn’t push it. They were still settling into their new life in their new home. It wasn’t like moving to the next town over. It was something wildly different. They needed time to adjust to their new life before we began properly expanding it.
A cool breeze wafted down the hallway. Not much, a hint of fresh air, nothing more. But it was enough.
Easing off the doorjamb, I ghosted down the hallway, silent as death. Somewhere in the condo, a window or door had been opened, letting new air inside. Nobody was calling out or announcing themselves.
Why not?
A prickly sensation worked its way down my spine one vertebra at a time.
Nothing was out of place in the common area. There were no figures waiting to rush down the hallway. My brain was filling me with all sorts of doomsday scenarios.
The sovereign had discovered our plans and sent a team to arrest me. Or worse, kill me.
The loyalists had infiltrated our ranks and done much the same.
Any number of other terrible situations presented themselves.
What eventually presented itself before me was not any of that. As I scoured the condo for intruders, a fresh waft of air drifted past. I immediately spun, facing the door to the roof.
“Hello, Levi,” a throaty voice purred followed by one long, bare leg stepping through the entry, bringing with it a tall, scantily clad blonde. She stepped into the condo, a picture ofgrace and sensuality, somehow managing to drape herself across the structural features of my condo while looking fantastic.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as Lydia approached. She wore lingerie as red as my scales.
I doubted it was a coincidence.
“I’m here to show you what awaits you,” she breathed, not slowing as she entered my personal space.
Stiffening, I tried to back up, but my shoulders hit a wall. She had me pinned.
“What are you talking about?” I tried to sound dismissive, uncaring.
But it was hard with a nearly six-foot seductress intent on keeping me where I was, using all her assets to take control by more basic and instinctual means. So, I failed in my attempt, and from the glitter of success in her heavily painted eyes, she knew it.
“All these years,” she purred. “You’ve been such a good boy. Waiting, keeping your distance. But you won’t have to do that any longer.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“Do this, and I can be yours,” she whispered, bringing one knee up to the wall next to me and breathing the words into my ear. “All of me. Every. Single. Inch.Yours.”
A much younger Levi cried out in excitement at the chance to live out his fantasy. Something I’d at one time wanted more than anything else.
Yet, at that moment, a mask was lifted. Not from my eyes, but from Lydia. I truly saw her for the first time. What she had become.
Using her body to try to get me to join the palace assault when sheknewI’d taken a human woman? It wasn’t all thatoutlandish. Many dragons would think of Sarah as little more than a concubine, a pleasure toy I kept around until she wore out her fun.
Lydia knew better, but that wasn’t the true ugliness that twisted around her, manifesting right in front of me.
She knew how much her choice had hurt me when we were younger. How hard I’d worked to be able to stay friends with Malakai. It hadn’t been easy. There were weeks, months even, when being around the pair had caused physical pain. Debilitating, at times, because of the sudden and shocking decision she’d made seemingly out of nowhere.
Now, she came to my house in the middle of the night dressed likethatand tried to offer me something she’d taken away? Dangling it over my head like a carrot. A trap that had no exit. I knew if I eventhoughtabout taking a bite, I would never be the same again.
