Page 201 of Upon Buried Embers
I still can’t believe that someone wanted me so badly that they took me again and again throughout the night, only sleeping to rest and do it all over again.
Whenever I witnessed sex, it wasn’t nice or pleasant. It was pain-filled because no one wanted it, but I never felt fear with Rohan. He made sure to ask what I wanted and gave it to me.
He let mechoose.
And I chose him all night.
As if sensing my thoughts, Rohan turns, eyeing me and no doubt my red cheeks before he smirks.
I bite my lip. If he were a bird, he would be fluffing his feathers up now from the proud set of his shoulders.
How did the mighty Dragonbond end up wantingme?
A grumble comes from my right, and Drogonah sits up straight, glaring down at Sparks with that eye of his.
“He’s only tiny, Drogonah.” And he is, he barely comes up to his ankles… Do dragons have ankles?
Sparks tries to climb up the front of his leg, clawing him, and Drogonah’s tail comes around, pushing him away.
“Don’t be mean.”
Growl.
Sparks goes back to him and he pushes him away again.
“We will all need to look after him now, and you will eventually have to teach him how to fly when he’s older.”
I smile at the thought. Oh what a grumpy dragon he will be.
He pushes Sparks one last time with his tail, and turns his back on him. If a dragon could sigh like they’re done with everything, it would be Drogonah now.
I watch as Sparks backs up, tail high, feet dancing and then, he runs for Drogonah, pushing off with his back legs and jumping on the base of his tail.
Drogonah growls, whipping around, causing Sparks to fall and land on his back, legs in the air.
Drogonah leans down, jaw just above him and he could easily tear the baby apart. Instead, he blows a ring of smoke around him, warning him with a rumble and I pretend I’m not looking when he nudges him over so he’s standing on his feet again, tail curled around him to keep him safe. All while looking in the other direction with his good eye, chin high.
I cover my mouth, laughing.
“Something funny, Little Whisperer?” Rohan appears in front of me, his hand on my chin to tilt it up. Thumb stroking over my smile.
“Drogonah’s pretending to hate Sparks, but he secretly likes him.” I think for a moment. “Kind of like his Dragonbond.”
He scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t hate him, he’s just my enemy, waiting for an opportunity to kill me in my sleep.”
I huff out a laugh as I reach up to trail a finger down the new braid I did this morning. “There are so many now.”
He grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth. “Twenty-three.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve done twenty-three small braids.”
My eyes widen. “You counted them?”
“Of course.” He looks at me like I’m crazy, and I look at the top half of his head, at all the tiny braids I’ve done on the sides, all pulled back into a bun while the bottom half of his hair is down.
I shake my head. “At least let me replace the old ones, I’m much better now.”
