Page 103 of Dragon Me Through Space

“I’d like that,” I said with a nod.

The sound of a projectile whistling through the air had my head snapping up, but I held perfectly still, remembering the guys said I had to let them protect me.

Zeke’s hand snapped out, grabbing the shaft of an arrow that quivered in his grip a foot away from my face.

Wayne leapt up from his chair, let out his wings, and flew at the wall where a man dressed in all black with a mask covering his face was trying to flee. Wayne caught him and snapped his neck.

The soft-hearted techie looked enraged as he glared down at the body. “How dare you try to harm my mate and endanger my sisters!”

Ah, he was upset about his baby sisters being in harm’s way, too. Now his fury made sense.

There was movement behind me, but I just tensed and didn’t move.

Preston was suddenly standing at my back and I could hear him fighting someone.

I picked up the cup of water on the table and drank from it calmly, like the princes weren’t fighting off people trying to kill me. “Do you think Lyra would want to join us for lunch tomorrow?” I asked the twins.

They nodded. “Definitely!” they both replied.

“She didn’t even react,” an unfamiliar male voice said from nearby. “Her trust in the princes seems absolute.”

Food was brought to the tables and our glasses filled with some type of bubbly drink.

Preston returned to his seat, his clothes not even wrinkled or a speck of dust on them. “I think you’ll really enjoy this,” he said as he picked up his own glass and took a drink.

Wayne grabbed three bread rolls from the basket in the middle of the table, set one on my plate first and then the other two on his sisters’ plates.

The rest of the evening was spent having simple discussions with the twins and listening to them tell stories about things that had happened while the princes were gone. Most of them were trivial things and I realized they must have been trying to get Wayne to relax after the attacks on me. They really were sweet girls.

Finally, after what felt like a year, we said our goodbyes and headed back towards our rooms.

Instead of going to my room, I let Preston take me to his.

A servant watched us, but only smiled and hurried on their way, no doubt to spread rumors of me going to his room.

Once we were inside, Preston pressed me against the closed door, kissed my jaw, and licked up the column of my throat as he whispered, “You were great tonight.”

“Who attacked me from behind?” I asked as my hands worked at the buttons of his jacket and shirt, desperate to get to his skin.

“Someone I’ve never seen before. He’s being held in the dungeons until we go interrogate him and find out who hired him.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t kill him,” I said as I shoved his shirt off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, my hands immediately going to his pants next.

He unlaced my dress and watched as it pooled at my feet, a hungry glint in his eyes. “It was hard not to kill him,” he admitted. “He should die, slowly and painfully, for trying to harm you. And he will, after we confirm who hired him, but I’m certain I know who it was, so his death will come soon.”

“You say the sweetest things,” I whispered as I finally freed his erection and began to stroke him.

Preston picked me up by my butt, carried me to a nearby couch, and set me down. The next second, his lips were suctioned to my clit and I had a death grip on the back of the couch.

Someone knocked on the door, earning a growl from Preston and me.

“Who is it?” he asked between licks.

Wayne pushed open the door, holding a tablet in his hands. “I have an update on—” His words stopped when he noticed what was going on and he slammed the door closed, flicking the lock up as well.

“What’s the update?” Preston asked, alternating between sucking and licking me so fast that I couldn’t even keep track if I had wanted to. Which I did not. I was just trying to keep from screaming my orgasm while Wayne stood in the doorway.

“It can wait,” Wayne growled, set the tablet down, and began hastily removing his clothes. “Why didn’t you have the door locked? What if someone had walked in?”