Page 93 of Dragon Me Through Space

“You like it, so I’ll deal,” he said, tilted my chin up so my hair got wet, and started massaging my scalp.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned.

He chuckled. “They’re going to think we’re doing other things if you keep making sounds like that.”

“You were really sexy taking out your rage on those Exostalons,” I said and set a hand on his chest to keep my balance as he began shampooing my hair, pressing his fingertips to my scalp hard enough to make my bones melt.

“You may think it’s just posturing, but I mean it when I say that I will destroy anyone who threatens you. I will scorch the entire universe if I have to, to keep you safe.”

Linking my hands behind his neck, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands immediately went beneath my butt to secure me. “Were you mad at them for holding you hostage with those non-shifting bands?”

“Yes, but when I see them, I can’t stop thinking about that snake of a prince they had and what he’d said he was going to do to you.” His eyes shifted into slitted pupils and the air seemed to grow heavier, like it was thick with smoke despite none being around us. “If your parents hadn’t broken your engagement to him …” His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in a thick swallow. “I want to destroy their planet like they did yours, but I don’t think that’s enough of a punishment.”

Pressing my lips to his, I tried to feed all of the emotions I felt into the kiss. He was upset that they’d wanted me as a broodmare. He was upset that someone would have mistreated me. It made my desire for him increase tenfold.

He kissed me back just as passionately, pressed my body against the wall of the shower, and before I realized it, was pressing inside of me.

“Yes!” I screamed and arched back.

He gripped my upper thighs, giving him more access and began to pound into me in slow, steady thrusts. I resumed our kissing, matching our tongue strokes with each stroke of him inside of me. The ridges on the edges fluttered against my walls, making me shatter.

He swallowed my scream with a growl of his own, that turned into purring as he came the next moment.

“I should feel embarrassed about finishing so quickly, but I can’t help it when you’re so tight,” he whispered as he leaned his forehead against my shoulder.

“No reason to feel embarrassed,” I replied immediately. “Besides, we both know that if you had knotted me, I wouldn’t be able to walk for a few days at least.”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my temple before letting my legs drop down, though he kept an arm around my waist to ensure I could stay standing.

After a quick body wash, we got dried off and dressed.

As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, Gage held up a picture of one of the royals. “Pop quiz. Who is this?”

“Prince Garron Rhyx, second child and second son of King Torvek Rhyx, and Zeke’s brother.”

“How do you greet him?” Preston asked.

“What’s crackin’, bro?” I teased with a wide smile.

Preston’s lip twitched as he held back a smirk, while Gage sighed.

“Xoe,” Gage reprimanded.

“Fine. He’s the same level as me, so I’d just greet him casually. ‘Nice to see you again, Prince Garron.’ Or if it’s my first meeting I suppose it would be, ‘A pleasure to finally meet you in person, Prince Garron.’”

“‘A pleasure,’ might be a bit too much,” Zeke said. “He’s a little shit.”

“Her response is fine. She’s trying to get on their good sides in the beginning, remember?” Preston said as he held up another image. “Next.”

“High Queen Seraphyne Vorthal, your mother.”

“Greeting?”

I curtsied, pretending to hold out the side of a dress. “An honor to meet you, High Queen. The rumors of your beauty pale when viewed in person.”

“Oh, she’ll love that,” Wayne said with a scoff.

Preston shot him a look and Wayne resumed whatever it was he was doing with a tablet that was emitting the occasional blue spark.