Page 49 of Dragon Heir

“Pax,” I cry.

“Will put out the fire,” Sinetar says, sounding entirely unconcerned. He peels off his smoldering shirt and tosses it toward the door. “He’s of the Sea Clan. He can breathe water as well as fire.”

I relax back against True and try to comprehend all that just happened.

Sinetar smirks at me and explains, “Sometimes, when a dragon has too much unspent fire, it comes out at… Inopportune times.”

“I did that?” I ask incredulously.

“It’s a good sign,” he says. His torso is bare, and I can’t help but admire his long, lean muscles. “The more ready you are, the easier it will be to get a fertilized egg on the first try.”

“Fertilized egg. You really know how to make me feel sexy,” I mutter under my breath.

“Maybe not sexy, but a promising sign nonetheless,” True says. It’s so clinical. So cold compared to the fire I just saw raging in his eyes when he growled he was going to fuck me if no one else had the balls to do it.

Behind the door, I hear water running.

“My washroom is now in flames,” I point out. “How is that a good sign?”

“Nothing to worry about,” True assures me.

“Pax is taking care of it,” Sinetar says again. “He’s your servant, after all. That’s his job.”

“He’s my guard,” I remind him with a glare.

“Guard, servant, whatever,” Sinetar says with a shrug. “What’s important is that he can put out fires. I have a feeling he might come in handy again before too long.”

His eyes travel lazily over my body, and my nipples harden instantly, that hot coal of longing burning brighter inside my core. My sex is swollen and throbbing with need.

“So, Sea Clan,” I say, trying to distract myself from the fact that I’m naked and being thoroughly eye-fucked by my much older professor. “You’re Sky Clan. True?”

I turn to my other guard, who’s face has returned to its stoic, watchful expression.

“Ice,” Sinetar answers for him.

Like Shynia. It makes me wonder if they’re somehow related. She did call him by name.

“And what am I?” I ask.

“You’re the queen,” Sinetar says simply. “In theory, a dragon has the powers of either parent. For common dragons, both are customarily from the same clan, so it’s simple. But a queen has lovers from every clan, and therefore, her hatchlings harness all powers, with the fertilizing mate’s powers being strongest. All dragons start with fire, so that tells us nothing except you were so hot you couldn’t handle it.”

He smirks towards the washroom door. My face flames at the reminder.

“Thanks for the lesson,” I mumble, turning away to hide my face and stumbling toward my bureau. “But I think I’m just going to put on some clothes now.”

“Don’t hurry,” Sinetar drawls. I can still feel his eyes on me, can almost picture what he sees, my round ass bouncing with each step, the way he’s probably picturing bending me over my desk the way he did that professor…

Pax steps from the washroom, a grin on his face. “Good as new. Can’t help but think maybe I’m the one who should be getting you all worked up next time. We didn’t see that happening when we fooled around.”

“Maybe that’s because I get her hotter,” Sinetar drawls, casually leaning back against my desk. “You should be thankful I let you watch, youngling. Count that as a free lesson.”

“Okay, let’s not get all competitive,” I say as I grab a nightgown out of my closet. It’s the only item of clothing that I can put on without my ladies, and I throw it over my head and yank it down. “You’re all hot—too hot for your own good.”

“It doesn’t matter who can get her hotter,” True says gravely. “That should never have happened at all. It’s more difficult than we realized to restrain ourselves during your mating cycle. We’ll do better, my queen.”

“I hope not,” I say with a wink.

True’s serious expression remains, and when he shoots Pax a murderous glare, Pax steps up beside him.