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Sten had pledged loyalty, but he still watched and analyzed the new dragon on the throne, questioning if he’d made a mistake. He still wasn’t sure—except when he considered Marli, and what Kargassa’s plans for her people meant. The longer he worked alongside the Aeleftherians, the better he understood them. His respect for the females grew.
They weren’t so different in most things.
Can we make this fanciful dream work? Bring peace between the two tribes? Time will tell.
For now, he’d do his due diligence where his tribe was concerned.
He was pleased that Jori acted on his advice about the funeral and had thrown so much time and effort into it. The effects were rippling through the mountain. The males were talking, assessing, gossiping about what it all meant. What would happen next? When would the other shoe drop? With Kargassa, there was always something else.
Sten remained the eyes and ears for the king. The more he helped Jori, the more Marli seemed to accept him.
His gaze swept her again as they rode the elevator up. He stood slightly behind her. Now and then her head would turn, as though locating him. His hands itched to touch her. To slide over her shoulders, down her arms, and around her waist.
To pull her into his arms.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d held someone—or been held—in such an intimate way that wasn’t just fucking.
He resisted the impulse to brush her hair from her nape and plant kisses along the curve of her neck and shoulder.
Sten was so hard for her, breathing was difficult.
Especially after that kiss.
He thought he’d been in control. Until she opened to him, gripped his neck and all he could think about was giving her anything she wanted, that would make her even hotter for him. He’d hand her every fucking book in the library if it meant she’d turn that luminous gaze on him.
He suddenly realized it wasn’t just his balls that were aching.
His heart ached, too.
Stenlen really didn’t want to be looking at the other male dragons for the rest of his life. He also wasn’t thinking of any other female dragon he’d known over the years, either.
Just Marli.
Since her arrival.
Since she’d pinned him to the floor and threatened to rip out his throat, hers was the only face he’d thought about since. At first, it was mostly her ass. Then both equally. Now, he realized he thought of her face more, especially when she smiled.
And now he had the feel of her soft lips and the taste of her tongue to add to that delicious list. He was beginning to understand that her scent had imprinted on him long ago, during that very first encounter. And he’d lost her. Had fate brought her back to him?
The elevator doors slid open. She stepped forward, then paused. Over her shoulder she said, “If you have any books you’d like to talk about, you know where my room is.”
She strode away.
His fist shot out to stop the doors from closing.
Hell yeah!
His new favorite book was Dragon Intimate Relations. He could tell her all about it. Better yet, show her all the drawings he’d memorized.
Books are fucking awesome.
Chapter 13
Marli handed Stenlen’s book to Odson, glancing briefly at the title to see that it was a historical atlas of some kind. The leather binding was thick and crackled, the pages deeply yellowed, with their edges crumbling.
She noted Kymri had lured Jori inside with Odson’s new mystery.
Elora and Jonathan also joined them.
