Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
He had no interest in fucking around when the woman who was his Fated Mate was in the next room. Even if he had, he suspected that having sex with one of the annoying ladies-in-waiting would be like sticking his dick in an icicle. They were all so long and thin and cold—not appealing at all, as far as he was concerned. He liked his women curvy and warm—like Addison.
“Fuck this fucking thing!” he was muttering to himself and tugging at the black leather straps of his harness when he heard the bathroom door open. He turned at once. “Addison, do you think—” he began but the words died on his lips.
Addison was standing there in the doorway wearing a sheer black dress that showed her assents—all of them. His eyes widened as he took in the shape of her large, prominent nipples displayed through the thin, silky fabric. It also clung to her lovely wide hips and the tender V between her legs, outlining the puffy lips of her pussy and the curls on her mound. Gods, she was fucking gorgeous!
“Hey—my eyes are up here, you know!” she snapped and Drago realized he’d been staring at her like a hungry male might stare at a juicy steak. Not only that, but the sight of her naked body under the thin gown had riled up his Drake. The beast within him was alert with interest, seeing what he considered to be their mate through Drago’s eyes and feeling his sexual hunger as he looked at Addison.
“Forgive me,” he said quickly, lifting his eyes to her face—which was a shade of deep, embarrassed red. “I just didn’t expect you to be fucking naked under your dress.”
“I’m not naked!” Addison exclaimed, her cheeks getting even redder. “And anyway, at least I’m not dressed like I’m ready to make a BDSM porno!”
“A what?” Drago frowned, not understanding her words.
“I think I’d better leave now,” the shortest lady-in-waiting said diplomatically, stepping out from behind Addison. “The two of you look amazing though—you’ll be perfect for the feast tonight! I’ll come back and get you once I’m finished dressing myself.”
She slipped out the door, leaving the two of them alone. Addison at once crossed her arms over her chest and went to sit on the bed, where she also crossed her legs. Both gestures irritated Drago.
"You don't have to do that, you know—don't have to hide yourself from me," he said, frowning down at her. "I have self-control—I can keep myself from looking at your beautiful body. You just surprised me at first, that's all."
“Yeah, right,” she muttered. “I don’t think so.”
Drago was stung by her distrust.
“Look, have I ever made any kind of sexual move on you before?” he demanded.
“No,” she snapped. “It’s like you’re made of stone—you never seem to notice me, no matter what I wear…until now.”
Drago wondered if she had any idea how wrong she was. He always fucking noticed her—and the only part of him that was stone at the moment was his shaft which was aching with need. Fuck, the bonding knot at its base felt ready to explode!
“Fuck that,” he growled impatiently. “Just because I don’t stare at you doesn’t mean I don’t notice how beautiful you are. Besides, at least I didn’t insult your outfit. What did you mean when you said I looked ready to make a ‘BDSM porno?’”
“It’s nothing,” she said, her cheeks getting even redder if that was possible. “Just a kind of sexual fetish where people wear a lot of leather and tie each other up and…and do things to each other.”
“They do?” Drago was intrigued. “What things?”
“Sexual things." Addison cleared her throat. "Anyway, they wear outfits like that leather strap thing you've got on." She motioned to the leather harness crisscrossing his bare chest. "You look good too, by the way," she added, her tone softening a little. "I've, er, never seen you with your shirt off before."
“The same way I’ve never seen you without your undergarments,” Drago pointed out. “You look fucking beautiful, but I think it’s better if you put them back on.”
“What? Why?” she demanded, frowning up at him—and still keeping her arms and legs, crossed, he noticed.
“Because just because I have self-control doesn't mean every male does,” Drago growled. “I don’t want that bastard, Lx Sambla to see you like that—he might get ideas.”
“So what if he does?” she demanded. Standing abruptly, she marched over to him, hands on her gorgeous, wide hips. “Lx Sambla is charming and attentive. What if I want him to see me like this?”
Inside, Drago felt his Drake begin to growl. The very idea of their Fated Mate with another male made the beast want to erupt in rage.
“Easy…easy, now! She doesn’t mean it,” he sent, trying to quiet the uneasy rumblings.
“You don’t want other males seeing your assets,” he said aloud. “You’re normally a very modest female. Even on Grethian Five when they asked us both to strip and swim in their sacred river you declined and said you couldn’t swim, even though I know you can.”