Page 77 of In the Embrace of Dragons

I nod pathetically.

Quillion leans his head into the room. I didn’t realize we’d left the door open.

“How can you be greedy when the king wants the same thing?” he asks in a gruff tone. “He gets to have it all, but you don’t?”

I blink.

Ari nods at Quillion. “He has a point.”

“Why don’t you go see King Vizarios?” Zephala suggests. “He may know what to do.”

I think her advice is sound. My husband knows Ragnakor much better than I do. Maybe he has insight that could be helpful.

I change into a loose robe with nothing but a tie around the middle and head down the hall. The two guards standingoutside the king’s quarters step aside. When I knock on Vizarios’s door, I hear a tired groan.

“What is it?” he calls.

“It’s me.”

Footsteps hastily cross the floor and the door opens, revealing a beautiful green-blue dragon with bright yellow eyes and fangs like daggers. He smiles when he sees me, a true smile, and he gestures for me to come in.

Before I can speak, the door shuts, and Vizarios’s claws find their way to the rope holding my robe closed. He unties it, then shucks the whole thing off to the floor. He’s in his own evening robe, and it’s already starting to lift at his crotch.

I almost forget why I’m here when he falls to his knees in front of me, pushes my legs apart, and licks right at the apex of my thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” Vizarios says, panting. He swipes over my clit again, back and forth, until my legs are shivering underneath me. “How you taste. How I just want to eat you over and over.”

When I’m close to falling, Vizarios gets to his feet again and picks me up, lifting me by the ass so he can carry me to the bed. He drops me on it, and without taking his robe off, pushes it to one side to expose his cock. His breathing is fast, his pupils so large they take up most of his eyes. I feel it, too—this need burning right at the juncture of my legs.

Without any further preamble, he leans forward until the tapered tip is pushing inside me. It’s perfectly shaped to open me up, and I fall back to the bed as he plunges in nearly halfway on his first thrust.

“My queen, you feel”—he reels his hips back, and then sinks in farther, testing my limits—“incredible. Your cunt is so tight, your legs so perfect, andthese...” Vizarios lowers his head to nip at my breasts, palming one in his big, clawedhand. “Will you suckle my dragonling with these? Grow it healthy and strong?”

Why is talk like that turning me on? But it is, and I’m helpless as Vizarios carries both of us off, teasing me with his claws and muttering filthy nothings as he fucks me. Soon he’s on top of me, caging me in with his arms, plunging into me and scraping my collarbone with the tips of his fangs.

It’s wonderful and delicious and yet... it isn’t what it should be. It doesn’t feelwhole.

When I come, the power of it rattles me. Vizarios roars his victory, and he hikes my hips up so he can set an even more blistering pace. Soon, he’s snarling, drool dripping from his lower fangs as he meets his finish. He ejects everything inside me, his cock spasming as he falls to the bed on top of me.

But it feels wrong for the two of us to be alone, to not have my Papa with me. I miss his calming presence, his gentle words, his soft touch.

“Nissia?”

Vizarios saying my name draws my attention. He peers down at me with his head tilted.

“You’re crying.”

I gasp, and sure enough, there are fat, wet tears in the corners of my eyes. I hastily wipe them away, and Vizarios rolls off me so he can curl around my side.

“Sorry,” I say, sniffling. “I don’t know what that’s about.”

His brow lifts like he doesn’t believe me for a moment.

“I mean, it was great, it wasfantastic, but...” The tears start fresh again. “It’s not the same. It wasn’t... it wasn’t right without him.”

Vizarios does not appear surprised at all to hear me say this. He sighs and slings an arm over my belly.

“Ragnakor has always been a strange dragon,” he says after some moments have passed. “Perhaps I think he’s strangebecause he’s so unlike me. He is never driven by pride, only by honor. He does things because they’re right, not because he does or doesn’t want to.” Vizarios lifts himself up onto one elbow to look down at me. “I’m not hurt that you want him, you know.”