Page 37 of Dragon Heir

“Oh, Ness,” he says, uncovering his eyes and smiling at me. “You’ve got a lot to learn about ruling this kingdom if you think that’s true.”

“I don’t care about ruling a kingdom,” I say honestly.

Pax rolls onto his side to face me, his eyes serious. “Don’t ever say that,” he says quietly. “Not in front of anyone else.”

I hook my leg over his, scooting my body closer.

“It’s true, though,” I say. “Queen, low born—These things mean nothing to me. Nessie and Pax—That’s always made sense to me. I’d rather leave here with you and pretend the rest of it was a dream.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as I rock my hips against his. His hardness throbs against me, and I suck in my own shuddering breath.

“Tell me it’s all a dream,” I whisper, leaning in to brush his lips with mine. My heart beats double-time at the contact that is still so foreign to me. For years, it’s been a forbidden fantasy, and now here we are, in this luxurious bed, and I can touch him.

I’m not supposed to touch him, but I don’t want to stop, and I know he doesn’t either, even if he’s been forbidden. I don’t want to waste this chance because I don’t know what will happen once we climb off this bed and walk out of here.

The head of his cock is scalding hot against the thin lace of my panties, and I rock harder, grinding along his length, letting him feel my desire through the drenched fabric.

“Please,” I beg, pulling aside my panties and sliding my slick flesh along his shaft.

“Fuck the rules.” He’s on me before I can say another word, his lips devouring mine with frantic need. He flips me onto my back and hauls my thigh up, grinding against my clit until I cry out his name. His hand hooks into the lace of my panties, and he rips it open. The thick head of his cock strains against my tight entrance, and I whimper, lifting my hips and trying to impale myself.

“Nessie, I…” His eyes fall closed, and his hands tighten around my hips, pinning me to the soft mattress.

I let my lips trail along his throat where his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard.

“Please,” I whimper again, my voice a needy whine as I try to open myself to a man for the first time. The head of his cock feels impossibly big, like it could never fit inside the tiny opening of my virgin flesh.

A loud knock sounds on the door, and we break apart. Pax shoots up from the bed, shoving his cock into his pants and straightening his clothes as the door opens. True stands in the doorway, flanked by two people I don’t know. Instead of his usual attire, True is decked out in what must be royal garb, including a green velvet coat and a sword sheathed and hanging from his belt. His long, wild hair has been tied back and oiled so it lays tightly against his head.

In one sweep, his opaque blue eyes take in the room. My face flushes hot as I sit up, smoothing down my dress and praying he didn’t see anything private.

“Your majesty,” says one of the girls flanking him. She steps past him and drops to her knees, her hands folded in front of her chin. She bows deeply, until her bony elbows touch the floor. She’s tall and extremely skinny, with spiky white hair and light brown skin.

I glance sideways at Pax, who stares stone-faced back at True. They seem to be caught up in a silent battle-of-wills, so I turn back to the girls. The second girl has followed the example of the redhead, dropping laboriously to her own knees and bowing low. She’s opposite the tall girl in nearly every way—short and full-figured, with long black hair and ghost-pale skin. They are both wearing green velvet dresses.

“Wait, are you talking to me?” I ask after a second. “Because you really don’t have to call me Your Majesty. And you definitely don’t have to bow. Seriously, get up.”

The girls clamber to their feet. “We’re your ladies in waiting,” the short one says. “I’m Kimbra.”

“I’m Yadira,” the tall one says. “Your Maj—”

She breaks off, and there’s an awkward moment of silence.

“A word, youngling,” True says to Pax, his eyebrows drawn together in a fierce frown.

Pax shuffles out, looking chagrined. True gives me a quick nod and steps out, pulling the door closed behind them. I look from one girl to the other. “So… What exactly does a lady in waiting do?”

The girls exchange looks, and Kimbra titters cutely behind her hand.

“For starters,” Yadira says, cutting her eyes at the bed. “They don’t do that.”

Chapter Fifteen

True

I want to strangle the youngster who was charged with guarding the princess as she grew. He is too young to have been given that job, and he’s too impulsive to have the one he does now. He brushes a hand across her shoulder as he leaves her side, and my anger rises. I can smell her arousal, her wet sex, but it’s the longing on her face as he walks away that just about kills me.

From the way Pax is hanging his head, I know he can sense my disappointment. I’m glad. He can’t just go around taking any woman he wants—especially not Princess Vynessa. Not if he wants to keep his head attached to his shoulders.