"It is unfair," Kaelen whined.
Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his broad chest. His silver ears, which he had manifested just to look sadder, were flattened against his head.
"I have not bedded you since the Great Construction. My stamina is at peak levels. I have eaten the steak. I have lifted the logs. I have done everything!"
Roxy sat on the edge of the bed, trying to lace up her boots while suppressing a smile. "Kaelen, honey, we have four children under the age of two. Someone has to make sure Drax doesn't teach the triplets how to start a campfire in the living room."
Roxy shivered at the thought.
"Zarek can watch them!" Kaelen argued, pointing a clawed finger at the Dragon King.
Zarek was standing by the fireplace, looking insufferably smug. He had already donned his black silk robe, leaving the front open just enough to show off the hard planes of his chest. He looked like a dark god prepared for worship.
