EASY: His war room. His army. His dragon.
HARD: His wife. His fangs. His dick.
Finally, they were alone. Thank the gods. Maddox's dragon was getting impatient. He was behind her. Big spoon. Both arms around her, fingers interlocked over her stomach.
She fit against him perfectly, and his dragon was purring like the world's most dangerous furnace.
He breathed her in, the ache in his chest settling for the first time since that morning. There was so much he wanted to say.
What came out was: "You're mine. Mate."
He nipped at her ear.
She giggled, which made him grin like an idiot behind her. She had no idea what that sound did to him.
"I don't want to leave you," Maddox said after a minute. His dragon stopped purring to huff in agreement. "I feel your fever."
She rolled onto her back to look at him. "New rule. You're not allowed to worry about me, Maddox."
"That's cute. Denied."
He leaned down. She didn't move. The space between them became a dare and a promise.
