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I will not bed a woman who has taken another while I am chasing her.Geryon was not the type of Dragon who liked to share.

There may be another reason as well, one he was angry with himself for.

I considered courting her once the gala was over, if she was not chosen.He hadn’t made any decisions, but there was something about her that made thoughts like this grow.

He could have taken his time with her then. He could have sniffed around her when she was no longer inside the palace to find out who she really was – and if it made her someone of interest to him in the long term.

It would have been cruel, because he would have had to fake his own death when her life was creeping towards its end. He would have given her enough wealth and her own manor to be widowed in, to grow old in. Since he wouldn’t have allowed them to breed a Witch, he would have convinced her to take in an orphan if she sought a child.

Other Dragons have done this.It wasn’t uncommon. Sometimes, they took a human to live in their lairs, sometimes they lived as a human among their kind.

Geryon no longer wanted to be alone when he’d found someone so tantalizing.

Perhaps this was a blessing. I cannot grow fonder of her now.Yes, that was what he decided.

With a calm resolve, Geryon opened the door to Bradwick’s bed chamber without hesitation. No guards stopped him, nor was the man shocked.

“You are very late,” Bradwick stated while a servant was helping him dress. “I ate breakfast on my own.”

“I did not want to disturb you, in case you still had your bed guest,” he answered, before walking forward to take a seat in one of the lounges.

He made himself comfortable, like he always did. He placed one ankle on the opposing knee, his jaw and cheek in his palm, and rested his elbow on the arm of the sofa.

“What a woman,” Bradwick laughed, lifting his arms back so a servant could put his coat on. “She knows how to please a man. With the way she screamed, I would not be surprised if the entire palace heard her.”

The grin he gave to the ceiling while he reflected on his night caused Geryon to curl his upper lip back.

His nose crinkled tight.And yet she remained quiet with me. Did she allow Bradwick to break her?Why did that make seething rage build under his skin and boil his blood?

“It seems you thoroughly enjoyed yourself,” Geryon bit out.

“It was exciting. She obviously wishes to become my queen consort, since she kept me up for most of the night. I grow hard just thinking of it.”

Geryon averted his eyes to the side, wishing to concentrate on something other than the man in front of him, who was pleased with the female he’d been desperate for.

“And yet you once said you thought she lacked passion.”

Bradwick turned his head to him with a frown. “I do not believe I said that about Lady Wyetta. I always thought she would have passion inside of her.”

“Lady Wyetta?” His head came away from his palm in surprise. “Did you not bring Lady Cecily to your bed chamber?”

“I tried to, but she had not been feeling well, something to do with the heat and sun.” He gave a laugh while shaking his head. “That worked in my favour. I was disappointed until I came to my bed chamber to find Lady Wyetta laying on my bed... naked.”

Geryon fell back in the chair.She did not take a turn on his cock.He grinned, realising he could still chase after the woman.I can continue to try to catch my vicious butterfly.

Then he winced before running his hand down his face. Now he understood her behaviour towards him this morning.I was rude to her.She told him he would regret his tone.

She could have told me. Instead, she chose to keep the truth hidden.It reminded him of the quick strike of a scorpion, attacking without care with its venom. It made him dabble his tongue at the seam of his lips, thrumming with want.

She retaliates with cunning lethality when angered.Like her slap, it made him want to fuck her even more.

Now that he knew it wasn’t Cecily the king was speaking of, Geryon had no issue allowing him to talk on this subject for as long as he pleased.The more he speaks of Wyetta like this, the higher the likelihood he will select her over Cecily.

When the conversation finally ended, Geryon followed him while he performed his tasks as king.

For a week, he’d been ignoring letters, and there was much to speak of in the terms of the kingdom. Bradwick had a personal scribe write for him, whether that be notes or letters.

Some of the court was with them, those required for the discussions. Some involved taxes, others major crimes they’d received letters on. They also discussed the ball that was to happen in three nights, and the extra security measures required.