Page 62 of Courting the Dragon Prince

It rankled, but Onyx didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to make their wedding day any more difficult than it needed to be.

A sense of apprehension pulsed through his veins. He didn’t know what to expect tonight. Of course, he desired Luther. But it felt like they were always walking on unstable ground that could collapse beneath their feet at any moment.

Guards stood outside the section provided for the Draconian royal family. The Draconian guards saluted and opened the doors in perfect synchrony.

Luther and Onyx strode into a hallway. They passed a large sitting room. Onyx glanced around, noticing the dragon banner hanging over the hearth. He tried to examine the room more, but Luther led him down the hallway before coming to a stop.

“This is my room,” Luther said as he opened the door and stepped in.

A servant waited in the room. He stepped forward. “Your Highnesses.” The servant bowed. He gestured to a tray. “Wine has been prepared as well as some food, should you wish it.” The servant had also been busy lighting candles around the opulent space.

A seating area with several chairs and a table took up a large portion of Luther’s room. A dresser and several cupboards lined one wall. A large four-poster canopy bed stood towards the back of the room.

“Will you need any further assistance tonight?” the servant asked.

“No. Thank you,” Luther said. “I am sure if I need help undressing, my husband will be more than capable of assisting me.”

Onyx’s cheeks flushed. The servant bowed and left. The door clicked shut.

Luther removed his circlet, strode towards his dresser, and placed it down. Unsure what else to do, Onyx followed a step behind him.

Onyx felt like he should say something. But he knew not what. So he remained silent. He did not know what to do in this situation. He did not know what to say that would not upset his husband.

Fuck. My husband.Onyx let out a breath.Luther is my husband.

Luther reached for the clasp of his dragon-scale robe. The green scales gleamed in the candlelight. Onyx had a desire to stroke them. Instead, he watched as Luther tossed the robe carelessly across a settee. Luther reached for the leather straps that held up his breastplate and froze, turning towards Onyx.

“A little help.” Luther raised a brow.

“Of course.” Onyx rushed forward and began to assist Luther undoing the buckles and straps.

Luther didn’t seem to be trying to get a rise out of him. Somehow that made Onyx even more off balance. At least he knew how to behave when they snarled and snapped at each other.

Onyx removed the breastplate, and Luther rolled his shoulders.

“Where do you want this?”

“Just place it over there.” Luther gestured to a spot against the wall.

Onyx leaned the breastplate against it.

Luther massaged his shoulder. “It’s heavy. But one must dress up for such important events.”

Onyx glanced down at himself. He considered his current clothes quite fancy, the embossed leather coat with accents of silk. It was very different from the simple grey robes he’d worn at the mountain temple or during the war. But even what he wore today, his very best outfit—it was nothing compared to Luther’s.

Luther removed his shirt, tossing it on top of his dragon-scale robe.

Onyx’s mouth dried. He stared at Luther’s muscular frame with a smattering of hair covering his chest and flat brown nipples. Onyx’s hands twitched with the desire to run his hands over that delicious skin.

“Onyx?”

“Yes?” Onyx croaked.

A playful smile danced on Luther’s lips.

Onyx frowned. Not long ago, this man had ignored him for almost two weeks, and when he hadn’t been doing that, Luther had been snarling and deliberately trying to annoy Onyx.

Now he smiled?