Page 86 of Courting the Dragon Prince

Onyx’s lip quirked up. “Honestly, like I said, you seem a little out of it, like you’re about to pass out.”

“Sounds pretty accurate,” Luther said.

“Then lie down. I’ll tidy up a bit,” Onyx said.

Luther lay down, tugging the blankets over him. He watched as Onyx picked up the dirty clothes that had been strewn about. He shoved them in a pile by the door. Then he tidied up the plates and glasses and put them on a tray.

Luther frowned. What was Onyx doing? This was servants’ work.

Onyx walked to the door and opened it. He rang a bell that stood on a stand by the door. A moment later, a servant appeared in the doorway. Onyx handed them the tray and spoke to them in low tones. They disappeared. A few seconds later, another servant arrived. The servant handed Onyx a large bucket and then took the pile of dirty clothes and left.

Why was Onyx working alongside the servants?

Onyx took the bucket and walked to the basin. He poured the dirty water from the basin into the empty bucket and then carried the bucket and left it by the door. Another servant appeared with another bucket, and Onyx used that to fill the basin. The servant took the bucket with dirty water away.

By all the dragon gods, what the fuck is Onyx doing?

Luther, or any member of his family, would never do any of these tasks. Ever!

Yet Onyx just went about these tasks like it was expected of him. Luther stared at the strange man. It was one thing to tidy up after oneself during the war in your own tent. But servants should take care of rooms. And even during the war, Luther had had a lower-ranking soldier to serve him most of the time.

The servants seemed unperturbed that Onyx helped them. In Draconia, if Luther tried to do that, the servants would no doubt be perplexed. Luther pondered that. The servants at the White Monastery must be trained for the different servant cultures of their guests. The monks really did think of everything to make their guests’ stays comfortable.

Finally, Onyx spoke in soft tones to one of the servants, too low for Luther to hear. Then he closed the door. Onyx disrobed, putting the clothing away. He went to the basin and washed quickly and perfunctorily.

Despite Luther having spent twice, the sight of all that glorious wet skin made heat rush to his gut. His cock gave a half-arsed attempt at rising. But Luther knew he couldn’t go again so soon. Maybe in a few hours.

Now dried, Onyx grabbed the lantern from the table and came over to the bed. He placed the lantern on his bedside table and crawled beneath the sheets.

“I can’t believe you did all that,” Luther said.

“Did what?” Onyx asked.

“You tidied up the clothes and plates. You changed the water,” Luther said, not hiding the amazement in his voice.

“Well, the servants were the ones who took everything away and then will wash them,” Onyx said. “What do you normally do?”

“I let the servants do their jobs!” Luther snuggled into the blankets. “They come into the room and clean up. I don’t do any of that.”

At Onyx’s frown, Luther said, “No noble in Draconia would!”

“Well, you definitely are a spoiled little prince, aren’t you?” But Onyx smiled, taking the bite from the barb.

Luther smirked. “As I’ve said before, I’m definitely not little. I’ve more than proved that.”

“Sorry. You’re right.” Onyx chuckled. “You’re just a spoiled prince.”

“That’s much better.” Luther smiled.

ChapterThirty-Nine

Luther lay on his back as Onyx shut off the lantern. Darkness descended over the room.

They lay side by side, not touching. But Luther listened to Onyx’s slow inhale and exhale of breath. He could feel the heat radiating off Onyx’s body.

Not long ago, Onyx’s dick had been in Luther’s arse. Luther could still feel the stretch of him. And yet Luther couldn’t quite bring himself to roll towards and wrap himself around Onyx.

Luther stared above. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. No canopy hung above Onyx’s bed. Just a plain ceiling.