Page 105 of Gold Sector

I find him standing beside the nest with a tray in his hands. I wait, expecting him to join me.

He doesn’t.

“What’s wrong?” I ask groggily. I feel like I’ve been sleeping for days. Maybe I have. The last…How long has it been?

I don’t know.

A week?

Two weeks?

I’m not even sure what day it is. At least the rising sun off the balcony tells meit’s morning.

“I know better than to set food in the nest,” Oros tells me, making me frown.

“What?” That seems strange. Why would food not be allowed…?

I nearly gag, the notion suddenly making me nauseous.

“Oh.” Yeah. Food doesnotgo in the nest. “You’re right.”

“I know.” His lips quirk up a little. “I learned my lesson when I tried to feed you strawberries during the first day of your heat. You threw the bowl onto the floor and hissed at me.”

I grimace. “Oh,” I dumbly repeat. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I enjoy your directness. It makes your submission that much sweeter.” He lifts the tray. “So can I tempt you to join me in the living area? I suspect you’re hungry.”

I run my gaze over his sculpted torso to the tray and down to his black pants. He looks fresh and clean and delicious. “I’m very hungry, yes.”

He smirks. “For food, printesa mea. If you eat for me, I’ll reward you with my tongue.”

I shiver, liking that promise. “Okay.”

Stretching again, I roll out of our nest and pause when something tightens my nipples. Glancing down has me gasping at the gold hoops piercing my flesh. Another adornment hangs from my belly button.

And there’s a fourth in the hood above my clit.

I gape at that last one, my fingers automatically seeking it out.

He pierced me.I knew he wanted to.But there?

My possessive dragon side wanted to mark your pussy,he murmurs into my mind.I tried to placate him with the idea of more lingerie, but he was insistent. However, if it bothers you, I can remove that one.

My gaze snaps up to his. “No.” It comes out strong. An immediate refusal. “I like your gold markings.” They’re almost as prominent as the crescent ones left behind by his claiming bites.

I expected two, but I somehow have three. Two on my neck and one on my breast.

He has the one I left near his heart and another on his neck.

“There’s a third near my knot,” he tells me, his eyes glittering with knowledge. That knowledge is either from hearing my thoughts or inspired by the memory of how I bit him down there.

I’m not sure.

But I suddenly wish I could remember sinking my teeth into that area of his body.

“We can do a reenactment later,” he says, obviously listening to my thoughts.

I don’t mind.