Page 215 of The Chains You Defy

“When you’re concerned, I’m as bossy as I have to be.”

Exhaling, I gave up complaining once more. Maybe this was Dion’s way of dealing with everything that had rattled him to the core.

“It’s alright, Nayana. He simply cares very much.” Ireas appeared at my side and tried to lift the thoroughly arranged blanket, which resulted in an angry growl from my other side. “I have to take this off in order to examine her.”

“She’ll freeze.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You won’t.”

“I will.”

“Will you let me do my job, or do I have to have you removed?” Ireas looked with such a strict glower at Dion that I couldn’t stop a giggle.

Not surprisingly, he showed the younger medic his teeth before he sat back. “If she’s getting sicker, it’s your fault.”

“Be nice.”

“I’m nice. If I weren’t, he would be dead.”

Before I could answer, one of his hands crept into my hair, and I had to suppress a sigh as his fingers deftly massaged my scalp.

Oh holy Triad, that felt so wonderful.

“Noprogression. That’s a good sign.”

“Fine.”

Opening my eyes, I didn’t miss the slight nod Ireas directed at Dion, and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion but was instantly distracted by the prince and his repeated routine of ensuring that the blanket wasn’t even an inch off. Halfway through, he growled, mostly at himself, and dove under the blanket as well, tugging me into his arms, before busying himself with the covers once more.

Thain laughed. “Haven’t watched a better show in ages.”

Dion’s chest rumbled as he growled at the comment. “Shut up, Thain.”

“Have you been like that with your wife too, Antas?” I called over with fake exasperation.

“A fraction. But Dion’s devotion is nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

“Quiet.”

Now, everyone apart from the male in question was laughing, even me. Aligning the fussing fae and the dark prince from two days ago into one picture wasn’t an easy feat.

When he was finally satisfied, he stroked a strand of hair out of my face, and I hummed in contentment.

Dion’s hands splayed on my back and pulled me closer, holding me as if I were to disappear if he didn’t. His chest rumbled louder than I’d ever experienced before, and suddenly, his teeth visited the crook of my neck. He didn’t bite hard, so his canines weren’t piercing my skin, but I felt a sting, and, instead of being shocked or angry, he awakened something deep inside of me, something that shot directly into my core.

What was wrong with me? Getting aroused in such a situation?

“Why are you biting me, Dion?” Divine Immaru, why did I have to sound so breathless? Next, his magic erupted around us, wrapping me in his tendrils, which all vibrated in apprehension. One of them was way too close to where all the tingling gathered, and I gasped when the tip brushed against my underthings.

The perpetrator wasn’t Harc since my pet was resting, circling my ankle, and he didn’t seem very impressed by his friends’ shenanigans.

At this rate, Dion would spiral out of control in no time because there was no way in Udiona all those sensitive fae noses around us wouldn’t pick up on my awakening desire. Which would cause the prince to turn all territorial and murderous once more. And I liked my friends far too much to allow him to slaughter them.

“Ah, His Royal Highness is a biter?” Thain snickered, and I shot him a warning glare, which he, of course, ignored. “He could bite me anytime.”

When Dion didn’t react but nipped me again right next to his first site of attack, I aspired to disattach him before he’d not only ignite a wildfire inside of me but also turn us into a public spectacle with potential lethal consequences.