Page 119 of The Dragon Warlord

Tristan moves again, pulling the filthiest sounds from me as he hammers his cock in and out of me. “May I … May I come, Alpha?”

“Yeah. Let’s hear you, Riv.”

I moan like I’m dying and then being brought to life again. There are stars behind my closed lids as the orgasm rips through my belly and spreads as fuzzy contentment. Slick leaks down his cock that’s still in my arse in time with the come he shot onto my tunic that’s now drizzling down it.

He lets my unsteady legs straighten toward the floor and holds me until my booted feet are firmly on the ground. “You didn’t come, Alpha.”

“Later. I’m saving mine for later when I’ll get to collapse asleep beside you. I just needed to see you fall apart like that and join with you via my cock. Am I a sap for that?” He works on pulling up my trousers and doing up the laces as I do the same for him.

“A bit, yeah, but I love it.”

“You love savagery.”

“Romantic savagery,” I clarify.

We stare at each other for a few breaths and then he kisses my lips. “C’mon. Before I eat you again, I should eat some real food. Today was brutal. Someone should tell the Warlord not to be such a hard arse.”

I smirk. “And would the Warlord listen?” I ask.

He smirks. “Probably not. I will see if I can bargain for a day off from His Royal Dragonness. The dragon lord owes me one. He won’t see it that way of course. I’m going to bring up the fact that he wanted me to shag his son and if we’re going to have a relationship, I should get to have at least a day with you.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Hey, I win some arguments with him.” He takes my hand, and we head out, intent on visiting the Mess Hall. “And I know you’re thinking that I don’t, but I’ll kindly thank you to stow your comments. I’ve got something to ask you.”

“I wasn’t going to say a word. What did you want to ask me?”

“Tell me what you don’t like. Tell me what you’d say no to, and I know that’s been the challenge,” he says when he suspects my immediate rebuttal. “In public, I’m the Warlord, and that comes with particulars, but when we’re alone … what don’t you want me to do?”

It sounds simple, but it’s not that simple. “I said no the other day,” I point out.

“You did and that was perfect. Do more like that. Not just because I said so,” he adds.

“I’ll try, Warlord,” I say, surprised he’s still holding my hand out in the open. Now that I’ve been filtering more “Tristans” into the mix, I have to be conscious of calling him Warlord in public too. That’s a law that even the dragon Warlord isn’t above. “What if I began with what I don’t like … and what I like.”

“Okay, that’s good. Do you have some fantasies you want to share with me, Omega?”

“I love what you suggested earlier, but I’d want it to happen organically. I’m willing to wait for it to happen.”

“You want me to get riled up enough that I’ll claim you in front of everyone?”

“Yes.” I’m breathless thinking about it.

“Fuck, am I a lucky dragon.”

20

Tristan

Every moment of the day, I crave River. It’s becoming a problem. It’s cutting into my life. I’m forced to seek out my alpha for advice. Yeah, I’m that desperate. Fucking River was supposed to fix everything. That’s far from the number one reason that I’m with him—because I love him even more than I love being Warlord—but I was hoping for the nice side effect of the bond calming the fuck down for once instead of going ballistic.

The dragon lord is at the top of The Tower today in his favorite garden with Rayne and Simone. He’s spread out across both of them like the lord he is, his head in Rayne’s lap and his feet in Simone’s. Rayne runs his fingers through the dragon lord’s hair and Simone rubs his feet. They love him, like, fucking love him. It amazes me that he could be so loved when he’s such a dick.

I guess Corrik is a right arsehole and I love him to death. Fuck, I miss him. I could use his straightforward council on something like this. Instead, I’m left to hope the resident arsehole will offer a word of guidance instead of present me with more riddles.

Bowing before my alpha, I wait as he takes his sweet time. “Oh, you’re here,” he says as if he couldn’t smell me coming. Even without the gift of scent, he’d feel me through the bond. “You may rise.”

“Thank you, Alpha,” I say so that he knows I’m here on a personal matter.