Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Lap-Trapped & Loving It (He Was)

The logistics were in his favor and he was not above using them.

Maddox dropped into the nearest chair with Guinevere still in his arms, putting her in his lap. Exactly where she belonged.

She turned scarlet immediately. He hadn’t even said anything yet. Just existing underneath her was enough to cause this. His ego took a victory lap.

"I’m really okay, Commander." She tried to squirm off of him. She failed.

He waited patiently with his arms locked around her waist like steel bands. Putting her down wasn’t happening tonight.

"You’re cute when you blush," he commented, kissing her temple.

She stiffened the second he did. She was shy. He could work with that.

"I’ll let you go if you call me Maddox."

"Fine, Maddox then."

Negotiation. His strong suit. Not hers, apparently, because she took the deal immediately.

Maddox’s arms didn’t loosen. "I change my mind. I’m keeping you here."

Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Considering his inner circle was actively hiding something from him and his ballroom was a crime scene, he was enjoying this more than he had any right to.

"Maddox, let me down."

"Say that again."

"Let me down."

"No, the first part."

Her eyes widened. The realization landed. He enjoyed every millisecond of it, from the confusion to the understanding to the blush doubling. It was going on a list of things he planned to cause often.

She tried twisting off of him again. Failed again. Completely oblivious to what she was doing to him. Every tiny shift of her body sent fresh heat rushing to his groin. His dragon wanted him to take her. Now. It didn’t care that people were watching.

An unhelpful image flooded his mind of gripping her thighs and bouncing her on his cock in this chair. He stifled a groan, making no attempt to hide his aching erection.

Guinevere must have noticed it because she gasped.

He nipped her earlobe. "If you keep grinding on me, I won’t be responsible for what happens under this silk."

"Maddox, the entire room is watching."

"They just watched you glow, throw champagne in a lord’s face, and crack dragon iron. You blushing in my lap is the least interesting thing you’ve done tonight."

She shot him a look that said she would remember this breach of contract for a very long time.

He laughed hard enough that every head turned. If they weren’t looking before, they were now because the Dragon King did not laugh.

His dragon started purring. Unbelievable. Five minutes ago it was in a panic. Now it was curled behind his ribs like a cat in a sunbeam.

She crossed her arms and stared at the far wall. Dragon speed had its advantages. He scooped her off his lap, angling her body closer to his, and his mouth was on hers before she registered the adjustment.

"Maddox!"

He pulled back, settling her sideways in his lap again. "What?"

The entire ballroom had gone deathly quiet. Her mouth worked twice. No words. The crossed arms were gone. She hadn’t noticed. He had.

He was considering a second kiss when the moment was interrupted. Lux materialized in front of them, wine glass absent for the first time tonight, which meant this was serious.

He adjusted Guinevere to face forward in his lap for Lux. She protested by going completely rigid, which was cute, and refusing to look at him, which was cuter, and he was going to need professional help for whatever was happening in his chest.

"Are you finished moving me?" she snapped, still not looking at him.

"Probably not."

Lux knelt in front of them. "I’m going to be honest with you because I respect you. This is going to be uncomfortable."

"It’s okay, Lux," Guinevere replied.

Lux didn’t say anything else. Her hands came up, palms flat over Guinevere’s chest, and violet light pulsed from her fingers. Dark threads rose from Guinevere’s body. Thinner and smaller than the ones Jaxon had pulled.

Guinevere’s breath caught in her throat and she tensed immediately. Maddox’s hand moved to her back on instinct, rubbing slow circles between her shoulder blades. It didn’t help. He kept doing it anyway because stopping meant accepting he couldn’t fix this.

Lux paused between threads and looked at her. "Your pain tolerance is high."

She resumed unbothered as if that was a mere observation, pulling out one more while Jaxon observed.

"You used what I taught you," Lux said, not looking at him as she worked. "Only dark magic can pull these. You got the ones that hadn’t fused yet. The rest, your magic read as hers and skipped." She held up a thread. "Look at the color. This one’s gold at the edges, already bonded. That’s why it’s painful when extracted."

Maddox exchanged a look with Jaxon that said: Whatever it takes, hire her.

Jaxon returned one that said: She counter-offered and I’m still recovering.

She lies.

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