Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199: Seconded, Buddy

Kael Ashenvale woke up holding everything he ever wanted and hating the sunrise because that meant the clock started. The sun could go get railed by a black hole as far as he was concerned.

Their bodies were a goddamn gold light show. She’d claimed him like territory and she fit perfectly, like she had been reverse-engineered for just him.

One thigh pinning his hip, one arm barricading his ribcage, her head wedged under his chin at an angle that said mine in fourteen languages. Her breathing was slow, deep, and steady. The breathing of someone safe.

His dragon was purring. Full, rumbling, chest-vibrating purring, the kind that only happened when the beast was so content it forgot to be an asshole for five consecutive seconds.

Kael pressed his lips to the top of her head. Held them there. Yes, he was kissing a sleeping woman. No, he never had any interest in the cuddling part after sex until her.

He kissed her temple next, her forehead, her closed eyelids. Everywhere. Each kiss left a brief constellation of gold that faded as he pulled away, and each one fed him something his body had been starving for long before last night.

Her.

The comfort made walking away a motherfucker, and Kael needed to walk. If he didn’t now, he wouldn’t be able to.

He turned her wrist gently and kissed the inside of it. Sparks burst against the thin skin there and she made a sound in her sleep, quiet, a sigh that curled against his throat. His dragon’s purr deepened to a frequency that vibrated the headboard.

The headboard was rattling. The actual, physical headboard was rattling because his dragon was purring so hard it had become a structural concern.

Her back was almost healed. He could see it over her shoulder where the blanket had slipped. The angry, raised welts that had made his blood boil hours ago were fading into thin pink lines, the kind that would disappear entirely by tomorrow.

All from the unholy cocktail of whatever the hell had happened last night. The healer’s medieval plant paste that would have taken a week got thoroughly and cosmically cucked.

His brain said leave. His heart said absolutely the fuck not. His dragon also immediately objected.

Stay. Mate sleeps. We stay.

"She’s going to wake up."

Good. We are here when she does.

"She’s going to wake up naked, on top of a man she barely remembers. Think about that for longer than two seconds."

The dragon went quiet.

We mate again when she wakes. Three times.

Kael exhaled through his nose, then slid her off him carefully.

His dragon whined.

Seconded, buddy, he thought back to the beast.

He pulled the blanket up over her shoulders and tucked it around her body with the precision of a man handling something irreplaceable. Her breathing stayed even. Her face was relaxed, lips parted, eyelashes resting against cheeks that had color in them again.

She looked alive. She looked like the kind of beautiful that should be illegal. She looked like the reason he’d come back from the dead and the reason he was about to leave a warm bed at dawn.

He stood, and moved to her bathing chamber.

Told you. Two flames. One fire.

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