Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Four Words Found Their Way Home

Maddox turned the water off and reached for one of Blair’s towels.

It was the kind of soft that made you angry because you knew you’d been using inferior towels your entire existence and nobody had told you.

He wrapped it around Guinevere and dried her gently like she was something precious.

She stood there and let him do it. The trust required to stand still while a man dried every inch of her skin was the kind of trust that lived below thought, in the part of her that recognized him even when her memories didn’t.

He grabbed a short silk robe from the hook behind the door. Navy. He held it open for her and she slid her arms in and the silk hit her skin like cool water. He tied it at her waist, one pull, snug, with the practiced ease of a man who had done this before even if neither of them could remember when.

Guinevere looked down at the robe then at the towels, then grinned so wide it made him smile too.

"What is so funny?" he asked, as he dried himself off.

"It matches," she said softly.

Maddox hadn’t gotten Guinevere that robe. There was zero question in his mind who got that robe and that the matching was intentional.

She didn’t know any of that. All she knew was he was naked and standing in front of her.

The gold light on his skin was steady. He was beautiful. She had the thought before she could stop it, and it was the kind of thought that didn’t need stopping because it was just true. He was glowing and wet and looking at her with gold eyes.

She watched his chest rise and fall. Watched his jaw relax by a degree she had never seen on him. Watched the tension that lived permanently in his shoulders ease by a fraction that most people would have missed. He was happy. She could feel it through their matebond. The man in front of her was happy because she was here and she was his. It was that simple.

He picked her up. One arm under her thighs. She was on the counter before she registered the lift, marble cool through the silk, her legs dangling off the edge while Maddox grabbed a second towel.

He started drying her hair.

His fingers worked through the white strands with a patience that didn’t match a single other thing about him. He squeezed sections of it in the towel, working from the ends up. The gold glow pulsed brighter where his hands touched her hair and the light traveled down each strand like current through a wire.

She had never had a man do this. Omegas, yes. Women who were gentle and efficient, but this was different. The Dragon King was drying her hair like it was the most normal thing in the world. He could have a servant come help her, or let her dry her hair on her own. He was choosing to do it and doing it with such care that it brought a lump to the back of her throat.

"Keep looking at me like that and we’re going to have a problem," he said.

Her face went from glowing gold to glowing crimson in under a second and that’s when she noticed he was hard again.

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