Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355: Eucalyptus, Sex, & A Man In The Doorway

The word was right there. The smallest, most devastating sentence in every language ever spoken, was sitting on her tongue like a lit match.

She never got to strike it.

Because somewhere between the ’I love you’ exchange and the door exploding inward, Guinevere Lunaris’s life made its daily transition to a shitshow.

Nicholas Shadowfell hit the bathing chamber door like a man who had been running since the matebond told him to and his legs hadn’t consulted his brain about the destination. The hinges didn’t stand a chance. The wood swung inward so hard it bounced off the marble wall and came back at him and he caught it with one hand without looking because the only thing his eyes were doing was finding her.

His chest was heaving. His pupils were blown wide, the molten gold of his wolf sitting right behind his irises like a second man looking through the same face. Sweat lined his temples. His shirt was wrinkled in a way that said he’d been horizontal five minutes ago and vertical for the last four and the transition had involved zero planning.

Guinevere’s wolf detonated.

The surge hit her so fast her spine straightened and her breath caught and every hair on her arms stood at attention. Her wolf threw itself against the inside of her ribs with the force of an animal who decided it wanted its mate and was done pretending walls existed. The sound it made was a whine so loud it vibrated through her teeth.

She was still straddling Maddox. In a silk robe. On a counter. With zero fabric below the waist and Maddox’s body between her thighs and his arms locked around her lower back and his forehead still pressed against hers from the I love you that was two seconds old and already a casualty.

Nicholas’s eyes locked onto her face first. Then they dropped. Took in the robe. The counter. The position. Maddox’s bare back. The steam still curling off both of them. The gold glow where their skin was touching. The smell of eucalyptus and sex and two people who had very recently been doing things that required hot water and zero witnesses.

His mouth opened. Nothing came out.

Maddox went still.

The kind of still that large predators go right before they decide whether they’re going to fight or assess. Every muscle in his back locked under Guinevere’s hands. His dragon didn’t rumble. It didn’t growl. It went quiet, which was worse.

A loud dragon was a dragon with feelings. A quiet dragon was a dragon with a plan.

Then Maddox turned his head slowly. The movement had the controlled rotation of a siege weapon acquiring a target it hadn’t expected.

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