Holy Smokes
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“Will you support him?” Uncle Damian asked Drake.
His hands were warm under the blanket, stroking my thigh. “I would like to think that our septs will once again support one another, but much of that depends on Kostya.”
Uncle Damian was silent for a moment. I knew he wasn’t any too fond of Kostya, despite the fact that he’d helped us with the red dragons, and I expected he was just keeping quiet out of respect for Drake’s feelings, but he surprised me when he said finally, “Give him time. He’s still suffering from being imprisoned. I did a spell as a POW—you never really forget that. He may come around yet.”
“That is my hope,” Drake agreed.
“Yes. Well.” Uncle Damian looked vaguely embarrassed and cleared his throat. “I’ll be on my way. I’m glad to see you so happy, Aisling. Drake, if you don’t take care of my girl, you’ll have me to answer to.”
“He’ll have me to answer to, and that’s a whole lot scarier,” I told my uncle, kissing the cheek he leaned down to present. “Call me when you get home so I know your flight landed OK.”
He nodded. Drake started to move me off his lap in order to see my uncle to the door, but he waved him back. “You stay there and make sure my niece is as well as she says she is.”
“You’ll come and visit us to see the baby, won’t you?” I called after him.
“Wouldn’t miss it. Be well, Aisling.”
“Love you,” I called, covering Drake’s ear so I wouldn’t deafen him. “Now then, husband mine, I believe you were going to give me a thorough examination to make sure that I was, in fact, just as delectable as you found me before the wedding?”
The fire was back in his eyes. “What form would you prefer this examination to take, kincsem?”
“I was thinking a full body exam, perhaps in the tub, with that spicy frankincense oil you used. What do you think of that, dragon of my dreams?”
“I don’t think you’re going to have the energy to dream tonight,” Drake answered, hoisting me up as he got to his feet, the burn of his lips almost as hot as the burn he started within me.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I asked, licking his lower lip.
“Both.”
I smiled to myself as he carried me up the stairs to our bedroom. “Make me burn, baby. Make me burn.”
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His hands were warm under the blanket, stroking my thigh. “I would like to think that our septs will once again support one another, but much of that depends on Kostya.”
Uncle Damian was silent for a moment. I knew he wasn’t any too fond of Kostya, despite the fact that he’d helped us with the red dragons, and I expected he was just keeping quiet out of respect for Drake’s feelings, but he surprised me when he said finally, “Give him time. He’s still suffering from being imprisoned. I did a spell as a POW—you never really forget that. He may come around yet.”
“That is my hope,” Drake agreed.
“Yes. Well.” Uncle Damian looked vaguely embarrassed and cleared his throat. “I’ll be on my way. I’m glad to see you so happy, Aisling. Drake, if you don’t take care of my girl, you’ll have me to answer to.”
“He’ll have me to answer to, and that’s a whole lot scarier,” I told my uncle, kissing the cheek he leaned down to present. “Call me when you get home so I know your flight landed OK.”
He nodded. Drake started to move me off his lap in order to see my uncle to the door, but he waved him back. “You stay there and make sure my niece is as well as she says she is.”
“You’ll come and visit us to see the baby, won’t you?” I called after him.
“Wouldn’t miss it. Be well, Aisling.”
“Love you,” I called, covering Drake’s ear so I wouldn’t deafen him. “Now then, husband mine, I believe you were going to give me a thorough examination to make sure that I was, in fact, just as delectable as you found me before the wedding?”
The fire was back in his eyes. “What form would you prefer this examination to take, kincsem?”
“I was thinking a full body exam, perhaps in the tub, with that spicy frankincense oil you used. What do you think of that, dragon of my dreams?”
“I don’t think you’re going to have the energy to dream tonight,” Drake answered, hoisting me up as he got to his feet, the burn of his lips almost as hot as the burn he started within me.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I asked, licking his lower lip.
“Both.”
I smiled to myself as he carried me up the stairs to our bedroom. “Make me burn, baby. Make me burn.”
Got Dragon?
