Chapter 42
Neeren, Mar, and Domhall stood before the breakfast bar piling fruit and eggs on their plates when they heard the screaming begin.
“I think he just told her how we found you.” Mar chuckled as she sipped her coffee. “I've got to give it to you, Oh Kingly One,” she said to Neeren. “This is decent coffee. Not as good as my Glenny's, but then no one’s ever will be.”
Neeren choked on his coffee. “Could you please refrain from calling me things like that. My name is Neeren.”
“Right . . . gotcha, Norman.”
His head snapped up but before he could say anything else, Domhall interrupted him.
“I think I'll go wake Quinn and Gray and make a pit stop to check on the lovebirds upstairs. You two behave please.”
“Sure thing, Dominator —totally behaving.”
Neeren studied her from above the rim of his mug.
Between bites of eggs she said, “So, you want to tell me what the rest of the plan is? I brought King Thronus here to his woman. Pretty sure there’s more coming down the tubes.”
“And how did you do that, may I ask? There are wards in place to keep interlopers like you and the dragon from reaching my island.”
“Well, I guess your wards aren't as strong as you thought they were, hey?”
“So, you say. Why don't you fill me in and I'll decide if they were strong enough or not.”
She shrugged. “I used your precious sister’s blood. Collum drank from her and I used the blood in his system to activate the gate to the portal.”
“He took her blood?”
“It's part of the whole mating cycle for dragons. It was only a couple drops. Chill out for Christ’s sake.”
He watched, fascinated as she shoved more food in her mouth. “Mating?”
She leaned back in her chair and put her boots up on his fifteen-thousand-dollar table.
“Yeah that's probably why they're arguing up there. From what I could tell through the paper-thin walls in castle dragoooon, she loved the biting part of it. Pretty sure it's the married-without-knowing-it part she has issue with.”
“I'm going to slice that dragon’s heart out.”
“Could you pour me another coffee before you do that? I'm honestly so ratcheted up right now. I mean, you people are nuts. In the past four days, I've had hardly any sleep, been drunk twice, flown on three transcontinental flights, and performed stunning acts of sorcery. Give a girl a break already. Or on second thought, you could give me a massage. My shoulders are killing me.”
Neeren looked closer at the little witch across the table. She was dressed head to toe in winter gray leather. It was butter soft and of obvious quality. Her top, if it could be called a top, barely covered her breasts. She had a tiny waist he could probably wrap his hands around and her hair flowed in rich mahogany waves down the flesh of her bare back. Thick full lashes covered mischievous hazel eyes.
He walked around the table, laid his hands on her shoulders and slowly began kneading the soft skin.
“That feels amazing. Don't stop.”
“I won't stop until you tell me too,” he purred at her.
His fingers pushed into the muscles finding an easy rhythm. Soon the woman’s head rolled back and little sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. Neeren kept a steady pace, felt himself grow harder by the second listening to her mewling noises.
He moved his hands in larger circles, worked the skin up her spine. Reached further down her chest. “Does that feel good?”
“It's perfect,” she groaned.
Emboldened, he pushed his hands lower and stroked the swell of her breasts.
She jumped up, smashing the top of her head into his chin. “Ow. What the fuck are you doing? I asked for a massage not a feel up.”
He cracked his jaw. “You said you liked it. I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“Yeah, well next time ask idiota. You can’t just grope a girl without asking first, you know.”
“You were practically melting under my hands. What was I supposed to think?”
“How about listening to my words. A freaking massage is all I asked for. If I'd wanted more from you I would’ve said so. I'm not one of your little kitties you know.” She sneered. “Yeah, I know all about you. Biggest male slut on the face of the earth. I'm not interested so back the F off.”
“You are insane.”
“And you're a chauvinist pig.”
Domhall walked in the kitchen then with Quinn and Gray behind him. “A little decorum please. We can hear you two kids down the hall.”
Neeren caught his mother’s eye as she said, “What have you done now, Neeren?”