Mated to Dragons novel

---- "T don't want you to be stressed," he muttered. "You need to rest and if I tell you what's happening , then you would like to help." "Tsn't it my duty as queen?" His big hands gripped my hips as he stepped closer . I swallowed when he touched a spot on my shoulder. Lucas's dragon moved, tickling my skin. A second later his fingers pressed to the still aching spot where the man had stabbed me. "We almost lost you," he whispered in my ear.

"I'm not going to allow that to happen again." "T want to help." "T know you do." His lips brushed my cheek. "But please allow us to take care of you. Until our mother is taken care of, and you're no longer in danger, you are to stay out of the spotlight." My lips parted but Nate spun me around to face him and pressed a finger to my lips. "Tt's a compromise and the only thing I can do at the moment," he said. "You can help us by keeping out of the spotlight.

We don't know who we can trust at the moment, Angel. Do you understand?" Inodded. His head lowered, lips pausing inches from mine. ---- Tilting my head back, I licked my lips and waited for him to kiss me. A sigh fell from my lips when he finally closed the space between us and pressed his lips to mine. My hands slipped up his chest to grip his shoulders. I arched against him, pressing my body against his. Groaning, he slipped his hands down my back to squeeze my ass.

He deepened the kiss as he gripped the back of my thighs and hoisted me against his body. He took a step forward, pressing my back against the cold tiles. "T should take you back to bed," he growled. I gripped him tighter before he could pull away. "T've never had sex in a shower before," I whispered . Nate pulled back to look at me. His eyes darted over my face and then dropped to my chest. I gasped when he hoisted me higher and then wrapped his lips around my nipple.

"Do you know how many deaths happen in bathrooms?" he growled when he pulled away. "I could slip and hit my head. The same could happen to you. The shower isn't meant to be fucked in." My eyes narrowed. "I don't want you to fuck me. I want you to make love to me." ---- He took a step back and reached out to close the taps. " Which is why the bed is so much better , honeybee ." His words might have had an effect on what happened next. Nate lowered me to my feet and pushed the shower door open.

He placed one foot outside and...slipped . He fell on his ass, elbow hitting the door frame. I watched in horror as blood instantly started dripping to the floor. "See?" he snarled, glaring up at me. "This could have been you!" "It's because you mentioned it, that it happened ," I argued. Carefully stepping around him, I grabbed a towel and knelt in front of him to press the towel against his wound. The floor beneath my knees was wet. I realized that it was my fault.

When I opened the shower door to get in with him, I hesitated which made the water soak the floor. "Tm sorry," I apologized profusely. "It's my fault. 1 should have gotten in and closed the door immediately." Nate gripped my wrist and raised my hand to his lips. He pressed a kiss to my wrist and slowly lowered my hand to his chest. ---- "Pm fine," he said.

"It's just a flesh wound, and it's already healed." To prove it, Nate took the towel from me and wiped it down his arm before he turned it so I could see. He was right. The wound had already healed and all that remained was a slight red line where the cut had been. I frowned. It still didn't make me feel any better. Standing, he dropped the towel to the floor. I tilted my head back to look at him, but my eyes locked on his cock instead. Nate was semi-hard.

"As much as I love seeing you on your knees, honeybee now is not the time for it." My eyes snapped up to his. "You're mad at me?" "No." Leaning down, he hooked his hands under my arms and pulled me to my feet. "The floor is cold and hard. Besides, the bed will be so much better than what I had planned."