Mated to Dragons novel

---- 87. LUCAS Do they really think I'm pretty? Arabella was much prettier than me, with her pale skin. She doesn't have scars like me. I leaned against the doorway as I watched Angel turn this way and that to study herself in the mirror. The dress was laid out on the bed along with all the accessories. My lips twitched as I took in the black boots by the end of the bed. No matter what, she still refused to wear the heels Debora chose to go with the dress. Not that it actually mattered.

The boots were a safer and much warmer choice. I wish I had bigger boobs. Maybe a flatter stomach. Maybe I should start working out. "There's nothing wrong with your body." Angel gasped and spun around to stare at me with wide eyes. "You're beautiful as you are, little rabbit," I told her. " ---- You don't need to change anything about yourself." Her mouth opened and closed a few times before her eyes narrowed . "How do you know about that?" she finally questioned.

I straightened and slowly made my way towards her. " Ican hear you." "Get out of my head!" she hissed. I tried and failed to fight the smile. Angel tried to dodge my reaching hands, but I managed to catch her. With a hold on her hips, I jerked her against my body and lowered my head. She turned her face away at the last second, making my lips connect with her cheek instead. Lowering my head, I pressed a kiss to my mark. The dragon moved, revealing the healed wound.

When I pressed another kiss to the mark, her body melted against mine as a curse slipped past her lips. "That's not fair," she whispered. "What's not?" "You touch my mark, and I can't think straight." I raised my head and frowned down at her. "We can hear you. You were projecting your thoughts." Colour flooded her cheeks. "Oh." ---- Reaching up, I cupped her cheek and tilted her head back to catch her eyes. "Why?" I questioned .

"Why are you having negative thoughts about yourself?" She pursed her lips. "Fine, don't tell me." I pressed my forehead to hers. " Just know that we like you the way you are, and we don't want you to change how you look." "What if I want to do it for myself?" Her eyes darted over my face. "Then you do it. As long as you're not harming yourself, we won't stop you. But I meant what I said." Doubt flooded her.

Hooking an arm around her waist, I jerked her against my body and spun around to carry her to the bed. Dropping her onto the mattress , I covered her body with mine, making sure to keep some of my weight off her. My head dipped, lips brushing her skin. "Beautiful ," I whispered as I gripped her breasts and slowly massaged the soft globes. "Fucking beautiful." My eyes locked with hers when my tongue flicked out to lick across a hard nipple. Angel sucked in a shaky breath.