I Married A Dragon (Prime Mating Agency)(27)

“This is mesmerizing…” Kaida whispered, her voice filled with awe.

“This is your new world, my Kaida. Welcome home.”





Chapter 8





Kaida





I woke up with a mountain of muscles and scales wrapped all around me… and a massive hand resting squarely on my butt. I glanced up at Cedros, taking my time to really examine him. As alien and draconic as his features were, and as intimidating as the almost permanent scowl his scaly brow gave him was, I found Cedros pretty dang gorgeous. His body was banging. His muscular chest and chiseled abs were mouthwatering. And those incredibly human lips? Even now, I was fighting the urge to lean towards them and suck on that plump bottom lip.

Technically, he’s my husband. It would be perfectly legit for me to enjoy him.

I clamped down on that thought really quickly. Cedros was a huge romantic, and a virgin one at that. If sex between us was any good, he’d likely convince himself he was in love with me. Considering their whole take on a Shadow Lord marrying his Ejaya, he’d further believe this to be proof we were destined. As much as I liked him—and I genuinely did—I didn’t want to lead him on.

And yet, here I am getting all hot and bothered just lying in his arms.

What I needed was a cold shower to get my mind out of the gutter and to get ready to learn how to navigate the black gate. To my relief, Cedros didn’t resist when I carefully wiggled out of his embrace to make my way to the hygiene room.

I had only been here twenty-four hours, more than half of which I had spent half-naked, snuggling with Cedros. And yet, I couldn’t deny the effects of our contact. He no longer twitched and trembled. His speech was no longer slurred or slowed like when we’d first met. It hadn’t been as noticeable then, but as the day and evening went by, the difference became glaringly obvious. Even his face looked more relaxed, almost younger.

To think my mere presence was doing this for him still boggled my mind. I resisted the temptation of caressing his silky, purplish-blue hair and quietly made my way to the hygiene room.

I gingerly sat on the toilet to relieve myself. Although Cedros had fixed the strength of the bidet for me last night, and despite me testing it before bed, I still braced for another potential fire hose strength assault. It would probably be a while before I got over that first traumatic experience.

All went well, and I quickly undressed to step under the shower. Once again, the beauty of the view from here took my breath away. I wondered how I would react if a Derakeen did a fly-by right outside. Even though they couldn’t see inside, thanks to the reflective windows, I’d still likely feel paranoid that they could see everything.

I grabbed the soap, pleasantly surprised by its slightly sweet scent, neither fruity nor floral, but not what I would have expected for a male. As I had never perceived that scent on Cedros, I wondered if he’d acquired it specifically for me. I worked up a lather and began soaping my body. I didn’t know what the heck it was made of, but it made my skin tingle in the most agreeable fashion.

Once done, I used my faithful back brush, my mind wandering back to my mission. I needed to find the right moment to discuss it with Cedros. As if summoned by that thought, my husband suddenly opened the door and entered the hygiene room, startling me.

“What the fuck?! What are you doing in here?” I exclaimed, almost smashing the brush in my face in my hurry to cover my breasts with my right arm and my cooch with my left hand. “I thought we agreed you’re not to enter when I’m in here?”

Although he didn’t stop advancing, his steps faltered, as did his smile. “But you are showering, not using the waste seat,” Cedros replied, sounding a little confused.

“It’s the same thing!” I said, the pitch of my voice going up a notch.

He stopped, his brow creasing. “But we are married. Human couples shower together. It is a bonding ritual. Is it not?” Cedros argued.

“Real couples, yes! But we are not!”

A wave of guilt punched me in the gut when he flinched, the hurt look on his face quickly hidden. He rolled his shoulders, his wheels spinning as he seemed to battle with conflicting thoughts.

“Even if we aren’t a ‘real’ couple, humans bathe together all the time in large bodies of water,” he insisted.

“We swim together, with bathing suits. Not naked!” I countered, unable to believe we were seriously having this conversation with me trying to hide my naughty bits.

To my dismay, his gaze zeroed in on my partially hidden boobs, then on my hand trying to cover my pussy. Then his eyes widened as if in sudden understanding.

“I will not hug you naked, if that’s what concerns you. I know you don’t want that,” Cedros said in a reassuring tone.

I rolled my eyes and huffed in discouragement. “It’s not that, Cedros. You’re simply not supposed to see me naked. Humans only undress in front of their lovers… or doctors, for medical treatment.”

His jaw dropped, and he gave me the strangest look, as if he believed me beyond bizarre—which was likely the case. After a beat, he shrugged.

“Apologies. This human custom is quite incomprehensible to me,” he said, looking sheepish. He scratched the scales below his right horn, glanced at the closed door behind him, as if wondering if he should leave, then back at me with an assessing expression. “Well, I have seen you naked now. So… can we shower together, since I already know what you look like?”