Dragon On Top (Dragon Kin #0.4)(20)

“Uh . . . Ghleanna?”

“Just another five minutes,” she softly begged. “Just another five.”

But in less than five minutes—more like ten seconds—Ghleanna jerked away from him, wide dark eyes gawking.

“What are you—” she began.

But Bram quickly cut in, “I was here first.”

“You . . . oh. You were.” She closed her eyes, shook her head. “You got a bit clingy when I stretched out last night.”

“Did I?” Bram sat up, ran his hand through his hair. “Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize. And you weren’t . . . I mean, your hands didn’t go . . . I mean . . .” She let out another breath. “You were quite proper is what I mean to say.”

“Good. Good.” He threw his legs over the side of the bed. “Then we can forget it ever happened.”

“Right. Good idea. It never happened. We were both just . . . tired.”

“And all that snoring.”

“Right! The snoring. How could anyone expect us to sleep with that lot snoring away? We had to sleep together. It was necessary.”

“Although,” Bram admitted after a moment, “it was quite lovely, wasn’t it?”

“Aye,” she replied, her voice soft. “It was.”

“Thank you for that.”

“And thank you. That’s the best I’ve slept in—”

The door swung open again, cutting off Ghleanna’s words. “Oy!” Cai yelled into the hallway. “Addolgar did see ’em in bed together! Who knew the little bastard had it in him?”

Hew stuck his head in. “They still have their clothes on. What’s the point of being human if you’re going to do it with your clothes on? Playing with the flesh is the best part.”

“Maybe they got dressed quick.”

“Nah. I bet they just slept.” Hew shook his head. “Boring.”

“Not everyone’s like you, Hew. Running around, f**king anything that moves.”

“Let’s go!” Adain yelled from out in the hallway. “I want to eat!”

The door slammed shut and Bram closed his eyes, trying to remember that this would all be over soon enough.

“That was a bit awkward,” Ghleanna sighed.

“Of course it wasn’t. We’re dragons. We don’t have all those weak sensibilities like humans.” He waved toward the door. “That was nothing.”

“Come on, you two whores!” Addolgar bellowed from the hallway, most likely waking up the entire building, and if not, the brothers’ laughter probably did the trick. “It’s time to eat! Let’s move, move, move!”

“Okay,” Bram told her. “Now that was awkward.”

After a quick morning meal in the pub, they’d gotten on the road as the two suns rose, heading toward the ocean and the port where they’d meet the boat that would take them into the Desert Lands. As they walked, Ghleanna kept thinking about what had happened that morning. Waking up in Bram’s arms—even fully clothed—had been . . . strange. Mostly because she’d been so comfortable. She’d never been that comfortable in a male’s arms before.

Maybe it was because the royal seemed so non-threatening. He was Bram the Merciful, after all. He never ate humans and was always running around trying to create alliances and truces with their kingdom’s enemies. He’d never been in a battle in his life and hadn’t even noticed the one right outside his own castle gates.

He was definitely not the kind of dragon she ever saw herself with. As a warrior from a warrior clan, she’d always been with other warriors. Then again, she’d rarely stayed the night and when she did, she never slept in those warriors’ arms. And Ghleanna was even less comfortable with human males.

But Bram . . .

She shook her head, confused. Annoyed. But surprisingly refreshed, as if she’d had a full twelve hours of sleep.

“You all right, sister?” Addolgar asked her after a few hours on the road. “You’ve been very quiet today.”

“Aye. I’m fine, brother.”

“Is it the royal?” he asked, his voice low so only she could hear. “Should I break him in half for you?”

Ghleanna smiled. She’d always been very close to Addolgar. They’d spent a lot of time together killing things in battle and weren’t very far apart in age. And it always warmed her heart how protective he was of her, although she was often the last one who needed that protection.

“No. That’s not necessary.”

“If it becomes necessary, you simply say the word.” They walked on for a bit and Addolgar added, “He’s not terribly weak, though.”

“What?”

“The royal. He’s not too weak, I don’t think. And he doesn’t look weak. His human body’s not very large but it probably helps him blend in more with the humans. And as dragon he’s a tolerable, average size.”

“Your point?”

Her brother shrugged. “Maybe you should see all that’s in front of you rather than just a small piece. I wanted a She-dragon tiny and soft, like a kitten. And yet my mate is everything but. And I adore that about her.”

Ghleanna sighed. “I don’t know what’s going on with you and Mum, but it is a very sweet thought, brother. Still, I think I may be too much She-dragon for our peacemaker. What kind of do-gooder like him would tolerate how many times a year I go out and kill things for sport and profit? I’m rarely home and when I am home, I’m usually recovering from battle wounds and working with one of our blacksmiths on new weapons I want to try out.”