Dragon On Top (Dragon Kin #0.4)(48)

“Ghleanna.” And Bram stopped, bringing her up short.

“What is it?”

“I’m a dragon. I naturally assume I always get what I want. But there are no guarantees with you, I’m afraid.”

She grinned. “Are you asking me now what you should have asked me a fortnight ago when we were lounging in the Sand Dragon King’s salt springs?”

“Well, I couldn’t rightly ask with your brothers, sisters, and cousins constantly popping in to stare at us and say, ‘You two ain’t done yet? What exactly are you doing in there anyway? ’”

“Good point. But you are asking me now?”

“I am.”

“To be your mate?”

“ I am.”

“Because you love me as I love you?”

“Aye.”

“Because you can’t imagine your life without me?”

Bram cupped Ghleanna’s jaw with his claw, stroked a talon across her scales, and in a heartfelt whisper replied, “Aye.”

That’s when Ghleanna crossed her forearms over her chest and demanded, “Are you going to keep hugging that Rhiannon?”

“But it’s not me!”

Epilogue

“Bram?”

Bram looked up from his work and smiled. “You’re back quick.”

His mate shook her head. “We’ve been gone eighteen months battling bloody Lightnings.”

“Oh.” He pointed at the document he worked on. “This is the truce for that. If it makes you feel—”

“It doesn’t.”

Oh, well. Best not to dwell, and changing the subject was always a good way to go. “Did you know they insisted I add a clause just for your nephew? What exactly was Gwenvael doing in the north?”

“You really don’t want to know.” She came around his chair and dropped into his lap. “Just wished you’d been there to calm that situation down.”

“Or you could stop bringing Gwenvael with you anywhere .”

“That’s our next option. At least not until he has a mate who can control his whorish ass. He’s beginning to rival my father!”

“Beginning?”

“Och! Let’s not speak of it.” She kissed him and Bram held her tight.

“Have you gotten any sleep since I left?” she asked while Bram kissed a new scar on her throat.

“Why go to bed when you’re not there?”

“Well, I’m back for a while.”

“Is it just you?” And Bram was already leaning in to kiss her again.

“Hello, Da.”

Bram’s eldest slammed his blood-and-gore encrusted battle axe onto the table—on top of Bram’s books and papers. “I’m starvin’. Any food?”

“Well—”

“Da.” His second oldest, a dragoness who looked just like her mother, unloaded a battalion’s worth of weapons onto the table—on top of his books and papers. “Any food? I’m starvin’ .”

“I just asked,” her brother remarked.

“Are you saying I can’t ask?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t ask, you whiny little cow.”

Two more of his offspring stormed in, dropping into chairs and putting their feet up on the table—all on top of his damn papers!

“You really want more offspring?” he had to ask Ghleanna as he always asked at moments like this.

“Just three more. Maybe four. Addolgar already has six!”

“Well, I’m not trying to keep up with your siblings, Captain! And do you think we can teach the next lot better manners?”

“They’ll still be Cadwaladrs, luv.”

“Guess that’s a no then.”

“Oy!” Ghleanna barked at the lounging dragons. “Get your hooves off the table and put your weapons away like I bloody taught ya!”

Grumbling as they liked to do, his offspring did what they were ordered. They’d learned early not to question their mother’s directives. Not if they, to quote Ghleanna, “Know what’s good for them.”

“Look at this mess they left,” Ghleanna complained. “Charles!”

“He’s out researching something for me and his name is Jonathan. Charles has been gone from this life for ages.”

“I know. But I still miss him,” she sighed. “Bang up job he did.”

“Jonathan will be gone for a few days.” He kissed her neck. “Perhaps the offspring can go to the pub tonight. For a few hours.”

Ghleanna laughed and put her arms around Bram’s shoulders. “I’m sure that’ll be hard to do. You know how pious they all are.”

Bram buried his nose against her neck, breathed in deep. “Gods, female. You smell like blood and death.”

Ghleanna smiled. Honestly, this dragon. “I’d be insulted, peacemaker, and hurt, if I couldn’t feel your c**k trying to burrow its way through me chainmail.”

“You’ve always known what you do to me, Ghleanna. Especially when you come back from battle with all your new scars and still covered in the blood and gore of our enemies. There’s only so much a dragon can take!”

“All right. All right. Calm yourself. You barely notice when I’m gone and then you’re all over me when I’m here.”