Just as I feared, the dragons' mating season stretched through the entirety of winter.
There was no way for me to leave the nest they had built inside my bedchamber. Each time I attempted to step beyond its boundary, they dragged me back, and what followed after needed no further explanation.
With no other choice, I was forced to eat, sleep, and even work here, never allowed to step away from them for more than a breath.
"Xavier, spare me for a moment," I exhaled tiredly, struggling to sign the last of the mountain of papers on my desk.
Xavier peeked his head out from beneath my gown, both hands clasping tightly around my legs, fixing them upon his shoulders.
"I cannot." His lips brushed the soft skin of my thigh with pitiful devotion.
"How shameless."
Xander's voice rose from behind me, his hot breath sliding over the nape of my neck—both itchy and numbing at once.
"You too, Xander." I smacked the hand that had slipped beneath my clothes to grope my breast.
