Little Lords (The Dragon Demigods Book 3)

by Charlene Hartnady

  Say yes!

  What?

  Night gets down on one knee, and I clasp a hand to my mouth. I hoped this would happen. I prayed it would. I wasn’t sure, though.

  He is smiling up at me, but the look in his eyes and the tension in his shoulders shows that he’s nervous too. He has something in his hand. A box.

  A ring.

  Oh, my god! This is happening. My hand is still clasped over my mouth and realize I’m not breathing. I force myself to take a breath now.

  “I love you, Shannon. I love you with everything that I am. I will always love you, and it’s as simple as that.” He pulls in a breath, his throat working. “I hope that you will agree to spend forever with me, so that I can always strive to be the best person I can be. I know that with you at my side, I will never go wrong. That there will always be light and love. Will you marry me?”

  It doesn’t get more beautiful than that. Any more sincere. I nod. Tears are streaming down my face. “Yes! I will always pick you. I love you, Night.”

  Then he is on his feet, and we are kissing. It sears me. I feel this kiss in every part of me. I feel it in my soul.

  He puts his forehead to mine, and we breathe each other in. “You might change your mind when you see the ring.” He pulls away, looking into my eyes. I can see that he is really nervous.

  I laugh softly. “Never.”

  “We can exchange it,” he mutters. “I wasn’t sure what to get. I would have asked you at least a week ago if it weren’t for this.” He holds up the velvet box. “I couldn’t decide between traditional or something more…” he shrugs, “more you, I guess. I’m sorry, Shannon, but I don’t see you with a huge diamond. I just can’t. We can get you one. Hell, we can get you as many as you want.”

  “I’ll love whatever you got me,” I try to reassure him, meaning every word.

  His jaw is tight, and his eyes are blazing. I can see that he’s still really nervous about this. I wait. Night licks his lips, takes a deep breath, and opens the box. “The stones are called tanzanite.”

  I can barely breathe. “It’s beautiful.” Another tear slides down my cheek.

  “You don’t have to say that if you don’t mean it.” He shakes his head. “I know it’s completely different to—”

  “I love it!” The stones are somewhere between purple and dark blue, depending on how they catch the light. They are arranged to form a butterfly, set in rose gold. It’s delicate, intricate…completely different. “It’s beautiful. It’s perfect.”

  Night finally smiles. He visibly relaxes. “I’m glad you like it.”

  “Love it!”

  “I thought it was more you, but I wasn’t sure.”

  “You went with your gut.”

  “Yep.” He takes the ring out of the box.

  I hold out my hand. It doesn’t go on easily, but Night finally slides my engagement ring into place. He kisses me again. By the time he lets me go, we are both breathing hard. I can’t get enough of him.

  “Are we having dinner first or…?” He looks down, his gaze sliding down the length of my body. “You look amazing. Love the sneakers.” He winks at me, a wry look on his handsome face.

  “Thank you.” I lick my lips. “You didn’t finish your sentence. Are we having dinner first or…?” I raise my brows.

  “Or do you want to skip to…dessert? I’m hungry for something sweet.” He brushes a kiss over my lips, his eyes are on mine, they’re smoldering.

  Night

  “Dessert. Mmmmm…what did you have in mind?” Her eyes are bright. Her skin is flushed. So damned gorgeous. I want to pick her up and hoist her over my shoulder caveman-style, but she’s carrying precious cargo, and tonight is about worshiping this woman. Not ravaging her. Although I might ravage her later.

  “I don’t know…something sweet,” I say. “Something very sweet.”

  “Tell me more…”

  I have my hands on her hips. “Like that little nectar pot nestled between your legs.”

  She chokes out a laugh. “Nectar pot?” she asks between fits of giggles. “My nectar pot? You didn’t just say that!”

  “I’m trying to be romantic here.” I’m laughing as well. “I didn’t want to say pussy.” I pick her up. “I want dessert, which means your pussy and my mouth…my tongue…” Her laughter is drying up. Her eyes have turned hungry. “My hands…most definitely my cock. I want inside your sweet honeypot.”

  We both crack up laughing again, but I notice that she’s a little breathless. My girl likes the sound of all that. I can see her plump nipples. They’ve hardened up. It’s almost a shame to take the dress off. She looks fucking beautiful. Then I think about what’s underneath. I hope she’s wearing the lingerie.

  “I’m absolutely starving,” she finally says, and I’m not sure if she means it. Maybe she needs to eat. She might be nauseous.

  “Are you feeling okay?”

  “No…” She shakes her head. “I’m not. I’m hungry for your mouth, your tongue, your hands…and my honeypot can’t wait for your cock.”

  I pick her up in my arms, chuckling. “Dessert it is, then.”

  I can’t fucking wait to get her to our bedroom. I practically jog there, but I have to be careful…back to my girl carrying precious cargo. Fleur and Cody follow close on my heel. “Good dogs! Go play in the yard.” I close the door in their faces. They don’t look too happy, but they shouldn’t see what’s about to go down. That wouldn’t be right.

  I set her down. I see that her chest is heaving. Fuck me, but she’s gorgeous. “Hold on just a second…” I pause as I grab the bottle of bubbly. I peel off the metal seal and spend a couple of seconds working on the cork, which comes out with a pop.

  Shannon squeals and then laughs. I pour two flutes and hand her one. “To us.” I am grinning. “To our amazing future…to our Blobby.”

  “To us.” She clinks glasses with me. “And yes, to our Blobby.” We both drink.

  I take her glass from her and set the flutes back down. “And now…” I let my eyes track her curves. “I think you need to lose that dress, my gorgeous fiancée.”

  She smiles. “I am, aren’t I? Your fiancée.”

  “You most definitely are.” I take her all in because she just stands there, looking shy. Not making a move to undress.

  “I’ll start,” I say. I take my jacket off. Then I loosen the buttons at my cuffs. I tear off the bowtie. It’s one of those readymade ones that closes at the back with Velcro.

  I see desire burning in her eyes when I pull my hem from my waistband then unbutton my shirt. I don’t take it off. Instead, I toe off my shoes and pull off my socks. I stand in front of her in my suit pants and belt with my shirt hanging open.

  Her eyes are all over my chest. She licks her lips and then bites down on her plump bottom one. I watch Shannon swallow thickly as she grips her dress and pulls it over her head.

  Holy fucking shit!

  I knew the lingerie would look good on my woman, I just wasn’t ready for how good she would look. I take a step back and lean against the dresser. The sweet scent of her arousal hits my nose, and I groan low and deep.

  “You like?” she says, her voice throaty.

  My cock is going fucking nuts in my pants. “I love!” The pink is great on her. I can see right through the teddy. Her tits are ripe and lush. Her nipples a darker shade of pink than the sheer fabric. The hair on her pussy is a thin strip. She may as well be naked…but she’s not. There’s something wicked and sensual about that.

  “Those sneakers have to stay…for old times’ sake.” I think I’m going to have my girl wear sneakers to bed on the regular. I know it’s a little weird, but it’s our thing.

  She shakes her head, a wide smile on her face. “The sneakers can stay,” she says, looking at the pile of clothes I tossed over the chair, “but then you need to wear the bowtie.”

  I bark out a laugh. “Seriously? You know that’s uber cheesy, right?”

  She nods. “I know…I
don’t care. I think you’ll look good with it on.”

  “I would be naked otherwise?” I lift my brows.

  “Absolutely.”

  I nod. “No problem! My fiancée can have anything she wants.”

  I pull off my shirt and put the stupid bowtie back on. Her eyes light up. “If you’re ever looking for work…you would qualify as a stripper.”

  I laugh. “Good to know, smarty-pants. It’s time to put that mouth of yours to good use.”

  Her eyes drop to my crotch, which is barely contained in these pants. “That’s not what I meant.”

  She frowns.

  “You need to lie down for this, Shannon…or stand…either way, I need you shouting my name. That’s what your mouth will be doing…plenty of shouting.”

  Her chest heaves. I can hear how her heart is racing.

  I close the distance between us and take her mouth. Her gorgeous, sassy mouth. I love this woman so much.

  I cup one of her breasts, marveling at how she fills my hand…and then some. Her body is ripe with new life. I rake my thumb over her nipple, and she moans into my mouth. Then I slide my hand over her belly and cup her mound. “So wet…Shan…”

  She makes this desperate-sounding moan as I cup her again, letting my fingers stroke the area where her clit is hiding. Shannon has become so incredibly sensitive. She becomes aroused easily. Her libido has skyrocketed…not that it lacked before.

  She rocks against my hand…begging me without having to say the words.

  Who am I to make her wait?

  The thing I liked about this teddy when I looked at the various lingerie sets, were the snaps at the bottom. I first move the fabric to the side and rub on her clit a couple of times. Her eyes flash open, her mouth too. She’s wet. Her clit is swollen. Then I grip the fabric and give it a small tug. The snaps pop open.

  Shannon makes this little noise of surprise. Then makes it again when I pick her up and walk to our bed. I set her on the edge and get between her legs. I pull her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy is a thing of beauty. A deep, glistening pink.

  Shannon falls back onto her elbows. Her eyes are on me. Her stare is greedy. I keep my eyes on hers as I close my mouth over her clit. Her head falls back and she makes this noise of agony. I know it’s the opposite. The more my girl sounds like she is being tortured and dying, the better. I suckle and lave her clit with my mouth and tongue for a while. When she starts rocking against me, I slide a finger into her slick channel.

  She yells. It sounds like I just stabbed her. I smile against her. Then I add a second finger and find her g-spot.

  Shannon shouts my name and grabs my hair, she yanks me against her and jerks against my face. Her eyes are wide open, her jaw is slack. Then she yells again, loudly…it slowly becomes a deep groan. Shannon falls back on the bed as I ease off.

  Her chest is heaving. “Oh. My. God!” she pushes out.

  I chuckle, standing up. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I unbuckle my belt, unclasp and unzip my pants, then I am pulling them off my legs, my boxers too.

  Shannon is sitting up, leaning back on her hands. Her eyelids are at half-mast. So damned sexy in those sneakers.

  “Is your honeypot ready?” I give my hard cock a tug. I’m ready, that’s for certain.

  She nods, a slow smile spreading on her face.

  I sit down next to her, the bed dipping. “Good!” I pick her up so that she’s straddling me. My feet are on the ground. I widen my stance a little, my dick is between us and standing at attention. I lift her up. Shannon grips my cock to position it at her opening. The stones on her ring glint. My heart clenches. Then she’s slowly sliding onto me.

  I groan. Fuck, but she feels good. Her sex is swollen. I’ve read that it’s normal during pregnancy. It’s good for her, but fuck, it’s good for me too. Tight, hot, and wet.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and fight for control. Then I take her lush hips in my hands and push up softly, using careful circles. I slide deeper and deeper until I’m all the way in.

  Her hands are on my shoulders. Her eyes are on mine. I rock up into her, holding her up a little so that I can slowly fuck her from below. Her eyes haze over for a moment before refocusing on me. Then I am losing myself inside her and she in me. I can’t help but think over and over how beautiful she is. Mine. She’s mine. I am the luckiest guy on earth.

  I pull down one of her straps, and her tit spills out. I growl to keep my shit together. Using slow, punchy strokes, I keep her on the edge. I take her nipple in my mouth and suckle. Her hands slide into my hair. Her moans are like music to my ears.

  I’m losing myself in how this feels. So good. So fucking good. My strokes become more frantic. Her yells pierce the air. She’s gripping my shoulders, her fingers digging in. Then she’s screaming my name, and her pussy is tight around me.

  I cuss. I think I gasp her name as well, I’m not sure because I’m coming so hard, my balls might not work again after this. I try not to grip her too tightly. I try not to jerk into her too hard. By the tortured noises she is making, I’d say she’s going to be sated. I keep her there…right there…for as long as I can, then I slow down until we are a panting, sweating mess. I’m still inside her. Still moving a little. My face is buried between her breasts. “Don’t tell Trident, but you do smell like breasts.”

  “What?” she pushes out between pants.

  “You smell like jasmine.” I breathe in and out a few times, my voice is muffled. Pregnancy-heavy breasts will distort a guy’s voice like that. “You also smell like breasts.” I pull in a deep breath. “Fucking amazing.”

  “Breasts do not have a smell, and if they did, you’d be smelling them right now because you’re in mine.”

  “Best place to be.” I rub my face on them.

  Shannon giggles. “That tickles.”

  I laugh as well. I lift her off my cock and lay her down on the bed. Then I disappear into the bathroom and come back with a warm cloth.

  Shannon cleans herself, and I get in bed, positioning her so that she’s against my chest. I put my arm around her and kiss the top of her head.

  I feel like a fucking rockstar when I see how hazy her eyes are. How flushed her cheeks look. She licks her lips, her eyes drooping shut. She looks satisfied. My job – for right now – is done. “I’m so glad you said ‘yes’,” I blurt.

  She frowns. “Did you honestly think I would turn you down?” Her voice is a little croaky. Good!

  “I wasn’t sure.” I know I probably sound like a pussy, but I don’t care. I was worried.

  She lifts up on my chest and looks into my eyes. “If there’s one thing you don’t have to doubt – not ever – it’s my love for you. I’m glad you were a little nervous, though.” She gives me a naughty little smile.

  “How so?”

  “Keeps you on your toes.” Then she laughs. “You not asking me for so long has kept me on my toes…I can tell you that much.” She looks at the ring on her hand. Her smile is a mile wide. “I’m very happy. Does my name change? Will I be Mrs. Night?”

  I nod. “You’ll absolutely be Mrs. Night. My wife…my mate.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “Good! When are we going to have our wedding? Where do you want to get married? I don’t want to wait too long.”

  “Neither do I.” Music to my fucking ears. “As to where…I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I like the idea of a garden wedding.”

  “What about right here? We’re keeping it simple…I think… Are we keeping it simple? We don’t have to. It’s all up to you.” I’m still a little off-kilter. This isn’t my thing. I never thought I would ever get married. I’m having to think about stuff like this for the first time in my life.

  She chuckles. “I like the idea of simple. Of intimate. Any luck with getting Bolt to talk to you? Have you tried again?”

  I shake my head. “I’ve given him some space…plenty of space. I think I need to pay him a visit. I want him to be my best man.”


  “You should, but don’t be too pushy.”

  “I’m not pushy, smarty-pants.”

  “You are too.”

  I lean down and kiss my girl. Thank fuck she said ‘yes’. I’m the luckiest man alive. “I was thinking…”

  She narrows her eyes. “About what?”

  “There’s something I want us to do…but it’s a little cheesy. No…” I laugh. “It’s a lot cheesy, but I still want to do it. You’ve made me into a better person. I’m much lighter than I was before. In a way, I see us as light and dark meeting. Good and evil.”

  “Hey…” She kisses my chest. “You’re not evil. You know I don’t like that kind of talk. There’s a part of you in this baby. Does that make Blobby part evil?”

  “Fuck no!” I lick my lips. “Okay, point taken.”

  “No more talk of evil.”

  “Okay.”

  “Tell me about this cheesy idea of yours.” Her gorgeous eyes are on mine.

  I grin. “I think you’re going to like this…”

  8

  Night

  Two days later…

  A guy in a suit opens the door for me, and I go in. This feels all fucking wrong. I walk into a lobby that reminds me of an upmarket hotel. There’s even a reception desk. A competent-looking lady glances up and smiles when she sees me. “Good afternoon, sir.” She inclines her head slightly.

  “Hi! I’m here to see Mr. Bolt.” I announce. This is all fucking wrong. I want to teleport myself upstairs right now. Instead, I force a smile.

  “And your name would be?” Her brows go up.

  “Night…Edward Night.”

  She starts typing something onto the laptop in front of her, then pages through a book. Finally, she presses a couple more keys on the computer, before looking up at me.

  “I don’t have an appointment,” I clarify.

  “That would explain why I don’t have you down. Mr. Bolt has asked not to be disturbed.” She makes a pained face, wrinkling her nose.