Chapter 10 Lawrence to the Rescue #4
“I’ve provided crucial information,” Lawrence huffed, lifting his chin. “Oh, I almost forgot.”
Then he rooted in his bag. He pulled out a book and thrust it at me. “Read this.”
It was a thin paperback and looked quite shabby. The cover said Mating and Procreation of Dragons and was adorned with an illustration of a pregnant omega, naked from the waist up. His pecs were rounded like mine were now. Oh Lord.
“I don’t read,” I said dumbly.
Lawrence tilted his head to the side. “There are pictures?” he said uncertainly, instantly making me feel like an idiot.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, turning the paperback in my hands.
“It’s a newer, updated edition from Ernest’s dad. He sends his regards. You must meet him soon. He’s nice.” He pinned his fierce eyes on Davidson. “Behave yourself, sir,” he hissed. With that, he was out of the door.
I stared at the book. My legs felt light, like I was floating just above the ground, and my surroundings seemed to be further away from me. I took a deep breath. No fainting, no panic attacks. All is well.
Pregnant. With a baby. Davidson’s baby inside me. Butterflies swarmed in my belly. Why wasn’t I afraid?
Davidson’s chair creaked, and his heavy steps thumped on the wooden floor. He wrapped his massive arms around me, and I leaned against him with a sigh. Combing his hand through my hair, he kissed my forehead.
“You didn’t tell me you were so close to your heat.”
“I’m sorry. I had no idea it was so important.”
“It is. Very.”
“It’s barely been two days.”
“I know, darling. You must be so overwhelmed.”
“The nurse said my heat will come in a week?”
Davidson held my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted my face so I was forced to meet his gaze.
It struck me how handsome he was, especially now, his thick eyebrows scrunched up with worry.
The silver in his beard and at his temples fascinated me—it was at odds with his smooth cheeks and the luminosity of his eyes.
He seemed ageless, like a fairy-tale sorcerer, and I felt so young and fragile. A mere human under his spell.
I didn’t have a name for the powerful emotion. It made me dizzy.
Oh Lord, he was just beautiful.
“Lawrence is right,” he said. “I don’t expect you to do what I tell you.”
But I wanted to. “I don’t mind.”
And I saw myself kneeling by his feet. Heavily pregnant. Naked. Helpless. I’d look up at him, and he’d see how devoted and loyal I was. He would stroke my hair, telling me I was a good mate, a good omega, and I’d kiss his hand.
“I want…” I breathed, my voice betraying me.
“What, darling?”
I want to serve you for eternity. “Nothing. Sorry. It’s a lot to process.”
“I know. But you’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”
Was he? Or was it just something he said because he thought I wanted to hear it?
His copper eyes were warm. The way he looked at me…with such tenderness.
Nobody had ever looked at me like that. Maybe Richard, my first boyfriend?
In the very early days. But that seemed eons ago.
The recollections of my time with him used to make me feel miserable.
Like a failure. I’d wanted so much for Richard and me to work out.
I’d been hoping to marry him, but once he’d seen through me, past my pretty face and into my foul heart, he’d left.
I’d missed him terribly. Now, the memory did nothing to me. Davidson filled my entire world.
“Did it help?” he asked. “Talking to Lawrence.”
“I think so.”
“How do you feel?”
Horny. Stupid. Surreal. Empty. I shrugged. I had nothing.
“I’m sorry I scared you.” He closed his eyes, blowing out a breath. “Your reaction was completely understandable, but I was impatient and unfeeling. What I said in the atrium when I was in dragon form… I apologize, Leo. Please, believe me, I don’t need you to be anything else but yourself.”
My true self? You have no idea what you’re asking for.
But he meant it, didn’t he? He was really apologizing to me for treating me badly.
The men I’d been drawn to in the past never apologized for anything.
But Davidson did, and I…liked it. It made me feel good.
He didn’t need to control me. He only wanted to keep me safe and take care of me. What was the right thing to say now?
“It was my fault. I provoked you.”
But he shook his head, putting a finger over my lips. “No. I made a mess. Let me clean it up. I’ll make it up to you.”
I remained quiet since his finger was still over my mouth. But I kissed it, and he smiled with warmth.
“You don’t look so sad anymore.”
His honest excitement made me grin, and his pupils widened as his gaze flicked between my lips and eyes repeatedly.
“Fucking hell, Leo, I can’t stop staring at you. Your eyes when you look at me, your stunning lips when you smile… This birthmark right here.” He blinked, and his gaze gentled even more. “My beautiful mate.”
He brushed his thumb over the corner of my mouth, and his smile looked blissful.
“I’ve found you. I’ve finally found you.”
Then he kissed me.
The book fell from my hands. Davidson’s tongue dove into my mouth, and I stroked it with mine, savoring his taste. When he broke the kiss, I let out a small whimper. I didn’t want him to stop kissing me.
“I’ll take care of you, Leo. We won’t leave anything to chance. You’ll talk to the doctor and decide what’s best for you, okay? Whatever you want.”
I hesitated. What did I want?
“On Friday you said… Maybe you only meant it as dirty talk, but you said…”
“That I’ll bring on your heat and get you pregnant,” he stated, his tone grave. He looked guilty.
“Yes. That.” And I’d come so hard when he’d fucked me, talking about forcefully breeding me.
He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine.
“It’s an instinct, Leo. A primitive desire.
You’re my mate, and my body…the dragon… I crave it.
Of course, I do. I want nothing more than to see you round with my child.
” He exhaled heavily, and I pulled in the scent of his breath like an addict.
“But it’s too soon. Your happiness is important to me. That’s what matters the most.”
My happiness.
My captor cared about my happiness the most. Except he wasn’t really my captor.
He was…my mate. My fated mate. And I wanted him so much it made me light-headed.
He kissed me again, deep and insistent, and my body reacted even stronger than before.
The idea of him penetrating the channel to my womb, pouring his delicious, amazing cum all the way into my core… My stomach growing bigger. His hands stroking it. I moaned into his mouth and clutched at his neck.
“Davidson.”
“What, love? What do you need?”
“Fuck me, please.” As soon as I voiced my need, my guts cramped with emptiness. I moaned.
“Leo, darling…” Why was he hesitating?
“I need your cock. Please, my Master. Please. I’ll do whatever you want.”
He growled and grazed my jaw with his teeth, then lifted me into his arms.
“Bed.”