Chapter 19
ADRIAN
"I'm sorry about what happened with your mother," I told Tyrel on the way to wherever 'safe' was.
"It's not your fault. She ambushed you." He sounded furious, and it was good to know that anger wasn't directed at me.
"Where are we going?" I asked as he tried to wave down a cab.
"I've booked us into a hotel until I find somewhere better."
"We're not going to the island anymore?"
"Not until I know it's safe. Mother has too many friends there. I'm not going to let any harm come to you or the baby."
I hadn't doubted that for a second. He might not have been a big fan of the idea of fatherhood to start with, but he was invested now. Whoever wanted to hurt our child had to go through him.
"What exactly do you think your mother's going to do now that she knows?"
He gave me a long look. "She's made it clear that she doesn't approve of our union. But she must know that there's no going back once our child is born…"
I put a hand on my belly. "Do you think she would try to hurt it? Endanger the pregnancy some way?"
"I'd like to say no, but I can't say for certain and I'm not taking any risks."
"Okay." I made myself nod, but it was difficult. I'd wanted a happy family for my offspring, not this.
"Hey." He laid a hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be fine, okay? Trust me."
I nodded again. At least I still had him.
But when we got to the hotel—a way too expensive one by the looks of it—and they showed us our room?
The first thing I did was run to the bathroom and throw up. It seemed my little one was just as upset about the turn of events as I was.
In hindsight, I couldn't say whether my nausea that day was stress-induced or the very first day of morning sickness, but from then on, I kept battling with it every morning.
And it was no fun. Not for Tyrel either, but to his credit, he didn't flinch away while I was hanging over the toilet, being the least sexy I could possibly be.
Instead he rubbed my back and made tea for me and tried to get me to eat again because I couldn't be losing weight with this pregnancy.
"You need to keep your strength up," he said one morning, sitting on the couch in our large hotel room and beckoning me to come sit with him.
I did, and he pulled me in his lap.
"You know what?" I said. "Once this kid is born, you can take care of it while I sleep for a week."
Much as I'd wanted to become pregnant, while I was throwing up all my food, I pretty much just wanted it to be over.
Be careful what you wish for, and all that.
From what Tyrel had told me about dragon babies and their gestation, I still had about three months to go.
But at least the morning sickness should be over soon.
There was an advantage to everything going faster.
"Sleepy?" he asked, resting his hand on my stomach, where I was starting to develop a bump—a little earlier than he'd predicted, but I wasn't complaining.
"Tired," I replied. And there was the drawback of everything going faster.
He stroked a hand through my hair. "Let me take control for a little bit."
"What do you mean?"
Close your eyes, I heard in my head, and an all too familiar rush of heat came over me as I felt his magic wash over me. This time, I didn't resist it. I shut my eyes and let him dictate my actions. Gently, he shifted me off his lap and stood from the couch.
Lie back.
I did, feeling caught in an almost trance-like state, but it wasn't an unpleasant one. The more I let him 'take control', the more I felt like I was floating, the less I felt the aches and complaints of my body.
I did feel it when he pulled down my pants and wrapped his lips around my cock.
Every sensation down there seemed strangely heightened.
Maybe because it was him who was touching me.
Maybe because he wanted me to feel it. Whatever the reason was, I heard myself moan as he took me deep into his throat and I hardened in his mouth.
I was pretty sure this was what paradise felt like.
His hands played with my balls as he sucked me and I squirmed, unable to do anything else as his tongue rubbed against me and drove me near insane.
Look at me.
I opened my eyes and stared straight into his. They had this glow to them that had drawn me to him the very first time we met. He was still radiant. I wanted to thrust into his mouth, but I couldn't move. Right now, his hold on me was unbreakable, and I didn't want it to be anything else.
I was his.
He growled low in his throat, as if he could tell what I was thinking and the vibrations around my cock made me want to throw my head back and moan.
But the fact that I couldn't, that I was held captive under his gaze, only made the whole experience more intense, almost unbearably so.
My cock twitched in his mouth, straining for release.
Gathering all my willpower, I managed to open my own lips and say one word. It came out as a moan.
"Tyrel…"
Come.
My climax hit so fast I couldn't do anything but let it roll over me like a freight train as Tyrel swallowed around me. I closed my eyes as his magic broke over me and at the edge of my awareness, I felt him gather me into his arms as I fell asleep.
I had definitely picked the right partner for this pregnancy.