Fire of a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 3) - Paranormal Fairytale Romance Read Free

threatened to choke him. Because he knew that vow was useless—True Love couldn’t be forced or promised. It could only be True. And it could be shattered in an instant by any number of doubts for which he had already planted the seeds with no way to root them out.
    He couldn’t let any of that show because, above all things, right now and for the next five weeks, he needed to be the kind of man she could love. He cupped a hand to her cheek, fighting through the lump in his throat to speak. “I would do anything for you, Arabella Sharp. You and our son. You are everything to me.” It was true, and it was necessary, and he prayed to all that was magic that she could hear the truth of those words.
    “Prove it,” she said, sending a flutter of panic icing through his heart. But then she turned in his lap so that she was suddenly straddling his legs. Her hand left her belly and found his cock, grasping it and giving it a good, hard stroke. It instantly came to life, growing hard in her grip. “Show me just how much you love me,” she whispered, stroking him harder and pressing her chest to his face.
    He simply growled in return and grasped hold of her hips, pulling her in and down, impaling her on his already rock-hard erection. She gasped and started riding him, sparking pleasure with every bounce. Her head tipped back, and the gasps coming from her were so pleasure-filled, he wondered if she were coming already.
    He let her ride, glad to be free of the dangerous zone where she might wonder about his love or the dangers ahead or the insanity that she’d signed up for— carrying his dragonling.
    Sex and food. Food and sex. He could do this, keep her going, keep her alive.
    Five more weeks…

After almost two weeks of being naked, it felt strange for Arabella to have clothes on.
    Lucian was by her side, per usual, as they walked down the corridor toward the guest apartment that used to be her home—her temporary home, at least. They had spent so much time intertwined, intimately locked, having endless rounds of sex, but now that they were outside his lair, Lucian seemed to want to be even closer. His arm was draped protectively around her. Their steps were in sync. He didn’t seem to realize that a little personal space was in order, especially if they were going to be around other people.
    “I have to see Rachel alone,” Arabella said as they rounded a corner and approached the door to the guest apartment.
    “I’m not going to leave your side,” Lucian said, tightly. His hand squeezed her shoulder for emphasis. “I already told you that. And besides we shouldn’t even be outside the lair—you’re barely two weeks into the pregnancy. We should be at home.”
    Arabella knew he was stressed, but they couldn’t stay in the lair forever. And there was a lingering unspoken topic—Cara’s death during her pregnancy, at Lucian’s hands as he tried to save their unborn son—that hung between them, making it worse. But she wasn’t Cara. Lucian’s previous mate had been seduced by Zephan, the fae Prince. Arabella doubted Lucian knew that, but she could too easily imagine how it had just wrecked the woman. It must have caused Cara to doubt her love for Lucian, and that was what spelled her doom. But that wasn’t going to happen to Arabella. And Lucian needed to back off and let her take care of things with her best friend. Rachel had to be going crazy not having heard from Arabella for almost two weeks—even if her best friend knew she was in the keep, locked up with a gorgeous dragon shifter, having amazing sex.
    Arabella wriggled out from under Lucian’s hold.
    He let her go with a look that was glowering.
    “I have to talk to Rachel alone,” Arabella ground out between her teeth. She couldn’t believe he couldn’t just get this. “She’s going to be so angry at me—I need time alone to smooth it over.”
    “She has no cause for anger.” Lucian wasn’t conceding this one bit.
    “You don’t know