“I won’t.” He kissed her back, sliding his tongue between her lips and dancing with her until she pretty much forgot what they were talking about.
“We’d better get up to the villa before Match scares off all the staff.”
“He is kind of unnerving, in an I’m-the-king-of-the-world kind of way. Is it weird that he reminds me a little bit of the Black Dragon?” She didn’t think Match had an ounce of evil in him, but that potent power he possessed was something she’d only felt from one other being in the world.
Cage smoothed a strand of her hair and stared at it between his fingers. “Match is the Alpha of alphas. He’s the first son of the first son of the first son a dozen times removed. The Red Wyvern has been the leader of all Dragonkind for centuries. It’s a heavy burden he carries, and it makes him a cranky son of a bitch.”
That explained a lot. “Dude needs a mate.”
Cage laughed out loud. “It would take a strong woman to match Match. But yeah. We’ve all been saying for years that he needs to get laid.”
“I hope he’s the only visitor we have for a while. I was looking forward to some more me and you time.” Azy waggled her eyebrows at Cage. As if he needed a hint at what she wanted from him.
Only all of his love forever and ever.
“Cage. Azy. There you are. We’ve been looking everywhere for you.” A melodic voice floated into their little secluded cove. It apparently wasn’t very secret anymore. “Oh. Eek. You two are naked. Gah. Sorry.”
“Hubba Hubba. You were right, Ciara. Dragons are hung.”
“Wesley, shush. And turn around, give them a little privacy. Sorry Azy.” Ciara called down from the same set of rocks Match had crossed a few minutes earlier. “We’ll just meet you up at the villa, shall we? I’ve brought dress samples, and Jada’s already making cakes for you to taste.”
Oh no. Not again.
The midwife did say she’d called in reinforcements. She hadn’t said those reinforcements were wedding planners.
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Azy liked Ciara. She really did. Jada too. Fleur seemed nice, and she smelled good. Which was a bonus in her current state.
Over stuffed with cake and ready to throw up.
They were all having so much fun planning the most elaborate wedding that Azy didn’t have the heart to tell them she didn’t want one.
She wanted to be with Cage forever, and she was down for getting married even. But this whole wedding of the century? Ugh.
She spun in a circle trying her best to pay attention to each of the women who’d come to help her.
Ciara pushed half a dozen dresses around on a portable wardrobe rack and pulled one off holding it out to her.
“What do you think of this dress? This color is creamy champagne that is going to look killer with your skin tone. Ooh, wait, are you going to wear your hair up or down? Because that will make a difference with what kind of neckline you pick.”
Jada stabbed another teeny piece of cake with a fork and held it up to Azy’s mouth.
“Did you like the chocolate with the raspberry, cherry, or pomegranate? Because if you didn’t like any of them, I’ve got vanilla bean with pistachio, mango, or lavender.”
Fleur had flowers literally growing out of the floor.
“The blooms native to this area would look stunning laced through a wooden wedding arch. Oh, but that might not be high end enough for the Gold Dragon Wyvern’s nuptials. I’ll call around to hothouses and see what kind of fancy greenhouse varieties they have.”
Wesley approached her with a measuring tape. “Sugar, I’ve got to get your measurements so I can make sure we’ve got room for that precious baby bump come wedding day.”
How about nope.
Azy backed away from Wes and his instrument of torture. She did not need anyone knowing exactly how big her ass had gotten in the past month. She already felt like her stomach was about the circumference of the moon and that she’d look like a big ole pufferfish in any wedding dress, white, champagne, or polka dotted for that matter.
“I think I need a nap.” Azy sighed and rubbed her belly. At least the little ones hadn’t been poking her in the ribs today.
“Of course you do. We’ll let you go, just as soon as you pick Cage’s ring. Can we see yours, so we can match it?”