The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

Chapter 23

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The reports were all over the place, but they were useful. Knowing what the staff was gossiping about and exactly what they said was useful, but I didn't care about it. My mind was focused on what could be happening at dinner right now.

Based on the hour, they definitely started the Empty and Harmonious Cups ceremony. I wondered what kind of questions he would ask. My father had always had a strange sense of humor, but he seemed positively gleeful at imagining the questions he would ask and the debates he would engage in with my future wife. I wish more than anything I had the strength to use my connection to the palace to listen in, but perhaps he would just have her play again when it was revealed that I was awake.

My mind conjured the image of Morgan and the way she'd looked dressed in my crimson silk robe. She was so beautiful. My cock stirred, and I let my head fall back against the headboard with a soft groan.

It had been years since I'd enjoyed the touch of a woman. I honestly wasn't sure how much longer I could manage. It was easier when she wasn't here, and I didn't have time to think about

1. it. Having Ari sneak into my room so often and be absolutely creepy about it really dulled my libido. Now, it was roaring to life.

The door creaked open. I went still. She closed it, and I felt her barrier go up. Then, she stumbled into sight of the doorway, revealing a sight that sent a jolt through me. Morgan, her face flushed. and a mischievous glint in her normally serious eyes, stood swaying slightly in the doorway. My robe slipped halfway off her shoulder, revealing the slightly sheer black layer beneath the outer

robe.

"Yourdad's a jerk." she pouted. "And I'm pretty sure the red-eyed lady is evil. Is that Keiji's

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"Yes... I'm impressed that you managed to walk all the way here."

her hands. "Maya helped

an eyebrow at her. "You managed to keep up

and let it drop to the floor. I gulped as the

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shut with a soft sigh. My heart started racing, and when she got to the end of the bed, she hauled herself over the footboard. The strap of her

she raised a hand, muttering something about "privacy," and her shimmering barrier pulsed around the room, effectively blocking any prying eyes or ears. Her laughter echoed in the

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a different sensation registered -- a shiver, a barely audible whimper. Confusion washed through me. Then, as she curled closer, her body seeking warmth against mine, I felt it - the unmistakable chill emanating

burying her face in my chest.

that instantly banished any thoughts of seduction. This wasn't a ploy; she was genuinely cold. Despite the logic screaming at me that this was a terrible idea, my body betrayed me the moment her skin touched mine. Getting cold was an odd reaction to the wine used for the ceremony, but she was human, and

pillow. The situation was torturous yet somehow...endearing. I held her close, the weight of my investigation. forgotten. Tonight, it seemed, all I could offer

chill, flared across every point of contact. Desire, raw and primal, pulsed through my veins. I tried to push it down as her scent filled my nose. A low, rumbling growl rattled through my chest. She giggled. Every muscle in my body

cold feet seeking warmth against mine. A shiver rippled through me, not from the temperature but from the conflicting emotions churning within me a potent mix

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I set the

bedside table and settled into sleep

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a peaceful rhythm. I was starting to doze off when I heard a choked sob from her. I opened my eyes. Her body tensed, and

her voice thick with sleep