Chapter 32. Unity

Lucas

Being coddled was one of the things he hated the most. He was an alpha male. The king of dragons. The ruler of magnificent and ancient beasts.

A puny in his queen’s arms.

So much for his dialogue. One look from her, plus her not-so-subtle threat that he was sleeping outside their bedroom if he didn’t comply with her wishes, made him strip in a flash and let her bandage his healing wounds without so much as a murmur.

Damn! The Goddess had given him a tyrant for a mate. And he was eternally grateful. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Heavy-lidded eyes watched her nimble fingers tend to him, stirring his urges. Her touch was so soft and delicate that he quelled the urge to shudder in pleasure.

A celebration of a different kind formed in his mind.

“Maybe if you could sponge bath me?” He suggested innocently.

Narrowing her sharp brown eyes at him, she pursed her lips, considering.

“I still feel a dull throbbing inside,” Lucas a