overdressed
assholes .
“The Court has carefully considered each and
every applicant, each and every request, each and every offer for
your hands.”
And each and every bit of property on the
negotiating table too, I’ll bet. Georgie’s gut curdled. She
wondered if she’d been bartered for a pigsty, or perhaps an acre or
two of beet fields. She hated beets.
“Will you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to
listen.”
Georgie jumped as Theo’s voice sounded in
her head. It was comforting, familiar and she felt some of her
tensions relax as she tried to hide the smile his words had
stimulated.
Thinking about Theo made the whole
drawn-out, incredibly boring ceremony a shitload easier, that was
for sure. He would understand why she’d rather be given a sword, a
horse and a sharp lance over a husband any day.
Although - a lick of heat shimmered between
her legs - she’d prefer not to give up the chance to have
some really good sex someday.
And consequent upon the thought of really
good sex, her mind darted back to the moment a few years back when
Theo’s tongue had touched her in just the right spot and blown her
princessly brains out of her left ear. Fuck . She must be a
serious perv herself if she was gonna start thinking about getting
it on with a goddamn dragon .
His cock was probably half a mile long and
he’d rip her to bits if he ever tried to -
“ Will you shut the fuck up ?” Theo’s
mental bellow of outrage nearly knocked her off her chair. She
sucked in a breath and blushed. She’d forgotten he could hear every
frickin’ thought now she was home.
“And now for Princess Georgiana...”
There was a silence until the sister sitting
next to Georgie nudged her sharply. “That’s you.”
Georgie jumped and frowned. “I know that .”
“Then stand up, for God’s sake.”
Georgie sighed and stood, feeling a lot more
like she was about to face a firing squad than an engagement
announcement.
“Uh...let me see here...” The King consulted
a sheaf of papers on a low table by the throne. “Where’s that one?”
He hissed an aside to his Seneschal.
The man hurried to paw through the papers as
well, while Georgie rolled her eyes, stared at the ceiling and
tried not to whistle.
“What the fuck. That’ll do.” The King waved
his aide aside. “Princess Georgiana. You are hereby affianced to
Prince William of Littlewick.” He looked around, only to have the
Seneschal return and whisper something in his ear.
He sighed and actually deigned to look at
Georgie. “The moron isn’t here yet. Sorry about that.”
The others fidgeted as Georgie sat back down
with a thump. She’d gotten herself engaged to an idiot who couldn’t
even show up on time.
Hah. We’ll see about that.
Theo, who had been carefully monitoring
things via his link with Georgie, grinned. She was pissed off to
the hilt, but he couldn’t quite figure out if it was because she’d
gotten herself an unwanted fiancé, or if it was because he wasn’t
there at the time.
Theo had also squelched down some very
un-dragonly emotions as he’d caught her musings on sex. With him .
It was utterly and completely impossible.
Theo knew that, Georgie knew that and it was a rather sore spot in
Theo’s existence. His body might be about half a ton of scales and
fire, but his soul was still vaguely human and he could still
yearn.
Thankfully, although he shared Georgie’s
dreams, she hadn’t shared his. Especially not the ones in
which he had his own human body back and fucked her every which way
‘til Tuesday - and then some. Or the porn movie ones. Those were really good ones, all things considered.
Of course even if he was human, she probably
wouldn’t be interested in a pimply low-born dweeb, not when there
was some aristocratic twit with a title lurking around just waiting
to pounce on...on...those gorgeous breasts she’d flashed
him.
He sighed. Sometimes it was hard being a
dragon. Especially when said dragon got hard and his
assholes .
“The Court has carefully considered each and
every applicant, each and every request, each and every offer for
your hands.”
And each and every bit of property on the
negotiating table too, I’ll bet. Georgie’s gut curdled. She
wondered if she’d been bartered for a pigsty, or perhaps an acre or
two of beet fields. She hated beets.
“Will you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to
listen.”
Georgie jumped as Theo’s voice sounded in
her head. It was comforting, familiar and she felt some of her
tensions relax as she tried to hide the smile his words had
stimulated.
Thinking about Theo made the whole
drawn-out, incredibly boring ceremony a shitload easier, that was
for sure. He would understand why she’d rather be given a sword, a
horse and a sharp lance over a husband any day.
Although - a lick of heat shimmered between
her legs - she’d prefer not to give up the chance to have
some really good sex someday.
And consequent upon the thought of really
good sex, her mind darted back to the moment a few years back when
Theo’s tongue had touched her in just the right spot and blown her
princessly brains out of her left ear. Fuck . She must be a
serious perv herself if she was gonna start thinking about getting
it on with a goddamn dragon .
His cock was probably half a mile long and
he’d rip her to bits if he ever tried to -
“ Will you shut the fuck up ?” Theo’s
mental bellow of outrage nearly knocked her off her chair. She
sucked in a breath and blushed. She’d forgotten he could hear every
frickin’ thought now she was home.
“And now for Princess Georgiana...”
There was a silence until the sister sitting
next to Georgie nudged her sharply. “That’s you.”
Georgie jumped and frowned. “I know that .”
“Then stand up, for God’s sake.”
Georgie sighed and stood, feeling a lot more
like she was about to face a firing squad than an engagement
announcement.
“Uh...let me see here...” The King consulted
a sheaf of papers on a low table by the throne. “Where’s that one?”
He hissed an aside to his Seneschal.
The man hurried to paw through the papers as
well, while Georgie rolled her eyes, stared at the ceiling and
tried not to whistle.
“What the fuck. That’ll do.” The King waved
his aide aside. “Princess Georgiana. You are hereby affianced to
Prince William of Littlewick.” He looked around, only to have the
Seneschal return and whisper something in his ear.
He sighed and actually deigned to look at
Georgie. “The moron isn’t here yet. Sorry about that.”
The others fidgeted as Georgie sat back down
with a thump. She’d gotten herself engaged to an idiot who couldn’t
even show up on time.
Hah. We’ll see about that.
Theo, who had been carefully monitoring
things via his link with Georgie, grinned. She was pissed off to
the hilt, but he couldn’t quite figure out if it was because she’d
gotten herself an unwanted fiancé, or if it was because he wasn’t
there at the time.
Theo had also squelched down some very
un-dragonly emotions as he’d caught her musings on sex. With him .
It was utterly and completely impossible.
Theo knew that, Georgie knew that and it was a rather sore spot in
Theo’s existence. His body might be about half a ton of scales and
fire, but his soul was still vaguely human and he could still
yearn.
Thankfully, although he shared Georgie’s
dreams, she hadn’t shared his. Especially not the ones in
which he had his own human body back and fucked her every which way
‘til Tuesday - and then some. Or the porn movie ones. Those were really good ones, all things considered.
Of course even if he was human, she probably
wouldn’t be interested in a pimply low-born dweeb, not when there
was some aristocratic twit with a title lurking around just waiting
to pounce on...on...those gorgeous breasts she’d flashed
him.
He sighed. Sometimes it was hard being a
dragon. Especially when said dragon got hard and his
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