Drakkon ✓ (Le'vris Dragons Book 1)

22

LUCKY

Over the next few days, we try our best to avoid the elephant in the room. At the end of the week, we're supposed to try having sex again, and the clock is ticking.

Drakkon is the best at acting normally. He talks to me about all sorts of things to distract me, and although I try to engage, I often space out. I get better with every passing day, but I don't have many left.

All I know is that I won't back out, because this is something I want, even if I'm fearful.

As I have lunch, I sit by the window and stare outside. A few cannibals run across the street. I recognize them because they wear necklaces of human teeth. Although I'm not visible from this angle and Drakkon is nearby, I still feel like digging a hole and hiding. They're terrifying people, maybe more so than the wild dragons.

This world is a nightmare. We need to get better by ending this apocalypse. It's all up to me.

Later that evening, we get a second visitor. There's a dot far on the horizon. A dragon flying in the sky. I don't know why there's so much activity lately, but it's unnerving.

Drakkon tells me we should be safe in this building, and I believe him. As I lie down at night, I realize I didn't dread having sex with him today. I was too distracted by the horrors outside. His presence only comforted me.

The next day, he surprises me. He brings home a game board he found while he was hunting and asks me to teach him how to play. The next few hours are spent laughing and teasing. I wind up sitting beside the big guy, our thighs touching as I try to soothe his bruised ego.

After a stretch of comfortable silence, our eyes meet. His are patient but wary. There's no lust in his expression. He's too guarded. This only makes me fall for him more, because he cares more about protecting me than getting in my pants.

The day comes all too soon, and I'm convinced Drakkon is more nervous than I am. The enormous, broad-shouldered male is tense, his eyes erratic as he looks for signs that I'm upset.

There are butterflies in my lower belly, and tension throughout the rest of me. I try to focus on my body to keep the memories of pain at bay. They sneak up on me sometimes, but I remind myself that when I'm with Drakkon, I'm the safest I can be.

When he goes out to hunt, he's gone for longer than usual. This unnerves me because I fear he's in trouble, but he's likely just stalling.

I take a bath with warm water to calm my nerves. Part of me wants to lie down with him at night where we can't see each other, but that would be cowardly.

I change into one of his tunics, and it drapes over me. My short hair is tied back, and my fingers are in knots.

When Drakkon arrives, he first goes upstairs to drop off a meal to the older dragon keeping watch. I can hear his footsteps shuffling around, my heartbeat in sync with them.

I stand by the window with my arms crossed over my chest, my hardened nipples stark against the tunic. I'm not aroused, just anxious about what's coming.

As soon as Drakkon enters the room, his eyes widen, and the hold on his bag loosens. Rare signs of vulnerability. He knows what my intentions are— we both knew the day was coming.

"Hello Lucky," he regards me carefully, not stepping further in.

"Hey. Can you come here?"

He stays in his place, taking me in carefully. After a long minute, he drops the bag and takes a step, and then another. By the time he's in front of me, hovering over, my breast is visibly trembling from how hard my heart beats.