bruises.”
“Goblins aren’t green and purple.” Delyse made to walk past Astrid, her mind still set on the bathroom.
Astrid grabbed her arm. “Here, let me help you.”
Delyse grumbled, but didn’t push her away. The tall, strong female dragon almost carried her to the bathroom, and left her standing in front of the mirror while she filled the tub with hot water.
“Oh! Oh!” Delyse was studying her own face.
“Yep. There are no words…”
“I’ll never drink again.”
Astrid huffed. “Don’t make promises you won’t be able to keep.” When the bubble bath was ready, she unwrapped the sheets from Delyse’s body, holding them with two fingers. She furrowed her brows and sniffed the air. “You smell like you showered in wine!”
Delyse threw her a death glare. “Do me a favor and don’t ask for details.”
“Oh, I won’t! You just had sex with my brother and my Alpha. Details are the last thing on my mind.”
They both laughed, then Astrid helped her lie down in the tub and washed her hair carefully. Delyse sighed and closed her eyes, letting the hot water soothe her sore muscles and rinse all traces of wine and other things off her skin. They didn’t talk much. Delyse would have fallen asleep if she weren’t so hungry.
“I’m happy for you,” Astrid eventually said.
Delyse nodded, too tired and lazy to speak.
“When Viggo brought you here, the first thing I told him was to forget about waking Eric. Neither I, nor Finn would have blamed him if he had taken you as his bride and completely assumed the role of Fyrstur. Seriously. And even if some of the other dragons of our clan woke up at some point, they wouldn’t have blamed him either. I’m… I’m ashamed to say it now, but I had lost my faith in Eric. Viggo hadn’t. He stepped on his own heart because he still believed in Eric, he knew our clan needed him, not a new Fyrstur. He was right.” She paused for a moment. “And I’m glad he was right and I was wrong. Eric proved me wrong when he immediately saw right through you and Viggo, right through your act, and made a choice worthy of a true Alpha: he put your happiness before his pride. That’s how you know your clan is in the right hands: when the Alpha thinks about his wife and the members of his clan first.”
Delyse nodded again, this time because she didn’t know what to say, not because she didn’t have the energy to move her lips. They stayed in silence for a little longer, then Astrid jumped to her feet and smiled down at her.
“I better go. I hear two big dragons strolling down the corridor, and I bet they’re not here to see me.”
Delyse’s heart grew in her chest. She was about to see Eric and Viggo for the first time after… last night. Would it be awkward? What would they talk about?
“Thank you,” she said just as Astrid was sneaking out of the bathroom.
No more than a minute passed before Eric and Viggo politely knocked on the door before coming in. Delyse hugged her knees to her chest, still chin-deep in strawberry scented bubbles, and smiled at them.
“Well, look who’s finally up,” said Eric as he knelt beside the tub and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I thought you’d sleep for at least two days.”
Viggo sat on the floor, on the other side of the tub. He tucked a strand of wet hair behind Delyse’s ear and let his fingers linger on her hot skin. “I was afraid you’d fallen into some strange sort of hibernation and we’d have to wait until a total solar eclipse to wake you up.”
“Ha. Ha. You think you’re funny,” she pouted.
Eric dipped his hand in the white foam to massage one of her breasts, but Delyse immediately slapped his hand away.
“Don’t even think about it! I don’t know what you two did to me last night, but I can barely move.”
The Fyrstur leaned in to whisper in her ear: “We did nothing you didn’t ask for.”
“Rather loudly and demandingly, I might add,” said Viggo.
Their words sent a delicious jolt of desire right to her core, and her pussy throbbed at the memory of these two men taking turns claiming her body, burying their cocks inside her until she screamed.
“Stop it,” she said and shifted uncomfortably. The last thing she needed was to be horny again. “I’m hungry.”
“Thought as much,” said Eric, leaning away from the tub and grabbing a towel to dry his hand. “I asked the maids to clean the room while you’re still in the bath.”
“And to make you a huge, consistent lunch,” added Viggo.