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...