From Protector of the Grey House:
“No. But I suspected.” He went to Natalia, picked her up and carried her to his throne. He sat and cradled her to him, to comfort her. All he could do was caress her and kiss her neck and jawline. He would be without her for four days. Even with Lorraine at his beck and call, he would desire Natalia’s warm touch.
“You didn’t share your thoughts?”
“Didn’t feel the need – I need you. Come with me.”
He kissed her hard and made her straddle him; her legs hung over the dragon head armrests. Her breath was taken by his kiss.
“Come with me.” He repeated, his voice thick with emotion.
She answered breathlessly. “Why?”
“I need you.” He held her in place as his arms tightened around her.
“As your protector? Or as your woman?” She caressed his cheek softly, as she tried to read his intent.
“Both.” He closed his eyes to hide what simmered there but showed off his fangs.