Roxy felt like a baby in Zarek's arms.
Was there any day she didn't feel like that in his arms? It always reminded her of their meeting and how he had almost killed her.
An iconic beginning, Roxy would dub it. That's why no matter how many mates she gets, Zarek would always be the only one who occupied the largest part of her heart.
Zarek had wrapped Roxy in her heavy fur cloak, but the steam rising from her skin was still visible in the frigid morning air. She felt clean. She felt thoroughly claimed. And thanks to the Dragon King's... thoroughness... she felt a renewed sense of clarity.
The pregnancy hormones were still going haywire, but it was better now; she felt satisfied even though she wished he could keep going.
But for now, she was calm and felt rosy.
"I feel good," Roxy announced as he dropped her steadily onto the porch. "Like I could fight a bear. Or do taxes. Whichever comes first."
