The Drakon Baby Bargain

by Tara Pammi

  It was another thing she’d learned about herself.

  Making love with Gabriel could never be simple for her. It would mean more, and she’d desperately need for it to mean more to him. For him to never want another woman.

  And therein was the problem.

  Until she had a handle on her own emotions, she couldn’t tell him what she suspected. What she knew to be true in her bones. What she was terrified was in her heart.

  * * *

  Gabriel returned from his trip to Barcelona and went straight to his office to finish signing some documents for his secretary.

  Every inch of him was bone tired after dealing with his sister’s worries about their mother. Nothing was short of a drama with Isabella. Nothing short of life or death seriousness.

  And yet, he was also aware of a mad pulse of excitement inside him. A new awareness of everything around him.

  All week, he’d thought of Eleni. Of her crestfallen expression when he’d told her to get dressed in that dismissive tone. Of the way she’d scrunched into herself when he’d warned her that he wanted no lies between them again.

  Of the way she’d walked away from him. As if she couldn’t bear to be touched even by his shadow.

  Setting up the new rules for their relationship, warning her not to give him a reason to doubt her again—he’d needed to do that to wrest control of the situation. Once she understood his rules for their marriage, she would be fine.

  Anticipation tightening every muscle, he walked through the maze-like corridors between the wing that housed his office and the residential apartments at the back of the palace. The famed courtyard glittered with its numerous stones in the moonlight, a cool breeze fluttering in from the ocean.

  Never had his heart thumped so hard at the prospect of seeing a woman.

  * * *

  Standing under the hot stream of jets in her bathroom, Eleni breathed deeply, trying to rid the anxiety that seemed to swirl in her belly.

  It had started the moment Angelina had smilingly whispered that “Papa had returned” this afternoon.

  Every cell in her had wanted to leap across the walls of the palace toward him. Every minute of the day that had passed without seeing him had built up the tension inside of her.

  Suddenly, the idea of settling herself in Gabriel’s bedroom felt like the most naive, most stupid idea she’d ever had. In retrospect, this whole marriage seemed like one, but she couldn’t just back out of it.

  She needed a to-do list to take control of her emotions, like everything else. Physical distance first, so that she didn’t do something stupid like beg him to trust her.

  To want her like she did him.

  Keeping her dignity would be bullet point two. That way, he’d not know how much he’d hurt her.

  That had been her strategy even with her father. Most days, especially in the end, when his dementia had made him vulnerable to attacks of rage and spite, Eleni would pretend that his barbed words didn’t hurt. And for a while, at least, she’d bought into her own pretense.

  Wresting control over her body and heart—bullet point three.

  The water she’d found soothing until it felt far too hot on her tingling skin. With just the thought of Gabriel and what he’d done to her, she felt far too aware of the crease of her sex, the heaviness of her breasts, the ache that came to life between her legs.

  She shut the shower off and tapped her forehead against the cold tile. No bullet points would help the longing in her soul.

  Thoughts in a whirlpool, she hastily dressed in her pajamas, pulled a robe over top and went back to her old bedroom on the opposite side of the wing.

  * * *

  Dawn was tingeing the sky a delicate pink as she flipped the covers over her bed and looked at it restlessly. She was far too keyed up and anxious for sleep. Far too tired to dress for work already.

  She was wandering her bedroom restlessly when there was a loud knock on the door to her suite. She opened the door to find Gabriel standing at the threshold, a thunderous expression in his eyes.

  Instinctively, she took a step back and his scowl deepened. He saw the night bag she had packed without thought, her laptop case sitting at the foot of the bed. Her cell phone connected to its charger by her bed.

  “What the hell is the meaning of this, Princesa?”

  “Of what?” she forced herself to say, while her mind, and body, became reacquainted with the sheer breadth of his masculinity.

  He moved in with a purposeful stride and banged the door closed behind him. Like he’d done at the barn. He wore an expertly tailored white dress shirt that he unbuttoned roughly. All the while his gaze did a thorough, tormenting sweep of her body.

  Alarm chased through her with a follow-up of deep want. “I don’t need consoling tonight,” she blurted out, feeling as if she was turning inside out.

  His fingers stilled on his buttons, his head jerking up. “Excuse me?” He strode toward her, and when she backed away, seemed infuriated. “What did you say?”

  Eleni licked her lips and wished she’d kept her mouth shut.

  He stood so close that she could scent a thread of his aftershave. Her knees threatened to buckle under her.

  “Why have you moved back to your own suite, Princesa?” Goodness, he was blazingly furious. Again. “Have you already had enough of this marriage?”

  Her cheeks burned with mortification. She craned her neck to see into his eyes. “I needed a little distance,” she said defensively. “Also, since you left without a word, didn’t even bother to ask after me the next morning, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me there.”

  “Wanted you where?”

  “In your bed.”

  Another step of his toward her, and she backed up a little more. “You didn’t ask me the first time if I wanted you there. You lodged yourself in my bedroom as if you were queen of the palace.”

  “I... I was foolish then. I thought if I dangled myself like a juicy carrot in front of you in close quarters, you’d succumb to temptation.”

  His mouth twitched but nothing could calm the devilish gleam in his eye. He looked at her the way she looked at a pair of stilettos. With deep, possessive need. “And you succeeded. I fell for the proverbial carrot and devoured you.” Her blush rose again and she just gave up fighting it. “Is that the problem?” His face softened, tenderness and something else filling up his eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

  He looked so utterly pained by the prospect that Eleni couldn’t keep quiet. “It hurt, yes, but...not in a bad way. With our respective sizes, Mia said she figured I would be up for a rough ride.” This time she burned with mortification for he laughed outright.

  It was the most beautiful sound Eleni had ever heard.

  “My point is...it hurt no more than it should for my first time. I think.”

  He pushed a hand through his hair roughly. And slowly, as if coming out of a fog, Eleni wondered if he had truly worried over her absence in the suite. If she’d just declared defeat without even fighting for their marriage. “Then why are you here, Eleni?”

  “You left before I... You left without a single word and you didn’t return for a week. Moreover, you stayed with your...lawyer friend, who they say is really close to you. Not everything in this marriage can be your decision, Gabriel. I gave myself whiplash wondering what you were thinking. I wasn’t sure if you’d want me in your bed.”

  “And if I didn’t want you, you’d stay out of it, Eleni? Why didn’t you do that the first time then?”

  This conversation was going nowhere. One of them, Eleni knew, had to take the first step toward the other. Toward honesty in their feelings. In giving more than wanting things in return. In making a leap of faith.

  She’d demanded his trust, and yet she hadn’t trusted in herself at all. Hadn’t believed that she could be his equal, that she could still steer their marriage the way she wanted.

  Just like she’d always done with her father. She’d kept her head down, absorbed all his poiso
nous barbs about her sullied blood, about not being good enough for the House of Drakos with a blind hope that he would come to love her.

  God, she’d been such a coward.

  But Gabriel meant far more to her than anyone ever had. Then shouldn’t she at least fight for him before she gave up?

  Hair mussed, shirt hanging open, he’d never looked more gorgeous. Or more out of her reach. Her chest ached with longing. But she had to say her piece. He undid the last button and, mesmerized by the sight of his tanned, perfect chest, Eleni stared mindlessly. “I thought this would be easy. I would look after Angelina, have a baby and you would never threaten Drakon again. But I realized I just can’t. I can’t—”

  “If you’re asking for a bloody divorce two months into this marriage, I will—”

  “I’m not!” She stared at him, aghast. “Why do you keep assuming the worst about me?”

  He sighed. “Then what do you suggest we do, cariña? What is it that you want of me?”

  “I realized I need more than you’ll ever be willing to give, Gabriel. And I... I can’t just let you hurt me. Like I let my father all my life. I’m still trying to find a way around that instead of just giving up on us. But infidelity is my last straw. I know what we agreed, but I just can’t...”

  The tender stroke of his fingers over her cheek made tears prickle behind her eyes. “I have not touched another woman, nor will I...” Gabriel pushed his hand through his hair, frustration building up inside him. Yet it had nothing on the panic that had swarmed him when he’d found his suite empty of her. She asked for very little. And yet, every word he spoke to her felt like he was giving away parts of himself to her. Permanently.

  He still had to try. “I have never slept with two women at the same time in my life, Eleni. With the relentless media focus on Nikandros and Andreas, you have to know that half of it is smoke.”

  She lifted her chin and met his gaze, as if to assess if he was speaking the truth. “All I care about right now is Angelina. There are enough headaches in my life dealing with you and Angelina, finishing this project in Drakon and to top it all, my mother is getting married again, apparently, and she thinks somehow I will join her and the new chump she’s picked out in this celebration. I went to Barcelona to reassure Isabella that I’ll look into it. And if my communication and my departure was abrupt, it is because that’s how I have lived for thirty-six years. I won’t come to you and discuss every filament of feeling or emotion that passes through my head.”

  “Feeling?”

  “Yes. I felt guilty for taking you like that in the barn. For not listening to you about the video. And I don’t handle guilt well. I’ve never—” He cut himself off right there. “I’ve never been in a relationship with this much hassle.” There! That should satisfy her!

  No need for the minx to know how possessive he felt about her. Or about the moments of dread when he wondered about the man she’d loved once, the man who was clearly dear to her. Not when the knowledge of him returning, of him offering Eleni the world hung over him like a shadow every waking moment.

  But he would deal with it when it came to that.

  She was his wife now.

  She belonged with him and Angelina.

  The sexual chemistry between them was off the charts, and when it cooled, they would both come back to earth. They might even have a satisfactory sex life, a relationship with mutual respect and love for Angelina and any other children they might have.

  “You went to see your sister, Isabella?” she asked in a small voice, her gaze searching his.

  “Yes. Are there any more questions?”

  “Your friend...”

  “Alyssa has never been my lover and never will be.”

  This much emotional seesawing was going to make her go up in flames one of these days, Eleni thought, staring at Gabriel’s now completely naked, and utterly sexy, chest.

  “Your mother lives in Barcelona?” she somehow managed to also ask.

  “Yes. We don’t speak to each other so Isabella is kind of the go-between. And now I would really like to end our domestic drama and go to bed.”

  Eleni nodded, feeling her mouth dry completely. Had they resolved anything? She knew now that he would not cheat on her. But he still had deep trust issues. Issues that he wouldn’t talk about easily.

  Knees feeling like rubber, she walked toward the bed.

  One look at the dark blue sheets sent her scuttling back to the sitting area. Did he want to share the bed with her? Did he expect to make love tonight?

  Just the thought of it was enough to send her body into a spiral of longing. Could she make the first move?

  She had to be the only woman in the world who could command a palace staff of two hundred and yet worry over her husband coming home to bed at night.

  Every beat of her heart seemed to take forever as she heard the shower go on and then off far too soon. In the end, she waited near the window, far too keyed up to sleep.

  A towel tied to his waist, his chest still damp from the shower, Gabriel walked out. Any remaining air in her lungs went whoosh.

  Dark olive skin stretched over lean muscles. A smattering of dark hair, wetly stuck to his skin now, made a dusky path from his chest to his navel, and then disappeared downward into his towel.

  He used another towel to wipe his back, drawing her attention there. Smooth, gleaming skin and broad shoulders... Eleni couldn’t stop staring. She only barely remembered to keep breathing.

  He plopped onto a chair in front of her and pulled her hands onto his shoulders.

  Eleni jerked, the heat of his body singeing her fingertips even through the fabric of his shirt. He was pure steel under her fingers, the span of his shoulders so broad that he encompassed her petite frame. Simply, he took her breath away.

  A bird cawed somewhere in the distance. A gentle breeze ruffled in through the French doors. Silence around them thickened until Eleni was sure the thundering of her heart could be heard all around them.

  “What...what is it that you expect me to do?”

  “I worked for too long in the same pose on the flight. My back aches like hell.”

  She bristled at the command in his tone. “So?”

  Tilting his head to the side, he devoured her with his gaze. “So be a good wife, Princesa. Your husband has come home after a long, hard day at work and he needs some attention.”

  The very devil twinkled in his smile. “Poor Gabriel...”

  “This is what marriage is about, you know. Ensuring your husband has everything he needs.”

  Her mouth twitched, the long-suffering look on his face sending a bubble of laughter up through her throat. “I didn’t know you were such an expert on marriage.”

  He shrugged. “I don’t do anything by halves. And Princesa?”

  Eleni didn’t think she’d ever known a moment so filled with utter joy. “What, now?”

  “I would have you not work so hard either.”

  Stunned, she looked down at him. “What?”

  “You...are not just the Princess of Drakon anymore, Eleni. You are my wife. You could soak in a diamond-filled tub all day if you wanted. You could give up each and every one of your palace duties. We could...”

  “But you accepted my request to stay in Drakon.”

  “I did. But I still wish for you to make a life outside of the palace. Anything you need, it’s yours for the asking, Eleni.”

  Is your heart available? she wanted to say, but kept the silly question to herself. One step at a time, Eleni, she told herself, and right now, all of her energies were consumed by her husband’s gloriously naked back.

  Pondering his request, she went to work on his muscles. He was right. There were painful knots all over his shoulders and upper back. Even damp, his skin was still warm to her touch.

  She kneaded the stiff muscles in silence, working through each knot. Heat flew from her fingers to his skin and back until her own fingers were tingling from it. She didn’t know how long
she continued like that, but in that small, quiet moment, there was a tenuous connection between them.

  The silence went from comfortable to tense, back and forth like the swing of a pendulum. In the next breath, Gabriel turned and lifted her up in his arms.

  Eleni could only stare.

  He deposited her on the high bed and stood in between her knees. Holding her gaze, he pushed the thin straps of her nightie down, baring her breasts to his slumberous gaze.

  “I did you a disservice that night.”

  “How?”

  “In the dark, I could only feel and touch. I couldn’t worship you with my eyes.”

  Rough fingers kneaded and played with the bared flesh, setting her nerves on fire. Her spine arched, her upper body leaning toward him of its own accord, demanding he give her that same spine-tingling pleasure.

  With a husky laugh, Gabriel complied. His tongue flicked and played with her nipple, until it was painfully sensitive. Sinking her fingers into his hair, Eleni moaned just as he closed his mouth and suckled deeply.

  Sensations flew to the apex of her thighs like molten lava. Her silk nightie slithered soundlessly to the floor. Gabriel pressed a reverent kiss to her soft belly, his breath a harsh rhythm in the silence.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, mi princesa,” he whispered, and looking down at her flushed skin, her trembling muscles, Eleni could well believe it.

  How could anything that gave her so much pleasure be anything but?

  Pushing her back into the bed, his mouth went on a lazy trail from the valley between her breasts to her abdomen.

  Eleni stretched on the bed like a cat, the cool sheets doing nothing to help her overheated skin. When he joined her on the bed and pushed a lazy hair-roughened leg between hers, she moaned at the pressure. He pressed at the spot hungering for his touch with his thick muscle and a soft pulse shuddered there.

  “You’re already damp for me.”

  Blushing, she turned to him. Bronzed skin gleaming with vitality, he reminded her again of the marauders that had tried to capture Drakon again and again. She ran her fingers over the spikes of his shoulders, curled them in the crisp smattering of hair on his chest. Heard the hitch of his breath.