The Exiled Dragon
Orion only rubbed the back of Willa’s back, giving her a smile.
“What will you give me?” Scorpia spoke louder. “You have crimes stacked against you. I can only do so much even if you are my mate,” she choked back a cry.
“Anything you desire. I’ll work the soil to produce crops, I’ll sweat in the days light sources tending to animals, anything, Scorpia, anything.” The back of Scorpia’s fingers ran down Mortus’ face. Shocks of pleasure ran through him, leaning closer to the small area of skin gracing his face.