Kiyana pulled his sheet up and gracefully dismounted him and the bed. The second her weight and heat vanished from his body, he wanted to bring her back and have her hot pussy hold him again.
However, his mate shook her head. "No more for now. Tell Logan about your dragon whilst I clean up."
Logan looked like he wanted to laugh, but thankfully didn't. A good thing, too, because Alistair may have tried to punch him for it.
As soon as the bathroom door clicked closed, Logan spoke again. "I'd heard about you when you were younger, Alistair, about how you were a lot more charming and mischievous. But I never believed it. Now, however, I do. You're not as straight-laced as you make out to be."
The changes were because of Kiyana, but he didn't want to discuss that with Logan and have it end up filtering to the entire staff. "Can you just hurry up and ask me medically-related questions? I fully intend to have my mate sleep at my side tonight."
Logan's pupils flashed. "Do you now? One word from me, and she goes home."
"Don't even think about it."
"Answer my questions in full, leaving nothing out, and maybe I won't. However, if your health was affected, no amount of growling will change my mind. Too many people fought to save your life, Alistair Boyd. And I won't let your cock risk it out of stupidity."
At that, Alistair fell silent. He'd claimed Kiyana once, and she already carried his bairn. A few more days of not having his mate as he wanted wouldn't kill him.
It might come close, but not quite.
So Alistair answered everything Logan asked and was content to merely hold his mate at his side as he fell asleep.
Chapter Seventeen
About a week later, Kiyana matched her pace to Alistair's, clenching her fingers to keep from offering him help.
Her dragonman was still adjusting to using a cane, and sometimes it would slip on the ground, and it'd take a moment for him to right himself. After the first few hours out of the surgery earlier in the day, Kiyana had learned not to try to help him. To say dragon-shifter males had pride was an understatement.
Alistair finally cursed. "I'm not sure how I'm supposed to get anywhere with the blasted thing."
She shrugged. "Layla said you'd learn soon enough. And if you keep up with your physical therapy, you shouldn't need it at all before too much longer."
He grunted. "Aye, well, I don't like it."
She shook her head. Even supposedly fierce male dragon-shifters turned into children when sick or injured. "Oh, stop it. You can still shift into a ferocious dragon. And even without being able to breathe fire, that's quite impressive."
Alistair's pupils flashed to slits and back. The phenomenon was more common compared to when his dragon had first started speaking to him again.
His beast still hadn't come out during their rather long nap that hadn't been a nap, though. She sensed Alistair's memories of his rogue dragon still haunted him to a degree. It'd take time to make her dragonman whole again, but she was confident it would happen.
He hadn't held back earlier when they'd finally had some time alone, and the lingering soreness between her thighs made her smile.
Alistair grunted again. "If we could breathe fire, the humans would've either killed us off or would have become our subjects."
"Perhaps. But who's to say dragons couldn't have breathed fire thousands of years ago? Max suggested it was possible."
Alistair sighed. "Not bloody Max again. Please tell me he's gone back down south. All I want is a few peaceful days with my female."
Kiyana didn't see Max quite as annoying as many of the Lochguard people did, just eccentric. "He left, so don't worry about him. However, I'm not sure attending dinner at your mother's house is what I'd call peaceful."
Alistair raised an eyebrow. "Not going would've been heaps worse."
Meg Boyd's cottage came into view. "Perhaps, but I've gotten to know your mother well over the last few months. If I'd asked her to give us a day, she would have done so. Especially if I suggested for Archie and Cal to distract her."
"No, no, no. Don't talk about my mum's beaus. I have enough madness in my life without that."
She didn't tease him about that comment. It was true—Alistair was forever being tested, questioned, and even consulted on some of the findings from the data cache Stonefire had acquired concerning the Dragon Knights. "The craziness will die down soon enough. Remember, they've been working for months with all that data and you're just playing catch-up right now."
"Aye, I know that. But I'd rather go back to teaching." He met her gaze. "It's safer and means I can be there for you and the bairn."