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Ethan let out a low groan.

“Min… I told you…” His voice was deep, husky, his whole body coiled tight.

“Told me what?” She glanced up at him, blinking innocently.

“Don’t stroke my tail unless you want…”

“Want what?”

“Stop being obtuse.” A muscle in his jaw ticked.

“Unless I want trouble? Like the other night, in the orange grove?” she asked softly, and turned into him, lifting his tail and curling it around her. “I like that kind of trouble.”

He groaned.

“Ethan.” She buried her head in the velvet softness of his chest. Sniffed the musky sweet scent of him, felt his tail flick over her butt cheeks, the tip tweaking at the crack between them. Oh, that was interesting.

And even more enticing, standing pressed into him like this, she felt the hard ridges of his cock, getting harder by the moment.

Oh, how she wanted to free it.

See it.

Touch it.

He let out a guttural groan. “Fuck, Minerva, you’re messing with my head. I—I don’t know what… if we… if we… take this further, I?—”

“I’m actually planning to mess with something else right now.” She giggled, her hand panning lower. “Ethan, if we made love, surely it would be easier to pretend our relationship isn’t fake.”

He barked a laugh. “That’s an oxymoron. Pretending something isn’t fake.”

“No, it’s totally logical.” She nuzzled her nose deeper in between his pecs, then glanced up at his long jaw, smiling cheekily as her hand crept still lower. He turned his head and one bright ice blue eye gazed at her, humor and wonder reflecting back at her in equal measure.

His big hand came over hers and stilled its path. “Min, you know I want you. Badly. But… this could get complicated.” He gathered her exploring hand in his and held it firmly, his eyes suddenly cloudy with concern. “You’re a virgin. I can’t take advantage of that.”

“What if it’s not taking advantage, Ethan? What if it’s what I want? What if I want to lose my virginity to a dragon?”

“You don’t know what you’re asking, sweetheart.”

“Yes. I do.” And with that, she wiggled her hand out of his grasp and moved it between them until she’d cupped his huge swollen girth.

He groaned and threw back his head, and courage surged through her. “Can we both stop fighting this?” she husked, her hand moving up his length, marveling at the feel of him, the ripples and ridges of a cock that felt so alien, yet so right.

“Let’s lie on the bed, get our breath for a moment.” He gasped. She nodded, and with his wings around her, they lay down. With shaking hands, he removed her glasses, put them on the bedside table and then stared at her, stroking her cheek. “Your eyes are so beautiful without the frames.”

“I can see you better up close without them.” She traced her fingers over his lean nose, the little scales that flattened as she touched them. Over his horns.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked softly.

“So very much.” She sighed. “But I want to see all of you. Just tonight, let’s… let’s not think of the consequences, let’s just…” She was in freefall, but she was sure of one thing: she knew that this dragon would catch her. “Let’s make love,” she finished, burying her face in his chest.

Another deep groan, and then he gently cupped her chin and kissed her long and deep, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. Oh, how she’d missed his kiss since that night in the orange grove. It had only been a few days, but it felt like a lifetime ago. Immediately she could feel her response, the wetness of her arousal flowing liberally between her legs. Her nipples were as hard as two little pebbles, her breasts swollen and yearning for him to touch them. She thrust her breast out to meet his mouth as he moved down her neck with little kisses, but he paused and lifted his head. “Min, one more thing?—”

Min huffed a sigh. Couldn’t he tell how desperately she needed relief here?

“I need you to know that dragons have no sexually transmitted diseases. It’s one of the few good things that came out of losing our shifting powers, we didn’t inherit human diseases. And you don’t need to worry about pregnancy… males are fertile only on quarterly cycles. I am not in one, and I don’t know if I even could… with a human…”

Min felt a little pang of disappointment. Could she birth Ethan’s dragonlings? How would that even work? But now was not the time to think of that. She touched his cheek. “Thank you for reassuring me.”

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