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“The only other collection of books written by monsters for monsters is in the Motham Library, but I believe Dad actually acquired more.”
Now Ethan was strolling toward the wooden door at the back of the bookshop. “What’s in here?”
“That’s Dad’s study. I’ve kept it locked since he died. There are still things in there that I—I haven’t had the courage to go through yet. I just keep thinking I’ll cry so much I won’t be able to get the job done.”
“I felt like that when I walked into my father’s office after he died. Like I’d never be able to fill his shoes.” Ethan put his arms around her waist and his wings around her shoulders and laid a kiss on the top of her head. How could you settle for just arms when you could get a double hug with wings as well, Min wondered.
After a moment, she sighed. “I guess I do need to go in there. There are boxes of books that need sorting still. And there’s a box they found in the mangled wreckage of his car.” Her lip wobbled, tears filled her eyes. “I think that’s what makes it so hard. It would remind me of that day too much.”
“If you want to go in, I’ll hold your hand.”
She stood very still, hesitating. “I—I’m not sure. It doesn’t feel quite the right time.”
“Then honor that,” Ethan said gently. “Maybe you need to be alone when you first go through his stuff.”
“I’m not sure if it’s that even.” She couldn’t put a finger on it, she just knew this was not the moment.
As if reading her thoughts, he said, “You’ll know when it’s right, Min.”
She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with tears, so glad that Ethan understood without the need for explanations.
“Thank you,” she sighed, and laid her head against his chest.
After all the sadness of losing her father, all the pain and loneliness of this past year, as Ethan’s wing bound her close, Min finally felt like she’d found home.
CHAPTER 23
The next couple of weeks were the happiest of Min’s life.
She’d never dreamt that she would ever find someone so right, so perfect. They seemed able to sense what each other needed, physically and mentally.
She discovered that Ethan loved having his spinal scales massaged gently.
He found her G-spot. And a little spot just behind her ear that turned her on when he kissed it. Every. Single. Time.
They went on a whirlwind of dates, spending every evening out on the town, holding hands, kissing, chatting about all kinds of things. And they laughed—a lot. About the silliest things, really.
Ethan was right—dragon humor and Westwind humor were the perfect match.
Every night was filled with lovemaking, her riding his cock, being pleasured alternately—and sometimes simultaneously—by his tail, his groc, and his cock. He had this amazing way of looping his tail along the crevice between her buttocks and teasing her little hole, as she rode his cock and his groc stimulated her clit. And her orgasms were so intense her rippling inner walls would bring him off at exactly the same moment.
Other times he’d lie her on the bed and lick down her body with that long, forked tongue, taking her nipples in his mouth like ripe cherries, suckling them until she practically came just from that.
Then he’d lick down, across her tummy, down to the soft patch of hair between her thighs, and his big green hands, with just a touch of claw—she’d told him she liked the scratch of them—would part her legs. He’d smile up at her lasciviously, showing her his tongue before placing it between her legs and lapping a path that drove her nearly insane with want.
Rimming her. Teasing her.
Until she was like putty in his hands, and if his cock had been twice, thrice the size, she’d still be wide open enough to take it.
In between these encounters she slept, quite a lot. To get her energy back for the next marathon. And she spent time with his family, too.
She and Cressida would trawl through her cave room, going through her jewelry collection and talking about her past. She’d also met Cressida’s friends at coffee mornings, a group of loud, fun-loving monster species who teased Min relentlessly about dragon cock. Min gave up blushing after a while. These older women were worldly wise, knew what they wanted in the bedroom and didn’t buy the shy virgin act.
Besides, Min didn’t have to play that part. She was well and truly not a virgin anymore.
She also spent time with Beau, learning all about the game he was working on. He clearly loved confiding in her, and often showed her the almost finished graphics for his game.
“What do you think of Schelzan?” he’d say as they sat in the garden. They spent time there most days as summer advanced and the weather was perfect.
