Which is hot as hell.
His cock startsmovingfrantically against his trousers again, hard just from watching me.
"Vael..." I whimper his name, the climax building, washing away every coherent thought. "Vael-Torin..."
The orgasm tears through me as I shudder against him, my body shaking with the aftermath.
Vael-Torin lets out a satisfied growl, leaning down to press a kiss directly to my temple. He wipes my cheek with the blunt side of a talon, then pulls me tight against the hard muscle of his chest.
Tucked securely in the dark against my giant red dragon, I realize I don't give a single flying fuck about the cameras.
Signing us up for this is the best decision I’ve ever made.
CHAPTER 6
VAEL-TORIN
I am entirely undone.
The morning sun filters into the strange cavernous space under the tree’s roots, casting a glow over the female sleeping against my chest. Her head’s nestled into the juncture of my shoulder, her breathing deep and even. The fever of her mating heat has banked for the moment, replaced by the intoxicating fragrance of her satisfaction from her release last night.
I watch the delicate movement of her face, mesmerized.
Last night, she did not look at my early release with disgust.
She did not mock the undisciplinedskithingof my cock.
No, she looked at me with a fierce light in her eyes, took her own pleasure in front of me, and claimed my name with her lips.
Pah-pee.The strange syllables echo in my mind. She is… better than anything I could have imagined. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think the most beautiful of the humans would pick me for her mate.
She is a wingless queen who already commands my heart with a single flutter of her lashes.
Paah-pee stirs, a groggy grunt escaping her pink lips as her eyes flutter open. Her auburn hair is a chaotic wild bush around her face, and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
"Good morning, Paah-pee," I rumble. Her cheek smooshes harder against my chest, and my heart gives a painful squeeze.
She blinks up at me, squinting in the bright morning light, and then her gaze automatically drops to the earth beside our root cave.
Sitting in the mud are her strange pink foot-weapons. The once bright fluff is now matted with mud, the delicate fiber flattened into a sad ruin. The single remaining heel-peg is sunk deep into a patch of dirt, completely useless for combat.
Perhaps that is why she chose me. She knew her alien mate would be able to protect her, and these strange shoes are proof of her belief in me.
Pride sings through me.
Until she lets out a tragic sigh, her mouth turning down into a pout that makes my tail instinctively twitch with the urge to comfort her. She makes a move to slide out of my lap, the impossibly soft skin of her bare feet hovering over the forest floor.
"No," I growl, my arm tightening around her waist like a steel band. “You will only hurt yourself, Pah-pee.”
She freezes, looking up at me with irritation all over her gorgeous face.
She points to her feet, then to the path ahead, making a walking motion with her fingers.
It is adorable.
Still, I shake my head with absolute finality.
I reach down, picking up one of the ruined pink fluffy torture devices by its strap, holding it up between us. "These are structurally compromised," I tell her, my voice grave. "The defensive fluff is ruined. One peg is shattered. Your skin is too thin for the jagged stones of this moon. You will not walk." I puff my chest out. “Not when I can carry you.”
