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We did so in a flurry of movement, and then I was shoving her down onto the bed.

She laughed. “Hell, yeah.” She wriggled back some more, then lifted her legs, spreading herself wide. “Is this what you want?”

My eyes zeroed in on her delicate, glistening folds surrounded by short, groomed hair.

“Yes,” I gasped, falling to my knees to taste the delicate nectar she was producing just for me.

“Oh, Doran!” she screamed, her hands finding my head. Then, she found my horns and the touch went straight to my cock. I became lost in her, feasting on her as she writhed and cried out, drenching me with her juices.

“Doran, please! I...I need!”

I pulled away, knowing exactly what she needed as I did too, lest I waste my spend on the floor. My gums ached, the venom sacs so full my fangs were beginning to drip tiny droplets.

I placed my cock, glistening with my own mating fluids designed to make claiming my mate easier, and notched its head against her opening.

“Mine,” I growled, punching myself forward.

Her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment, her legs moving to around my waist, her feet behind my back. I started at a furious pace and she urged me on. It didn’t take long at all. Her back arched as she clenched tightly around me, harder than her previous spasms. My wings flared wide, and I struck, my fangs sinking deep at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. She screamed, her hands flying to my head and neck. Not to push me away, but to pin me there as the venom sent wave after wave of ecstasy through her as it partially remade her and sealed us together as one. I pulled my head back forcefully and let out a roar as I emptied myself in her.

She. Was. MINE.

16

SARAH

I stretched, feeling deliciously sore. I yawned. I’d fallen asleep after the best sex I’d ever had. I blushed, remembering how wanton I’d acted.

So what? He’s my husband, after all. But maybe not so wild every time. I can’t limp around the house and sleep off sex every single time.

I giggled to myself. Doran had left the room, leaving me to sleep. I could hear him talking and the sound of Laura babbling back as he pottered about in the kitchen.

“Bob, what time is it?”

“It’s twelve-thirty,” came the reply and I shot upright. I’d slept away the rest of the morning and left Doran to mind the baby and prepare lunch for him and our guests!” I hurriedly redressed, stopping to put on a clean pair of panties first. Padding into the room, I found Doran making sandwiches and the baby happily munching on a piece of bread spread with something.

“What’s that on her bread?” I asked, thumbing at her.

“A ground meat paste for babies. The jar said it was chicken.”

“Ah.” I reached up on tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks for letting me sleep in,” I said, playing it nonchalant. I didn’t want things to become awkward now. This was our new normal, and I just wanted to keep moving forward.

Especially so I can get me some more of that big D.

I knew rationally it wasn’t all about the size, but damn, he really knew how to use it and his tongue; oh my lord, his tongue had played me like a maestro. Surely as we got to know each other’s bodies more, the sex could only get better and better. We’d end up setting the sheets on fire if we weren’t careful. The thought made me giggle as I accepted a sandwich from him.

Dragonii. Fire.

His nose twitched the tiniest bit, and I could tell he could smell what I was thinking.

“You are alright?”

“Yep. Been a while and you’re bigger than my toys, so I’m a little sore, but in a very good way.” I waggled my eyebrows at him playfully to let him know I meant every word.

He looked reassured. “Good. I feared I was too rough.”

“Well, we can’t do that all the time, or I’ll get too sore, not to mention tired, to do anything, but that was insanely hot. Like, almost set the sheets on fire hot.”