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She steps closer until we’re sharing breath. “I’m going to put these in your mouth,” she says, “and your dragon is going to shift. I want to see your talons.” She cups my chin and tilts my face down to hers. “Will you do that for me?”

My dragon lunges forward, knocking the air from my lungs. He strains to get to her, ready to obey. Heat races into my arms and hands. She’s our master. We’ll do anything she asks for her approval.

“Yes,” I breathe.

She runs her hand down my chest and over my stomach to my waistband. She curls her fingers around my dick through my pants and squeezes. I buck into her grip with a growl.

My mouth falls open on a gasp, and she stuffs her panties inside. Wild berries flood my nose and drown out every thought I have. Then the taste of her pussy coats my tongue, and I lose all control.

I come so hard my legs nearly buckle. I grunt around the gag and claw at the bark behind me with my body shaking. My eyes roll back while my dick jerks and spills hot into my pants. Aya keeps squeezing to the last pulse.

She’s real proud of herself until she glances down at my hands and frowns. “You haven’t kept your part of the deal.”

I try to answer her, but I’m talking into her panties.

“I said SHIFT!” she barks.

Her command jolts along the bond and straight into my dragon. Talons burst from my fingertips. He obeys her without checking with me. I should probably be concerned about that, but I’m too busy trying to stay upright.

Aya releases my dick and steps back. She’s practically strutting standing still. “Good boy.”

My dragon eats it up. I’m too wrecked to do anything except stare at her.

“I’ll go home and work on dinner,” she calls as she turns to walk away. “See you later.”

She disappears into the trees. As soon as she’s out of sight, I drop to my knees and brace my hands on the forest floor with my talons sinking into the dirt. I try to pull myself together. Aftershocks keep rolling through me, and my dick throbs in my wet pants. She broke me clean in half. My dragon wants her to do it again.

Eventually I sit back against the tree and take her panties out of my mouth. I press them to my nose and inhale. I’m already addicted to the taste of her still on my tongue.

She can’t taunt me like this. She’ll make me feral.

I fill my lungs with her scent again before I push myself to my feet. My wings extend from my back without resistance this time. I launch into the air and fly over the trees toward our cabin.

She’s already waiting for me on the porch with her chin up when I touch down. I tuck my wings away and walk up on her close enough to see the pulse fluttering in her neck.

She smells smug as hell. Smoke seeps from my nostrils as I glare down at her. “I’m breeding you tonight.”

Her eyes go wide. I don’t wait for an answer. I brush past her into the cabin and go upstairs to clean myself up.

The shower does nothing to calm my dick. I change clothes and head back down still half-hard. The smell of simmering beef makes my stomach growl.

I don’t usually care for human food. My dragon would rather hunt and eat his meat fresh and still warm. I survived years of the Academy cafeteria on the bare minimum. Angie’s cooking never satisfied him. But I know this smell.

I walk into the kitchen and stop in the doorway. Aya stands at the stove facing away from me and stirs a big pot. She’s still in the dress she hiked up for me in the woods. She has the island set for us. Most of the dishes are washed and drying on the rack.

“How did you know I liked beef stew?” I ask.

She peeks at me over her shoulder. “Maybe I was studying you and didn’t realize it.”

I lean against the doorframe. “What do you mean?”

She turns off the stove and ladles thick stew into our bowls. “At the Academy. You hardly ate anything. But whenever Angie made her beef stew with the rosemary bread, you’d gobble it down and come back for seconds. She was always so happy when you did because you barely touched anything else.” She sets the bowls on the island and pulls a fresh loaf from the oven. “I watched you sometimes.”

My dragon shoves me off the doorframe and toward her, but she’s already crossing the kitchen. I wrap my arms around Aya and kiss her slower this time. Her lips taste like the rosemary she’s been cooking with.

“We can skip the food,” I say between kisses.

“Nope.” She pulls away and gives me a stern look. “I want to eat with you. Get to know you better.”