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That was better than sex. Only by a fraction.
“Say it again.” I panted, thrusting into her hard and fast.
“I love you, Titus.”
The two together were the best day of my life. I’d make it the best day of hers too, with so many orgasms that she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. Yeah, I liked the sound of that, and so did my hard cock.
She’d forever be mine.
Claimed as my mate.
The End
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DRAGONS DON’T SHARE
Lily Harlem
Copyright © 2022
Chapter One
Twilight had drawn to a close, and blackness claimed the sky over the Welsh hills. It was Ivor’s favorite time of day, and he perched on the stone wall of the highest turret of Llanarch Castle and breathed deep. The wind was laced with the heady scent of meadowland—flowers, grass, sheep, and streams—and above him, the stars were coming out to play.
For a moment, he studied the twinkling specks of light stitched overhead. His sister, Tara, believed they told of the future, but Ivor wasn’t so sure. It was okay for her, though, because she’d found her mate and offspring were on the horizon. Her heart was content.
It was the same for his brother, Cal, who was currently in Anglesey with his new bride. He was, no doubt, at this very moment claiming her and enjoying the experience of completeness that Ivor longed for.
He held his arms wide and went onto his tiptoes. They’d always used the roof of the turret—like their parents before them—as an exit route. And an exit was what he needed. The urge to fly high, soar over the mountains, stretch his wings, and purge the heat that was burning up his system was overwhelming.
His instinct to mate was more than a need or a want, more than an itch or a pull. No, it was a breath-stealing desire.A craving drilled into his bones. His hunger to find “the one” gnawed away at his insides.
But where in Merlin’s name was she?
Ivor had searched high and low. He’d visited every country in Europe, waiting for that instant, gut-slamming love to hit him.
He’d seen every kind of face through his human eyes and many through his non-human eyes. Studied blondes, brunettes, and redheads. Women who were tall, small, thin, and voluptuous. But none were his destiny. No woman, to date, had ever shown him the rest of his life just by setting his gaze upon her.
With a huff of frustration, he leaped into the air one hundred feet above the ground. As nothingness surrounded him, he arched his back and shot out his arms. In an instant, they became wings. The familiar tug of bones and stretch of skin was a welcome relief. The end of his spine dragged on his torso as it elongated, becoming a scale-coated tail with a forked spike on the end.
As his human face switched to a snout, fire-hot tongue, and keen flame-red eyes, he flapped his dragon wings downward, pushing on the air and lifting up, up, and away from the valley and lake below.
Ivor, like his brother and sister, rarely flew in the daylight for fear of being seen. It wasn’t that the Welsh folk of the valleys didn’t know dragons existed—of course they did. They just didn’t know dragons existed in modern-day Wales.
Why would they?
He followed a ridgeway east, and when he’d passed a small village, he let out a great roar of fire breath. All day it had been building, waiting to be released, and the sensation of it finally gushing from his mouth was both a relief and pleasure. Kind of like a sneeze or perhaps even an orgasm.
He did it again, huffing bright flames into the night air and snorting smoke from his nostrils.
Feeling lighter and fresher, he took a right turn and headed south. He didn’t know why, but it seemed right. Cardiff was calling him.
A road dotted with only a handful of headlights snaked beneath him, winding around farmland, hills, and rivers. But Ivor didn’t need to follow a meandering route, he was on a direct course.
It had been a while since he’d visited Cardiff, the place his parents had met, and as it came into view, nestled between mountains and water, he had a sensation of being near them again, even though they were long gone.
I want what they had.
