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I stroked my hands over Hywel's lean, broad back, up his throat to cup his face. Scales glimmered under the surface of pale skin—a reminder of the true nature of the beast I lay beneath.
"I love you, King of Dreams. I love you, mate of my mate. I love you, Hywel. I will clean your scales and ride your cocks and kiss your lips, and I will share my heart with you, pieced back together as it is," I said, kissing his chin and then his mouth.
His eyes fell shut and he shuddered above me, inside of me.
"Even though you are incredibly wicked to keep me from the others. They must be frantic," I said.
He only grunted in answer. Which meantyes.
"Did you really doubt I loved you?" I asked, smoothing his hair through my fingers.
"No," Hywel said slowly, blinking his eyes open and smiling down at me. "But I am a greedy dragon. It's nice to hear the words. I love you, my pretty morsel."
He was right, itwasnice. I smiled and squirmed beneath him, laughing against his lips as he returned to the steady, perfect pace inside of me, sighing as it stirred warmth in my veins.
"The others will be close," Hywel murmured, trailing his mouth to my shoulder. "They'll need you too."
"Did you leave them behind on the battlefield?" I asked, grinning and grinding my hips to his.
Hywel huffed and then licked my throat, and we fell into a wordless whisper, hands clutching and bodies begging. I didn't notice when he set his teeth to my throat, didn't feel the smooth razor bite. I was too busy falling, feeding, claiming Hywel in turn with the clasp of my flesh around his.
The curtain to the hoard bedroom was whipped aside as we kissed and shivered through the aftershocks.
"Hywel, you bastard!" Laszlo said, and if it weren't for how sated and soft I was, I would've been genuinely shocked at the declaration from my mild-mannered gryphon.
"Don't waste your breath, just get in the bed."
"Asterion," I sighed, and Hywel grunted as I twisted toward my minotaur.
I let out a soft cry, freezing in place, and Asterion, who'd been undressing, stiffened and stared back at me. He was bronze and rust, whole and hearty, but his horns were still ragged. He reached a hand up toward them, touching lightly over the stumps, and then dropped it away.
"They won't heal," Asterion said, lifting his jaw.
I bit my lip and mourned their loss privately, sliding from Hywel to the edge of the bed. My body was still weak, shaky, and I could vaguely recall the voices of my lovers in the cave as they fought to untether me from the vacuum ofnéktarpouring out of me. Conall and Laszlo were undressing, eyes studying me eagerly but wisely not interrupting. Later, I would ask if Rolant and Amon were safe. For now, I had more pressing needs.
My hand lifted, and Asterion bowed his head.
"Do they hurt?" I asked.
"No," he said.
"Good." His eyes looked up, and I fastened my grip around each shortened stem of broken bone, holding his gaze with mine. "Imissedyou."
Asterion groaned and fell hungrily into me with a tug of my grip on his horns. I tangled my arms and legs around my minotaur and shouted as he filled the hollow of my core that Hywel had just left. He paused, nuzzling my fresh wound, with me poised halfway down his cock and squirming for more.
"Laszlo," he called.
My gryphon rushed to the edge of the bed, drawing me back to his hips. "Thank you,Asterion."
"We must all learn to share," Asterion said, smiling at me and then arching his head back to accept the kisses I laid on his throat. His heartbeat was beautifully steady under my palm, and if he noticed the grateful tears that fell to his chest, he didn't mention them.
Conall lifted my face from Asterion's fur, crowding close and claiming my mouth, tongue plunging as Laszlo and Asterion nestled me between them.
"I've half a mind to throw you out of the room, dragon," Conall growled.
Hywel's lips quirked. They were probably equally aware that Conall would find that a challenge unless Hywel cooperated.
"I have a better idea, pup," Hywel purred, sliding up from the bed to cuddle against Conall's back and whisper in his ear.
