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now Hugh was going to take his virginity.

Not even dreams were this sweet.

Hugh tossed Finch onto the bed, then climbed on after him, his enormous erection bobbing

between his legs. It would be going inside of him, Finch realized with a start that warmed his

stomach. Hugh would be going inside of him, shoving that thing that looked like it could tear

him in half into Finch’s tight little hole until they were one. Finch almost came from the thought

alone. He needed it in the worst way.

But Hugh had other plans. “Hands and knees, Finch. Now.”

Finch did as he was told.

“Beautiful. Now spread your legs. Yes. Just like that.”

To Finch’s shock and disbelief, Hugh licked him there. The flat of his tongue was wet and warm

and surprisingly thick, and the pleasure it brought was shocking. While Hugh lapped and

probed and kissed, Finch dropped his head and gasped for breath. “Oh, god.”

Hugh kissed the base of Finch’s spine tenderly. “Would you like more, my darling?”

“Please,” Finch begged. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want, sweet. Use your words.” Hugh kissed up Finch’s vertebrae.

“Fuck me.” It was crude, but Finch didn’t care. No one from the Pedigree was here to reprimand

him. He was at the mercy of a dragon, and he needed that dragon to know exactly what he

wanted before he went insane from need. “Knot me and fuck me and knot me again. Breed

me. Take me. Oh, sir, I need you. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Hugh,” Hugh growled in Finch’s ear as the head of his cock probed Finch’s hole. “Call me by

my name, Finch. When we’re in bed, I’m not ‘sir,’ I’m ‘Hugh.’”

Hugh flipped Finch over so he lay on his back, then spread his legs wide. In no time at all,

Hugh folded Finch into position, and Finch felt the smooth skin of Hugh’s cockhead probe at

his entrance once more. It was time. In seconds, Hugh would fill him and he’d finally lose his

virginity to the dragon he’d loved for what felt like forever. Heat rose in Finch’s cheeks, and he

squirmed as Hugh stroked himself back and forth, wetting his length with Finch’s slick. It felt

like forever before the pressure returned and Hugh slowly pushed inside.

“Finch,” Hugh rumbled, sounding more draconic than Finch had ever heard him before. “God,

Finch… the way you feel… I can’t…”

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