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Tristan gave her a wicked smile and her heart skipped a beat. “Why, did you want to attend and learn a thing or two?”
The image of her attending a dirty talk class with a group of tall, gangly teenage dragon-shifters made her laugh out loud.
He nuzzled her cheek and her laughter died as she drew in a breath. She loved the feel of his late-day whiskers on her skin.
But she was having too much fun with her dragonman and she wanted to tease him some more in case he retreated into his gruff self once they both had their clothes back on again. “No, but maybe you could teach me.”
Tristan growled and he ended her chance to tease him further by taking a rough kiss. Opening to him, she savored the feel of his hot, silky tongue against hers. He moved one of his hands to her ass and squeezed, his touch like a brand on her skin.
She wanted, no needed, to feel more of his skin against hers. She wrapped her thighs around his hips, grabbed his shoulders, and tilted her hips in invitation. She wanted to feel him inside her.
As she rubbed against him, Tristan snaked a hand between them to pinch one of her nipples and then twist. The pleasure/pain made her cry out. Tristan took the opportunity to kiss her jaw, her neck, and then her shoulder. When he moved down her body, she put a hand on his head and forced herself to speak, “No, Tristan. I want your cock this time.”
He looked up. While she saw no sign of his dragon, his gaze was intense. He eased down some more, but before Melanie could work up the nerve to ask him again, he caressed her round belly with both of his hands before he placed a gentle kiss on her lower abdomen.
He was acknowledging their baby.
Her heart squeezed at the action. Tristan MacLeod could be gentle when he tried.
Moving back up to her face, he took her lips as he thrust his hard, long cock inside her. The sudden intrusion was slightly painful, but in a way that was unbelievably good.
Tristan remained motionless, and while she still felt full, she adjusted, her pussy clenching his cock tightly. Her body remembered the way he filled her up, as if he was the perfect fit for her body.
He broke their kiss, looked into her eyes, and said, “This time it’s for us and not for the sake of the contract, okay?”
His fierce and tender look, combined with his words, made her eyes grow misty. Rather than risk her voice cracking, she merely nodded.
Growling, Tristan moved his lower body in slow, long strokes, reaching deep inside her. As his pace picked up, she gripped his shoulders and moved with him, never taking her eyes from his.
His very human eyes.
While his human-half was in control, she knew his dragon-half was there too. She wanted to give his inner beast a reward.
On impulse, she scratched her nails down Tristan’s back hard enough to leave a mark. Rather than frown or scold, he growled in approval. “Mark me harder.”
The “before Tristan” version of Melanie would’ve hesitated, but she’d tumbled with a dragon and had survived. So, Melanie scored her nails down his back again. Harder.
Tristan cried out and stilled above her, the cords of his neck taut as he came. Much like before, she could feel each hot jet of semen inside her, and the contact sent her over the edge into her own orgasm.
Shouting Tristan’s name, she clutched his shoulders to ride the wave after wave of delicious, blinding pleasure that coursed through her body as her pussy clenched and released her dragonman’s hard cock.
Tristan collapsed on top of her just as she started to come down from her orgasm. When he lay fully on top of her, Melanie hugged his body tight, afraid he might leave; the memory of waking up alone in her bed last week was still fresh in her mind.
It was stupid, as she barely knew him, but she wanted to lay like this forever with Tristan’s weight and heat a comforting blanket. Despite being out in the open and completely exposed, she felt safer than she had in a long time. On an instinctual level she understood that her dragonman would protect both her and their child with his life.
She hugged him closer to her. They would have to uncouple, get dressed, and return to the main living community soon. But for right now, she wanted to pretend they were the only two people in the world. And that maybe, just maybe, she could have more of this, both the sex and the teasing, again in the future.
* * *
Tristan layon top of Melanie and finally released the rein on his inner dragon. He expected the beast to demand they flip the human over and take her from behind, rough and hard like during the week of the mate claim frenzy when his dragon had been in charge. But to his surprise, the dragon merely stretched out and hummed in contentment at the feel of the female’s skin next to theirs.
Tristan resisted a frown. He’d had his fair share of women over the years, but never had his dragon been so calm and content after fucking a female in the “human way”. His dragon liked it rough, hard, and often. His inner beast’s new behavior had to be a result of his dragon’s nearly complete attachment to Melanie Hall.
He should be worried by that realization since fully attached dragons rarely looked for another female, even if the female the beast had grown attached to refused them. But on the contrary, Tristan’s human-half was starting to want her too. Partly because he thought she’d make a brilliant mother, but mainly because he couldn’t stand the thought of another male’s hands on her.
In that instant, he wanted to cradle her close against him and stroke her soft skin. He rolled over onto his back, taking Melanie with him until she lay against his chest, and he squeezed her tightly.
Our female. Keep her. Hold her tight.
