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Reynaldo chuckled. “Absolutely.”
“Then those things. But no bad feelings if that is what you are asking.”
“No flashbacks?”
“No. There was a flicker, but Syar was here, and that hadn’t ever happened before.”
The omega in question rubbed his nose against hers. “I am glad I could be helpful.”
“You were. Very.” Ven checked the bite, and the connection was still the thin thread. “Reynaldo, thanks for not biting.”
“I won’t say my pleasure because there is nothing more that I wanted to do, but you are welcome.”
She squirmed around in place until she was facing him. “I really mean it. Thank you.”
He cupped the back of her head and smiled. “It’s okay.”
He kissed her forehead and said, “But during my rut, I might not be so understanding.”
She nodded. “Got it, so when you are in rut... run away.”
He tapped his forehead to hers. “Don’t run where I can see you. The result would be... energetic.”
“How often does this energetic event happen?”
Syar chuckled. “Every two years. After it’s over he comes back down, and he fucks me until I can barely walk and then passes out on me. Ah. Tradition.”
She smiled. “Well, sounds like you two have it all planned.”
Syar whispered in her ear, “Oh, no. You aren’t going to leave me with that horny beast.”
“But... it is a couple thing. If he’s mindless, I would be at risk of a nasty infection if he goes from one to the other.”
Reynaldo blinked and leaned back. “Huh. I hadn’t thought of that. You will just have to go first, I guess.”
“What?”
“I won’t bethatmindless, and you are my mate. He’s my omega. There aren’t many differences when it comes to affection between the two.”
“You have the separate beast consciousness?”
He paused, “I do. You know about that?”
“Yeah. A friend of mine got knocked up by a dragon. Not the man. The beast. She nearly died bearing her son. She had an idea of what she needed afterward and did some seriously janky stuff to survive.” She smiled. “But her son is nineteen now.”
He smiled. “That is excellent. Dragon offspring rarely survive.”
“That’s because the mothers die.” She looked at him seriously.
His hand on her skull squeezed gently, and he nodded. “How bad was it for you?”
“Agony followed by heartbreak, followed by a coma. Lost a lot of blood.” She gave him the crippling loss she had felt, and he gave her a hug.
He sent quiet concern through their link. She pressed her head to his chest and inhaled deeply. He smelled like the deep loam of the jungle... and sex.
She felt heat creeping into her again, and she backed away from him before her body could start signalling for attention.
Syar stroked a hand down her hip and thigh. “So, do you always smell hot when you have sex?”
