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“No, Finch. Especially when that anything gets me you.”

Finch felt that painful squeezing of his heart again. He rose slightly, positioned Hugh’s cock at

his entrance, and slid down it. Under him, Hugh stiffened and arched his back. “You have me,

sir,” Finch said. “You always have. You always will.”

Using his entire body, Finch tried to show Hugh how very much he meant it. He rose and fell,

rose and fell, and worshiped Hugh in ways only a lover could. Finch wanted it to never end.

Hugh’s dragon was impatient, though, and had other ideas. He rose from the depths of Hugh,

trailing smoke out his nostrils. He grasped Finch’s cock and started to pump. “Come for me,

darling. Come all over me. Show my dragon how much you want this.”

Finch whined for perhaps the first time since he’d been a very small child. He threw all thought

and worry and practiced skill out of his head and concentrated on one thing: his need to please

his dragon. The first spasm of pleasure hit, but it wasn’t enough to push him over the edge.

“Knot me. God, knot me. Please. Hugh. Please!”

With several powerful thrusts and a rumbling roar, Hugh surged inside Finch and came.

Tremendous pressure followed as his knot swelled, and it was enough to do Finch in. He

gasped and arched his back, coming on Hugh’s stomach and chest moments before Hugh

caught Finch in his arms and dragged him down into his embrace.

“I love you,” Finch whispered as he caught his breath. “I love you, Hugh. More than I could

ever say.”

Hugh, nearly as much dragon now as man, growled, “Mine.” He moved, turning them both,

until it was Finch with his back to the mattress. He thrust a few more times, working his knot a

bit deeper and making Finch scream with pleasure.

Thank goodness for soundproofed walls.

“Mine,” Hugh repeated, gathering Finch close and showering him with soft, sweet kisses.

And in Hugh’s arms, Finch wished he’d always stay.

Finch

Thursday came all too soon, and with it, Finch’s appointment with Harrison. He arrived at the

Drake-Lessardi estate early that afternoon and tipped his taxi driver well, then knocked on the

house’s imposing front door. Everard and Harrison’s butler, Cleaver, answered and ushered

Finch inside, where he took Finch’s hat and coat and said quietly but distinctly, “Hayden.”

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