Page 23 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

The beast giant sighed. “What I did back there—”

“Fighting the other dragon to steal me away like some sort of object?” I clarified.

“If that’s the way you must look at it,” he rumbled. “Yes. Doing that won’t be looked upon overly positively. There’s a hefty chance Dayvin reports my actions, causing the sovereign to send out some guards to, ah, shall we say, ‘retrieve’ you.”

“Hot potato, pass it round,” I muttered, shaking my head. How had it come to that? I was just a possession to those creatures. They didn’t care about what I wanted, it seemed.

“Don’t worry, I don’t intend to let that happen.”

“I’m so reassured,” I drawled.

“Which is why this is only going to be a pitstop. We’ll grab a few things we need, and then we can go somewhere else, let that and one other thing blow over.”

One other thing?

“You’re referring to the reason you said I should come with you.”

“Yes.”

“Why do you think that’s going to need to ‘blow over’?” I asked, giving him a long, appraising stare as I tried to figure out where he was going with it.

“Because of this,” he said and abruptly shifted before my eyes, shrinking in size, taking on human proportions.

Familiar human proportions.

Including the pair of incredibly deep blue eyes staring out at me.

“Damon?” I half-yelped, my surprise complete and utter.

He nodded slowly. “Yes.”

I walked up to him, poking a finger hard against his chest, feeling the dense muscle beneath the stiff fabric of his sharp-cut long sleeve shirt, with its flared shoulders and sleeves lined with spirals of inlaid silver.

“I’m dreaming,” I pronounced, despite the very real feeling of his muscles.

“No, you aren’t,” he rumbled in that same steely-silk voice.

A voice that once again reached right into my insides and caressed them with its warm strength.

“This is impossible.” I sat down abruptly, my legs suddenly unable to support me.

Damon crouched in front of me. It was really him. Those lips, those damn lips, curled upward in a wicked smile as I moaned softly about the impossibility of the moment. He was actually enjoying it.

The jet-black hair adorning his jaw and cheeks was a little longer. It fell free to his shoulders in glittering locks, but it was him. Now that I listened to him talk, I knew where the familiarity with his dragon had come from. The voice. I hadn’t recognized it at the time, but now that I saw his face, I would never not associate it with him.

“I slept with a dragon,” I moaned, burying my face in my hands in disbelief.

Damon laughed.

“What?”

“Don’t pretend like it’s a bad thing,” he said with a snort. “You loved the way I touched your body. I can still remember your cries and gasps and how you creamed all over my hard cock as you tore up the sheets, begging me for more.”

My mouth fell open, throat suddenly parched as his blunt comments hit home, a vivid reminder of the night we’d spent together. I wanted to tell him no, it wasn’t true, but I would be lying, and we would both know it.

“Exactly,” he chuckled with an arrogant confidence that, unfortunately, he’d earned. “We both know I gave you pleasure you’d never experienced before. I can vividly recall the way your tight little pussy clamped down around me each time I made you come. Over and over. You were so hot, back arched, tits to the sky as they bounced wildly, my hands grabbing your waist, pulling you into me as I slammed my cock deep inside you—”

“Okay!” I shouted, waving a hand at him as I stormed off to the other side of the roof, breathing heavily. “Fine. You’re right.”

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