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A surge of searing heat melted the scale to my skin. I cried out in pain, and Damon growled in answering support. He was there, his arms human once more, holding me tight, supporting me as the scale literally melted itself to my skin.

“That fucking hurts,” I cursed, before trailing off into a whimper. “Ow. Ow. Damn.”

“I’m sorry,” Damon said.

“You said for a moment. This is like several moments. When will it st—”

My eyes burst open in surprise at the same time as his.

A warmth exploded into existence in my chest, spreading out to gather me in its embrace. The golden glow pulsed gently like a lover’s heartbeat, soothing my entire soul, blasting away stress and fear I hadn’t even known I was holding onto. Muscles relaxed. Fatigue was erased.

And there, at the center of it all, was—

“Is that you?” I asked in wonder.

Damon laughed.

I heard his humor. But what was more, I felt it echo within me, a vast wellspring of joy that spread like endorphins after an orgasm. It wasn’t better, it wasn’t worse. It was different. And it was permanent.

“I can feel you,” he whispered, grinning broadly from ear to ear.

“Yes,” I said. “I feel you, too, my love.”

His eyes bugged out. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“What? What is?”

He stepped up to me, taking me by the shoulders and staring deep into my face.

“Damon?”

“Elanya,” he rumbled. “I love you.”

I started to smile. Then I sucked in air as my entire body pulsed with a wonderous feeling of joy and warmth and comfort. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and unless someone had been through it, I doubted I would ever be able to accurately describe the perfection of that moment.

Then another idea occurred to me.

“What are you thinking?” Damon asked, smiling. “I can feel your mischief, miss. But what does it relate to?”

My smile broadened even wider. “I have an idea.”

“Oh, I know. But what idea?” he said.

“We should see what this is like when we fuck.”

Damon didn’t need to verbalize a reply.

Chapter Forty-Three

Damon

“What do you think about Millie if it’s a girl?”

I stroked her cheek as we lay on the mountaintop, staring up at the stars. My back rested against a small, smooth boulder, while Lena lay in my lap, her head against my chest as we watched the brilliant night sky.

“Really? I think it’s kind of cute,” she said before I could reply, sensing my feelings on the name before I even opened my mouth. “This would be a lot easier if we found out the gender ahead of time.”

“It’s a tradition for dragons to not know until birth,” I explained.

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