Page 44 of Dragon Prince of New York

I give Violetta a slow, goading smile. She shakes her wings and takes to the air.

In a happy daze, I drag my cum soaked hand up Finley’s body to the area just between her breasts, over her heart. Pushing her up and into me before pulling us down to sit on the ottoman with her on my lap and my cock still buried deep inside.

“I live here now. Right here naked with you in my arms, surrounded by the beautiful art you created. I don’t ever want to—”

“Wait.” Finley sits up straight and twists to look at me. “Did you look at my art work while you were waiting for me in here?”

“It’s kind of hard to miss some of it.” I wave to the abstract David statue and the piles of paintings leaning against the walls.

“But did you… um…” She bites her lip. “Look under the tarps?”

“I didn’t move anything. Why?” I pinch her side teasingly. “Is there something you don’t want me seeing?”

She giggles and squirms so much my dick slides out of her and we soak the seat with our combined release. Fuck, that’s hot. This ottoman is going immediately to my apartment. I’ll buy Midas another one.

“So, are you going to show me what you’re hiding?” I lean back and admire her as she picks her clothes up off the floor. She steps into her panties, but thinks better of it when they're halfway up her legs and drops them in their ruined state. When she tugs on her skirt, I grow hard again just from knowing there’s nothing under that thin bit of floral fabric. The way she pulls her hair up into a messy bun and sticks a paintbrush through it, accentuating her uncovered chest, doesn’t help.

I’m just about to throw her to the floor and rut her like the animal I am when the doorbell rings. Shit, I forgot she has more dates lined up. She remembers at the same time I do, looking at me questioningly, like she’s trying to decidesomething.

I don’t give her a chance to weigh her options. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

Heading to the door, I hear Finley’s voice calling after me. “Shouldn’t you put some clothes on?”

“I’m good.”

Muttering under her breath, she pulls her shirt on and follows me. She tries to shoo me out of view, but it's a useless attempt. It’s common for dragons to be naked. Shifting destroys our clothes, so we spend as much time like this as we do dressed. Unconcerned, I swing the door open, relishing Finley's shocked squeak.

Damian. Interesting choice, Jeslyn. I actually don’t disapprove, but she’s not his. She’s mine, and he knows it instantly.

“Damian,” I greet. “Nice to see you.”

Finley’s gaping at me like I’ve gone completely mad. It’s adorable.

I throw my arm around her. “As you can see, things have changed, but I would still like to get my Ra’ia out of the house on her birthday. What did you have planned?”

Damian straightens his posture, quickly adapting to the change in plans. “I have tickets to the ballet.”

“A box?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” I hold out my hand, and he deposits the tickets in my palm.

“Wait, what?” Finley shakes her head like she’s only just catching up with the conversation. “You’re just going to steal his tickets from him? I don’t think so.” She puts her hands on her hips, adorably irritated.

“Maybe next time I’ll let him come with us, but this time, I have plans for you.”

“But they’rehistickets! You can’t just steal them.”

“It’s alright, Ra’ia,” Damian bows slightly. “I offer them willingly. I’m glad the goddess has blessed my friend with a mate.”

“I’m not anyone’s fucking mate. We’re not animals!”

“I think we just proved we could be very animalistic,” I whisper in her ear. She slaps my chest, but her cheeks are a beautiful pink and her eyes are hooded in a way that lets me know she’s thinking about what we just did.

Damian clears his throat. “Have you told Midas and Jeslyn?”

“They’ve been notified,” I answer. But internally I wonder if I should try calling again.

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