Page 16 of Grumpy Dragon Christmas

My hips flick again, the gland in my neck pulses. I’m hot, like I’ve accidentally swallowed my own accelerant. My flight lungs burn at me. The pulsar bolt in my leg aches.

Jade does all of this to me.

“I don’t need your help. I just need to be left alone,” Jade says, not looking at me as the water drips from her face and she scrubs it with the back of her hand.

“I can’t do that.”

“Just go, Drekkan,” Jade says, breaking free of me once again.

“No.”

She glares at me like she wants me to burst into flames.

“Then what do you want?”

“I want you, little snack. I know you want me. I can scent it on you.”

Jade’s jaw drops, and I immediately imagine how she will look with my cock dripping into her mouth.

“I donotwant you,” she says, but the burst of arousal I get from her means what she says and how she feels are two different things. “An annoying, arrogant bully of a Sarkarnii is not what I want,at all.”

Jade places her hands on my chest and pushes me away. I very nearly groan out loud at her touch. I don’t move. She couldn’t get me away from her if she tried. Instead I take one ofher hands and pull her body against mine, feeling the roundness of her stomach which could absolutely tip me over the edge.

“How about a Sarkarnii in rut for you?” I murmur in her ear. “How about one who could pleasure you for turns, make your body sing, make you scream his name?”

She sags against me slightly before stiffening again.

“I can’t…” Jade’s voice is quiet. “Or I don’t know if I can.”

She is yielding and my rut is soaring. No wonder I want to shed, with this delicious female on the planetoid. How could any Sarkarnii resist her? The mating gland pumps me full of the mix and every atom of my being is primed for her.

I place my lips next to her ear.

“How about you try me?” I whisper and she trembles. “If you don’t like it, I can always stop.”

“Drekkan,” she murmurs.

“That’s my name,” I purr. “Don’t wear it out just yet.”

JADE

Thishasto be pregnancy hormones or something. Being this close to Drekkan in all his dragony glory is twisting my mind. Yes, he’s gorgeous. Yes, he’s absolutely stacked. Yes, he smells completely divine. But I should be saying no.

The last thing I need in my life is a rutting Sarkarnii. They’re destructive loose cannons at the best of times, and from what I’ve seen of Drekkan so far, he’s the loosest cannon of them all.

He’ll chew my heart up and spit it out.

But then he puts his hand on my stomach again and I melt. It’s been forever since I was touched or had anyone look at me with the level of lust Drekkan has in his eyes.

He knows I’m pregnant and he still wants me.

His lips descend onto mine and I can’t refuse him. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I gasp. A forked tongue! The way it flickers, the way it dominates me, I’m clutching at his strong muscular arms because I don’t think I can stand on my own. Drekkan murmurs my name as he kisses me, and my legs go completely.

Which means I’m tossed into his grasp, and he doesn’t even stop kissing as he carries me down the stairs into my apartment, where he hesitates, those fire-filled eyes softening.

“I want you, heartsfire. But only if you want me too. This is your home.”

I reach up, trace my hand over his cheekbones, reveling in the silky feel of his scales, sliding under my touch.

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