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“Oh my—What is—Why is that so gooooood?” She screamed long and low as I once again bathed her in heat, convulsing with my own pleasure as she melted under me.

We clung to each other through the whole thing, as I claimed her as mine. This certainly would complicate our uncertain futures, but I vowed to do everything in my power to protect her. Even if that meant protecting her from me.

And that deep, dark part of me knew damned well that’s exactly where we were headed.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Kitra

He’d been wrong about ending my heat. While the worst of it had eased, and I was feeling more like myself again, I still wanted him—a lot.

Of course after that first day, I’d slept through two more, so my body had time to recover.

Currently, I was on my knees in bed behind Isaac, rubbing the massive muscles of his shoulders and neck. He’d tried to push me away, but after all he’d done to care for me, I wanted to do something nice for him too. Besides just having sex.

“Do you want some of these before I eat them all?” He held up one of the orange maple muffins he’d found on the porch this morning.

“Goddess, no. I already gorged on too many. They are incredible, but my stomach will explode if I eat anymore.”

He grunted as he stuffed the last one in his mouth whole. I had to pull my lips between my teeth to keep from barking with laughter.

“Are all dragons like you?” I asked.

“You’ve spent years around Magnus, what do you think?”

“I think Magnus never gave me the time of day, let alone shared anything personal with me. Although I might venture to say that he is as surly as you.”

“Then you should meet Ian,” he snarled. “He’s always bitching about something. The man will nitpick a person to death if you don’t put him in his place.”

“Every time you mention your brother, it’s about the two of your fighting. Why were you always so mean to him?” I asked, plopping back into my comfy stack of pillows, exhausted.

Isaac stood and stripped his pants and then climbed back into the bed with me. “He got on my nerves. I might have been the firstborn and in line to be the next leader, but it was clear that no one wanted that for me. I was too volatile. Too prone to fights. Too foolish.”

“So you were basically angry all the time.”

He sighed. “I guess. Although I’d prefer the term annoyed.”

I smiled weakly as a wave of exhaustion took control. “You are an Alpha. Doesn’t having a mean streak kind of come with the territory? What about your father? What was he like as a king.”

“Temperamental, but fair. He ran his shifter kingdom with an iron fist, but he always said that he never did anything that wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

I wasn’t sure what to think of that. I’d seen Isaac’s temper and his ability to be cruel. But most of it had been deserved. Although what he had against Ensley I didn’t understand. He bullied her to no end and for no apparent reason other than he seemed to enjoy it.

“From what you’ve said and what I’ve seen, shifters seem to lack patience.”

“We have high standards and a low tolerance for mistakes. But most of all we have no choice. If we show any sort of weakness, then we’ll be challenged. Look what the witches did when we let our guard down.”

“I can’t imagine. If I was locked out of the fae realm, I think I would go crazy too. Although if I don’t get my magic back, I might as well be locked out…”

“I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, little beast.” I was drifting into sleep when he said the words, but I felt the warmth of them along with the touch of his fingers tracing along my spine. “You are a treasure to be protected.”

I wasn’t sure he could keep that promise. When he returned to the human realm, I would be on my own. With any luck, I would at least have my magic back, and that would help. “There’s a battle coming,” I reminded him. And whether he realized it or not, it wasn’t just between us and them. If we found the amulet, then we would face off with each other.

This mating thing between us would mean nothing in the face of that. Sex was amazing, but that didn’t mean we were in love, and fate could be cruel. I turned my face away from him so he wouldn’t see the tears leaking from my eyes. There weren’t many, but it was still embarrassing.

His fingers were still coasting over my skin, and despite the fact that he’d just given me multiple orgasms before breakfast, my need for more spiked again, perfuming the air with a fresh wave of the slick building between my thighs.

I shouldn’t need him again this soon, but my legs trembled nonetheless. “Isaac,” I pleaded quietly.

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