Page 40 of Sleigh Bells and Dragon Spells

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she purred. Briar gripped his shaft, feeling the vein pulsing under her fingers. She rubbed him, enjoying the way Falkor growled and groaned.

“Looks like I figured out how to manage a grumpy dragon,” she said smugly.

“Is that so?”

Falkor grabbed her by the shoulders and thrust her back onto the bed. He leaped atop her, his powerfully muscled form easily pinning her to the mattress. He ran his hands along her legs,starting from the bottom of her calf and moving up to her inner thighs. He firmly shoved her legs apart and buried his face in her sex.

“Oh wow,” Briar groaned, her eyes rolling back. “That feels so good…”

His free hand squeezed one ass cheek, and then the other, holding her in place while her hips bucked beneath his face. She was wild, crazed with pleasure, whimpering for release.

He made sure she got it.

Her climax came, and Briar reared up, her hands instinctively clasping either side of his head as she screamed out with ecstasy. Her voice grew ragged as pulse after pulse shot through her body, living lightning that left hazy purple pleasure in its wake.

As she came down from her climax, Falkor placed tiny kisses on her inner thighs and then worked up her abdomen to her breasts.

They kissed again. Then he slid inside her and began to pump into her in a way that took her breath away.

They kissed, their tongues dancing, teasing at each other before diving deep into one another’s mouths.

Then she could no longer keep kissing him. The pleasure he was bringing her made her turn her head to the side as quicker, louder passionate cries escaped her lips. She clutched him to her body. He set up a quick, steaming rhythm to their lovemaking.

“Yes, like that, like that,” she whispered in his ear.

He maintained the pace. Her cries gained in intensity, quickening, and then she let out one long, loud call as she felt his body release at the same time as hers.

They were both frozen for a moment – statues of ecstasy. Then, their bodies collapsed. She seemed to sink into the bed as he rested on her.

Both breathed heavily.

Briar never thought she’d know the kind of passion where a man could give her an amazing orgasm and then have her ready for another so quickly. “Falkor…” she whispered.

“Yes?” he asked, lifting his face from her breast and giving her a look of utter, pure hungry desire. To be the focus of that gaze sent shivers through her spine and tripped off an aftershock orgasm that made her toes curl.

FORTY-ONE

Morning light filtered through frost-dusted windows, painting golden patterns across Briar’s bedroom. She blinked awake slowly, savoring the warmth of the quilts and the familiar scent from the garlands decorating their home. Beside her, Falkor slept peacefully, his usually stern features softened in repose.

The sight of him wearing the red flannel Christmas pajamas she’d insisted on buying—complete with tiny dragons in Santa hats—made her heart skip. Even in sleep, he managed to look dignified, though his dark hair stood adorably mussed against the pillow.

“I can hear you thinking,” he mumbled, one golden eye cracking open.

“I’m thinking you look cute in those pajamas.”

He groaned, pulling her closer. “If anyone at the station finds out about this...”

“Oh, don’t worry.” She kissed his nose. “Celeste made Kade wear reindeer ones, and I heard Bram’s have little bears with jingle bells.”

“That doesn’t make it better.” But his lips twitched with suppressed amusement.

They exchanged gifts by the fireplace where enchanted flames danced in shades of blue and gold—a trick Falkor had perfected to please her. Briar’s hands trembled slightly as she handed him her carefully wrapped package.

“I made it myself,” she explained as he unwrapped the leather-bound journal. Dragons and vines twined across its cover in intricate patterns, and the parchment inside carried subtle enchantments to preserve the words written upon it.

Falkor traced the designs with reverent fingers. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “Like holding centuries of stories waiting to be told.”

“That’s the idea.” She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “I thought you might like somewhere to write down your memories, or maybe create new ones.”

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