Page 42 of Real Scale Blazer

“Only if we let it.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re still you—brilliant, stubborn, completely impossible. And I’m still?—”

“An overprotective dragon with control issues?”

“More like ‘devoted to you,’ but that works.”

Something vulnerable flickered across her face. “I’m not good at this. The whole... feelings thing. Science makes sense. Data makes sense. This...” She gestured between them. “This terrifies me.”

“Good.” He caught her hand, pressing it over his racing heart. “Because you terrify me too. Every time you put yourself in danger. Every time you challenge me. Every time you look at me like I’m more than just a king or a dragon.”

“You are more.” She rose on tiptoes, brushing her lips against his. “You’re my impossible dragon.”

The last of his control snapped. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom. Her hands explored the planes of his chest.

“Still think this is a bad idea?” he murmured against her lips.

She smiled, pulling him closer. “Probably. But since when do I follow the rules?”

The last coherent thought he had was that his tiny, fierce scientist would be the death of him.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Quinn’s delightfully curvy body lay on the bed before him, covered in a sheen of glistening sweat from his kisses all over her body. Her scent and her taste were thick in his senses, clogging his thoughts with nothing but her sweet, naked perfection.

He crawled between her thighs, urging them apart. He gripped his shaft with one hand and pushed her open. Kai pressed forward, inserting the head of his throbbing cock inside her.

Quinn’s eyes fluttered closed, her mouth making an O as he glided deep inside her. His eyes watered at the tight yet soft sensation of his cock sheathed in her pussy. He bore down on her with the first thrust, her legs splaying out wide, feet lifted into the air. Her toes did a little curling dance while he rocked his hips into another thrust.

Kai helped himself to both of her gorgeous breasts with his hands, pinning her and massaging the plaint flesh. Her eyes rolled back, and a guttural, undulating moan ripped from her throat. She writhed as much as she was able, restrained beneath his bulk.

He continued pounding away, clamping his teeth on a groan while he fought not to come inside her. It was too early. He intended to hear the delightful music of her orgasmic screams again before he let himself blow.

Kai thrust powerfully, enough that the headboard cracked against the wall. He felt her body grind into his own, limbs turning to jelly as she screamed out another climax. He let himself come too, at last, filling her with his seed.

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm and then lay atop her. She immediately embraced him with all four limbs, crushing him tightly against her.

His cheek pressed against her own, he found her ear a short distance away. “You’re so beautiful when you come, Samara.”

She shivered against him, hugging him a bit tighter.

“You like that? I like how your eyes glow when you come, Kai,” she whispered back.

“Really? We’ll have to give each other more of what we like.”

He pulled away enough to kiss her. A tender kiss, which deepened into one of ownership.

He ran his hands along her body and began to move his hips, readying them both for the next round.

THIRTY-TWO

The grand banquet hall blazed with light, crystal chandeliers casting prismatic patterns across the polished ice walls. Kai sat at the head of the long table, every muscle in his body coiled with tension. His dragon stirred beneath his skin, restless and protective. Having Quinn so close, yet unable to claim her openly as his mate, tested the limits of his control.

She sat beside him, dressed simply in a deep blue tunic over fitted black pants, her dark hair pulled back in its usual practical style. To the court, she might have appeared out of place among their ornate finery, but to Kai, she outshined them all. His fated mate. His perfect match. If only she could see it too.

The subtle vanilla-and-sunshine scent that was uniquely hers wrapped around him, making his dragon purr. He watched as she studied the array of exotic dishes before her with scientific curiosity, asking questions about their origins and composition. Even at dinner, that brilliant mind never rested.

The corner of his mouth twitched upward as she poked at a fluorescent purple fruit with her fork, her nose scrunching in that way that made his heart clench.

“It won’t bite,” he murmured, leaning closer than strictly necessary. The urge to nuzzle her neck, to mark her with his scent, nearly overwhelmed him.

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