Page 35 of Purple Scales & Coffee Tales

“My mother commissioned this piece. Please don’t tell anyone, but it’s my favourite.”

He came over to where I stood rooted to the spot.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked quietly when he was standing right before me, handing me one of the cups.

“I did. What about you?”

He traced the curve of my cheek with one claw. “Like a hatchling.”

Automatically I raised my face to his, drawn in by his beauty and strength, his otherworldly magnificence.

Coffee could wait; kissing him couldn’t.

“Good morning,” he murmured, pressing his shapely lips to mine in a lingering kiss. I was torn between trying to crawl under his skin and tearing his clothes off.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he murmured into the kiss, giving me a slightly rueful grin. “Stuart will be here with our breakfast in a bit.”

“Shit, I should probably get dressed before then.”

“Or you can hide in the bathroom until he’s gone,” Taran suggested.

“And have breakfast naked?” A snort escaped me.

He plucked my cup from my hands and put them both down on a sleek console table. Then he cradled the back of my head in one hand, wrapping the other tightly around my back, his large palm resting on one of my ass cheeks.

“You could sit on my lap and let me feed you,” he whispered as he buried his face in my hair.

“Don’t tempt me, Scales,” I moaned as my nipples rubbed over his chest.

“Oh yes, sweetling. I will forever tempt you.” His tongue darted out to lick the spot where my pulse hammered under my skin. “I will always hunger for you.”

Taran talking of ‘forever’ and ‘always’ should have scared me after we’d spent just this one night together, but somehow I felt the same way about him.

It’s not scary because it’s him.

“Get into the bathroom. He’ll be here in a minute. I’ll come for you when he’s left.” With a light swat on my ass, he sent me into his ensuite and I closed the door behind me.

Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I grinned at my reflection. My skin was glowing and two large love bites bloomed under my collar bone.

Didn’t even realise he gave me these.

Through the door, I heard Taran talk with his butler, heard plates chink and cutlery clatter, but I was more interested in inspecting the room. I’d barely noticed anything last night.

It was fucking massive, about as large as Tiff’s and my room together, with a walk-in shower, a small pool that looked like someone had plucked it from a forest clearing and placed in here, two washbasins, and the toilet behind a discreet wall in a corner.

Maybe we could take a dip in his pool later, but food first. I was starving.

We burned a ton of calories last night.

“Sweetling? He’s gone,” Taran informed me, holding the door open for me and eating me up with his gaze.

He followed me to the table by the glass doors, took a seat, and pulled me into his lap.

“Are you warm enough or do you need a blanket?” He indicated a fluffy plaid on a second chair.

“A blanket sounds great. Then you can grope me under it,” I whispered, gently nibbling his neck.

His hard dick dug into my ass, determined to get to me through his slacks. I managed to raise myself up and straddle his lap, facing him.

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