Page 36 of Purple Scales & Coffee Tales

“What about food?” he groaned desperately when I wrestled his hard length free and guided him inside me.

“It can wait,” I moaned, sure I wasn’t going to last long with my clit grinding on his bumpy bit. “I can’t.”

“You’re so tight, sweetling. Are you ready to come for me again?”

“Yes,” I gasped, rolling my hips experimentally and cursing under my breath at the stimulation.

Taran planted his feet firmly on the ground, taking hold of a fistful of my hair and using it as a handle to grind my body down on his as he began to fuck me from below.

It took me an embarrassingly short time to come, holding onto his horns for dear life, his nose between my breasts and grinding on him to chase every last morsel of friction he could give me.

A dangerous snarl shook his body when he came inside me, his cum so much warmer than my body temperature.

“Oh fuck, Scales. I think I’m addicted to your bumpy bit and your dick.”

“Bumpy bit?” he huffed, licking sweat from my skin.

“No idea what it’s called but I love it.”

“Bumpy bit,” he repeated as if to settle the matter. “That’s the anatomically correct term for it. I have an implant, by the way. Got that a few weeks ago. I wanted to be prepared, I guess.”

“God, you’re the cutest. I totally got carried away…by a massive Dragon last night. Sorry, we should have had this conversation before.” I kissed his nose. “I’m tested, healthy, and use an app to track my cycle, but it’s awesome that you got an implant. I appreciate that so much.”

“Of course. It’s the least I can do. But now, let me feed you, sweetling. And afterward we can have a bath, if you want. Or frolic some more.” He winked at me and lifted me easily off his dick.

Copious amounts of his cum flowed out of me, making me groan and soiling his slacks, but Taran didn’t seem to mind. With a satisfied little grumble much like a cat who’s just found a box to fit its body into, he started cutting a pancake into pieces and plying me with it.

“I could get used to taking my breakfast like this, sweetling,” he told me when we’d polished off the plates.

“Same,” I snorted, snuggling into his broad chest.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Taran

“You gave me hickeys, by the way. Naughty Dragon.” She grinned, leaning in for another kiss.

“I did what?” Sitting up straighter, I took hold of her shoulders and tilted her upper body back.

“Here.” Maeve inched her chin down to her collarbone, where two large purplish spots bloomed on her skin. “I didn’t even notice when you did that.”

“I need you to keep calm for me, sweetling,” I informed her.

“What? I’m not mad at you, Taran. It’s okay. I was just kidding. I don’t mind love bites.”

“The thing is: they aren’t.”

“They aren’t?” She narrowed her eyes at me but didn’t yet understand.

I had no idea why but I immediately knew what it was.

But how on earth is that even possible?

Dropping my hands to her hips, I sat her on the edge of the pool to get a better look.

“Stop it, Scales. That tickles,” she giggled when I ran my index over one of the spots. “What the fuck is that?” she asked, wheezing a little under her breath.

“Scales,” I told her mechanically.

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