Page 37 of Gladiator's Bite

“I’d lick you clean.”

“I bet you would, and you’d thank me for it too.”

“I’d eat sugar off you any day,” I said, leaning over for a kiss.

Then we were at it again. Everything led to sex or foreplay and foreplay usually always led to romping. Inside his home, I didn’t worry about what others might think if they saw us. Home was our sanctuary and what went on here was no one’s bloody business. Every time I was on top, Laken would raise his legs in the air once we finished.

“We’re gonna have eggs one way or another,” he smirked at me that time after we were done.

“I can’t wait,” I grinned. “I’ll build you a great big nest and feed you everything you crave. I’ll make sure you can watch the arena on screen too.”

“You know, you can sit in the nest too once they come. We can take turns going out into the world. I love the idea of children but I’m not going to be the solo nest sitter while you run around. If that’s the idea, I’ll put my legs down and go take a shower.”

“I didn’t mean it that way. Okay, maybe I did but a lot of carriers back home do stay in the nest. They don’t want to be anywhere else. I meant it as in – you won’t have to leave the nest if you don’t want to.”

“They must not trust their mates. I’ve seen you in the arena. You could protect our eggs. I trust you.”

I beamed without meaning to. Laken was a fighter at heart. He worked hard to hone his skills and tone his body. If he trusted me to watch over our eggs and have his back it was a compliment of the highest order.

“I chose you. Of course, I fucking trust you, Sunny,” he said, pulling me over for a kiss. “Look, I wouldn’t have eggs with a guy I didn’t trust to do half the work. We need to work on your views of draconic capitalism but I trust you with our eggs.”

I laughed and stole another kiss.

“They’ll probably grow up here. I’d rather have them learn to work together than work against each other.”

“Me too. We’ll figure it out and I think even if we had to raise them on Earthside they wouldn’t grow up to paywall food. They’d stand outside of those money food stores and hand out free food while laughing at the Sos that ran it.”

“Sos?” I blinked.

“Yeah, those guys that just make money. Okay, people who just make money and do nothing.”

“Oh,” I laughed. “C-E-Os.”

“Yeah. That’s what I said.”

“Close enough,” I shrugged. “But that sounds like something Eston would do outside of my sire’s stores if he pissed him off enough.”

“Good guy this mate of your brother.”

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One week rolled into two and morphed into three. We might’ve stayed inside forever and actually forgotten about the world if Laken hadn’t woken up craving cheese. He was ravenous for it and apparently that was what happened in his family when omegas were pregnant. A lot of dragons didn’t experience pregnancy or egg sickness, but they got emotional or they had the sort of food cravings that they’d bring down an empire to indulge in.

One of the local healers was more than happy to swing by the house to give him a quick sonic to confirm our suspicions. The sonic let out the perfect ding to let us know that all Laken’s leg holding up in the air wasn’t in vain. The healer asked for his autograph before taking his leave.

“Someone’s famous,” I teased him.

“Yeah for having your baby,” he teased back before taking my hand and tugging me in close to him.

“We have so much to do, don’t we?”

“Well, yeah, and I want to see your crew’s healer so that I can get egg pictures,” he said.

“Oh, Izora will be doing that even if we have to go out to him. He probably won’t make us but still,” I shrugged, wrapped my arms around his middle.

“Eh, if we do, we do. I’m carrying eggs not dying. I hope you don’t expect me to lay around and eat cheeseallday. Only half the day is appropriate.”

“I’ll remind you that you said that.”

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