Page 78 of Devoted to the Dragon

“Scoot over, pup.” The best I’ve got right now is to let my wolf take my skin. He’s desperate and has been since we left her in the wards with the serpent. It’s taken all my control not to let him loose.

I shift and hop up in bed. My poor wolf is shaking, whining as he nudges his nose under her arm and curls up beside her to keep watch.

The first twenty-four hours,she doesn’t wake. Her fever spikes in the middle of the night, racking her body with chills. She makes these little whimpers that flay me. We purr and hold her through it, but I feel helpless as I watch her struggle. Gunnar isn’t faring any better, getting increasingly agitated the longer she sleeps.

By midmorning the next day, she awakens long enough to tell us about destroying the nest. She cries, and I can see how she’s fighting forgiveness, how she fears loving Knox. It’s the same thing she always struggles with—how to trust and open herself to love. My heart breaks for the two of them and the mess it has landed us all in.

It’s late afternoon when she wakes again. She’s got cramps and is feverish, but she’s settled or maybe gone numb. I draw a bath, keeping it lukewarm and adding some of the salts Vandera left to ease her aches.

Gunnar hasn’t changed forms, but he won’t leave her side. He sits next to the tub, his snout resting on the ledge as he purrs, watching me bathe her. Her hair is last, and when I wash it, she hums, breaking out of her silent stupor.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispers as I wrap a towel around her before scooping her into my arms.

“No thanks necessary, baby girl,” I promise.

The rest of the afternoon is subdued, though she’s coming back to herself more and more. She insisted on wearing one of Gunnar’s guard shirts and one of my undershirts, and the tartjuice of her scent has finally returned. On the couch in the den is a mound of blankets Gunnar brought out from her nest. When I poke my head out of the kitchen where I’m working on dinner, I can barely see her beneath the bedding and Gunnar’s fur.

They cuddle while I cook. The two of them eat their weight in snacks and watch some human reality TV show. Gunnar helps bring her out of her shell in that way he has of getting her to laugh. I’ve never seen something as cute as her giggling, hands thrown in the air in celebration as she tosses cheese cubes for Gunnar to catch. He gobbles them up and licks her face each time.

Those giggles turn to moans, and I peek my head out to see Gunnar’s furry hands wrapped around Randi’s spread thighs, his long tongue buried in her pussy.I didn’t know I needed to see my wolf-man in action, but my chopping knife hits the counter.

“What exactly is my naughty girl doing with her wolf?” I ask, voice already strained.

Our wolf-man doesn’t stop, pulling Randi’s hips closer. Watching him swirl his long tongue around her clit, then thrust back inside is so wrong, but it makes my cock rock hard.

He’s feasting on her, and she fucking loves it. One arm is clutched around the ledge of the couch while the other is buried in the soft fur between his ears. Little horny moans slip from between her teeth-bitten lips.

It looks like a painting of the worddebauched.

The closer I get to the couch, the more her scent affects me. She’s dripping in juice, the scent of oranges thick in the air. I twist her nipple between my fingers and slap her other breast. She arches off the couch, nails digging into the leather as she comes.

That makes Gunnar lose it, his long tongue lapping at her as he growls.

Her eyes lift, finding mine. “Knot me, Alpha, please.”

“Look at my sweet omega begging so nicely.” I run my hand down over her chest, back and forth to cup and slap her tits, before I lean over and rub along the base of our wolf-man’s tail. “What a good boy you are for making our dragon come.”

He goes still—wavy tail pointing straight out before it wags again.

“Now, kneel for me, pup.”

He’s off the couch and kneeling before I’ve sat down. I pat my lap, and Randi crawls to me. Her pupils are blown, and her perfume is a heavy cloud around her.

I unzip my pants and take myself out, giving my hard cock a stroke. Randi doesn’t waste any time, crawling into my lap and seating herself in one go. She’s soaked and so far gone to the moment that she loops an arm around my neck and lifts her hips.Her gasp matches my guttural moan. My hands find her hips, my lips her neck, as she sets a fast rhythm.

“That’s a good girl, showing me how much you want me, taking my cock so good.”

My wolf eyes the two of us, that long tongue panting and his claws digging into his furry thighs.

I nip Randi’s neck and whisper loudly enough for our wolf to hear, “You want that tongue back, don’t you, baby girl? You want your wolf to suck and lick you while I stuff your little pussy on my cock?”

Randi turns rabid, her hips bouncing and her hands going to pinch her nipples. “Yes,” she moans.

Without waiting for my permission, our wolf-man lunges. That fucking tongue of his is wild, and the second he’s flicking it against her clit, she goes off, squeezing me so fucking good that I have to bite my tongue not to come.

She grinds against my knot, locking me inside, while our wolf-man’s wicked tongue laps at where we’re joined. It’s over. I can’t hold back. My dick pulses inside her, and I throw my headback. My fangs extend, and the need to sink my teeth into her neck is so overwhelming that it’s painful.

Cum lands on the spot where I’m locked to Randi, and I moan, watching as our wolf unloads on us. The scent of sage meets oranges as Gunnar throws back his head and howls.

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