Page 123 of Primal Dragon

Henrik shook his hand. “We are friends too, you know?”

“We are,” James agreed with a nod, “and I won’t forget it.”

“We’re going to Miami for Christmas, if you want to come with us?” Quinn offered feeling happy that they were making the choice to get along.

“Miami? You going to hang out with the king?”

Henrik chuckled. “My brother is insistent I bring my mate to meet the family. It’ll be the first time the family has been together since we left Brazil.”

“The Thompsons aren’t doing something? You’re not going to take your mate and show him off?”

“I haven’t figured out how to have that conversation. ‘Mom. Dad. This is my mate. No not boyfriend. Mate. We’re bonded by magic, tourmaline nipple rings, and now I’m a dragon.’” She paused for dramatic effect. “How do you think that will go?”

James cocked an eyebrow. “Nipple rings?”

Henrik let out a growl.

James smirked. “Of course, that’s where you’d carry his fucking heartstone.”

Henrik pulled Quinn back against him.

Quinn rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a caveman.”

“Remember that the next time you see a woman squeezing my arm,” Henrik growled against her ear.

“She was openly hitting on you.”

Henrik chuckled. “Do you think I even noticed her when you were standing right next to me?”

“If I hadn’t been there?”

“Then I would’ve been too busy thinking about you to notice her.”

Quinn rolled her eyes. “You’re allowed to notice other women.”

“That’s gracious of you, sweetheart, but it’s bullshit and irrelevant.” He kissed the side of her head. “Your dragon is just as possessive as mine is. Dragons don’t share well.”

James chuckled. “That’s not what I heard.”

Quinn and Henrik glanced over at him. “Yeah? What have you heard?”

“There was a clan of dragons that would have two or more males to one female.”

Quinn gasped. “Seriously? Or more?”

Henrik chuckled. “The Larimar Clan were rumored to be that way. They’re the sea dragons. They disappeared a millennia ago. They were also partial to human mates, from what I heard. They were the black sheep clan of all the clans, but they were also the biggest and baddest of all the clans, so no one really questioned their mating rituals or anything else. I assure you, it was a mystery how multiple males shared one female without killing each other.”

“A fated mate, is a fated mate,” James replied.

“And they just disappeared?” Quinn asked.

“I don’t know what happened. They were gone before I was born.” Henrik moved around Quinn and lifted the kitten out of James’s arms.

“Something tells me I’m going to have to fight for your affection when it comes to that little kitten,” Quinn muttered.

Henrik set her in between the two cats who had been winding around all their legs. “Usually animals don’t like me.” He watched the calico carefully.

“She’ll fend for herself. Don’t worry. She’s a strong little thing.” Quinn moved around to put things away.

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