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Jinnan had been so silent during all of this. I assumed he was scared and unsure of our future. Like me. But he didn’t sound that way now.

I am proud. But jumping into things without thinking got me into this awful situation.

You were drunk. Colt spiked your drink. That’s not who you are.

I was stupid and we’re paying for it.

Lyric said it was Colt’s fault, not yours. Remember that.

He was right. I did have a tendency to blame myself a lot for any bad thing that happened to me. Colt being feral—or whatever his problem was—was not my fault.

When we got to Lyric’s bedroom, which was a massive suite with white rugs, a black bed and maroon curtains, he immediately entered the bathroom. I realized I would still need his help to get undressed and into the shower before I had any privacy.

I was used to sometimes shifting with other dragons. That meant being naked in a group. But there were protocols for that. It was like a locker room. You didn't stare at people disrobing. Not that Lyric would stare. He’d already seen me naked back at the roost. But that was when I was too scared and too hurt to really notice. Now I was clear-headed. He was my rescuer. And I wanted him. I was hard for him.

What would he think of me? What would he do? So far, he'd been the perfect gentleman. I guess I would find out if he remained that way.

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Lyric

Jinn felt so small in my arms. Like air. When he clutched at my shoulder a spike of heat went straight to my groin. My cock hardened. I instinctively hugged him closer.

See how he is ours already?

Just because I got an erection?

You think too much. Follow your heart.

My dragon had never said such words to me before. He'd never been overly sentimental. He didn't think in terms of hearts and candy and flowers. What was happening?

This omega was still in the midst of a trauma. My—our—timing couldn't have been more wrong.

I carried Jinn straight into the bathroom and set him down before the shower stall. He leaned against me, balancing on one foot. Being needed like that was such a rare feeling for me. I could have basked in it forever. But it was more than just the feeling. It was Jinn.

Ours.

“That's a wonderful shower,” Jinn commented. “I thought the one downstairs was big.”

“The advantages of snagging the primary bedroom.”

Jinn laughed. “Well, it is your house.”

I laughed along with him and it felt good.

“The benches are built in and made of marble tile. It's hard on the ass which is why you can see I put cushions on them. Don't worry the cushions are waterproof--made for the shower.”

“My shower at home is just one spigot with water coming out.”

I smiled. “That works, too.”

I reached in and showed him how the shower massage units came off their hooks. There were three and they were attached to long hoses. This shower was made to allow multiple people to bathe at once, but I'd never used it for that.

“It's wonderful,” Jinn commented.

He leaned against me facing out and started to pull the scrub top over his head. It got a little stuck and so I helped him without a word. He did not protest.

When it came to his pants, it was a little easier for him. He undid the waist tie and let them drop effortlessly to his ankles.

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