Page 70 of Myths and Shifts

“I was just thinking that you’re so levelheaded and rational that sometimes I forget you’re a dragon.” I wasn’t worried about offending him but the way he rolled his eyes made me want to laugh. “Then you do something like lift me up like that or actually turn into a dragon and I remember.”

“You have an interesting sense of humor, my naughty mate.” Brushing his lips against mine, Daddy kept up his sexy glare as he sprinkled more kisses over my face. “I am a big scary dragon and you’re not going to forget it just because I have the ability to behave myself and don’t talk about eating people.”

He was not helping me to keep my sense of humor in check. “I…I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Kind of?

Maybe.

Eventually.

Yes, eventually I’d be sorry, but for the time being I just wanted to laugh and orgasm with my mate.

“Just saying sorry isn’t going to be enough this time.” As he shook his head, I couldn’t help but wonder how I always ended up apologizing to him when we got in bed.

If anything was magic, that was it.

He was definitely a dragon…his version of nonsense was just to be sneaky.

“I’m going to have to remind you who you belong to.” Shaking his head like he couldn’t believe how naughty and ridiculous I was being, he pinned my hands over my head. “If you want to eventually earn your reward and be king of the dragon, hands stay right there.”

How he could say that with a straight face I’d never know…and I also didn’t know how I was going to keep my little side in check when he was being so cute.

“Yes, Daddy.” I could do it. I could be big and still and ride my mate. “I’ll be good.”

That list should not have sounded so hard to accomplish, but I was going to do it, so I pressed my arms against the mattress and did my best to look earnest.

He scoffed.

I clearly needed to work on my acting.

“We’ll see if you can do it.” Shaking his head again, he pressed a kiss to my neck and then down on my shoulder. “It would be very sad if I had to make love to you missionary style. Very sad indeed.”

He was the most ridiculous dragon ever…he was just better at hiding it than everyone in town.

“Very sad, Daddy.” Technically not but I could play the game. I liked games. No. I was big. Big me was having a scene with Daddy. “I can be good.”

Because I wanted to ride him.

Ooh.

“Daddy?” The pinch he gave my nipples was not going to help my ability to behave…or lie still. “I’ll…I can be good.”

Raising one eyebrow, Daddy looked sexy and skeptical. “Then stop putting those images in my head, naughty boy. It’s cheating.”

Oops.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

Again.

How did he manage to make it so that I was always apologizing?

Magic.

Dragon Daddy magic.

They were all sneakier than we realized and were just playing at being so ridiculous.

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