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She was so relaxed by the time he’d finished with his story that she was nearly asleep. Dyson’s body had finally warmed up enough that she could be close to him, so she felt her body, already close to sleep, relax even more, she turned in the bed so that he had his chest to her back. He knew that if he moved his legs, even enough to wrap around hers, she would wake again as he was that cold, so he just thought about what it was going to be like in the winter months and his body even colder.

Since he’d never heard his brothers’ mates complaining about the cold, he was going to have to ask them about it. Knowing Fowler, who seemed to be as cold as he was all the time, he more than likely had a plan that didn’t have his wife seeking other places to sleep because of the chill he gave all. Making a mental note about it, he knew that he’d do it in the morning.

Two days ago, he’d found the ring that Sidney had made when he was in his jewelry making phase of his life. That was another thing that Dyson hadn’t ever gotten into was: gem making. But Sidney had excelled at it. Not only did he make rings and other jewelry, but he also made stained glass windows that were still to this day in churches and very large houses.

His favorite piece that he’d ever seen of his brothers was the one that was in their home front door. It was several dragons, some of them standing, the rest sitting on the emerald green grass of the lawn. It was so beautiful that when Mom decided to change the porch and front room one year, she had him add to the mural by extending the scene to the front windows of the house too. Dyson was goingto talk to his brother about making a piece for his new home so that he’d have a little bit of his family there with him at all times.

Just as he was thinking that he was tried enough to go to sleep, he remembered wanting to take Emma to the gem cave. All the gems that they’d all made were there. Some of them had been separated out by gem, but for the most part, they were just scattered about the large cave like someone had just stood at the door and tossed them in. Dyson knew that his mother had a large basket that she kept her tears in or any that she might well find and took them to the cave when the basket was full. She, he knew, had given up about keeping them in any kind of order and he loved to hear her complain about how they were just everywhere.

As a child, he remembered his dad saying that if a human were to find the cave, they’d die from the riches there. No human could nor would be able to comprehend the amount of wealth that had been hidden away there, and that had been hundreds of years ago. He wouldn’t know how to calculate a number of what was there now. He was sure that it was enough to make every human in the world wealthy beyond their wildest dreams.

Snuggling down into his pillow, he thought about how Emma had accepted his dragon. He might not have been able to shift and save her like his older brother had, but he thought that she understood that he and his beast were there for her if she needed them. To be able to have her touching him and then wanting a piece of his dragon, Dyson thought himself to be the luckiest dragon that had ever been hatched. She loved him no matter what he looked like, and that was more than enough for him.

Just as he was falling to sleep he thought once more about the trouble that they were going to have with Darling and her family. He was glad on so many levels that he was able to keep his new family safe, but still worried about them getting too close to her. He’d have to keep better care to be around Emma all the time. It was time he thought to employee some extra faeries. They would literally die for her and while he didn’t want that, he did want his mate safe. Tomorrow, he was going to talk to his grandma and see what she could do to help him out. There were just too many things that could go wrong with having humans around. They were too sneaky at best, and he never understood their need to kill people. Yes, he thought, he needed to go to the other realm and see about getting help. He’d also take Emma with him so that she could look at all the animals that he’d bet she thought were not real.

Wide awake now, he thought of having a nice picnic in the other realm. He knew that he’d not done that in a long time. Hanging out with the unicorns would be a blast for Emma. There were other animals that she’d enjoy, too, like the small pixies and brownies. They didn’t spend all that much time in this realm as they were considered to be troublemakers.

They were, for some reason, really good at keeping the trolls in line. He was so excited that he nearly wrapped his legs around Emma’s but caught himself just in time. All he needed to do now was wake her up from her sleep and have to hear about how cold he was making her. He’d love it having her fuss at him, but she would be upset and he didn’t want that. Not when he was making such plans with her in mind.

Maybe an electric blanket would be good for them. Or perhaps a fireplace in the room. Whatever was making the other mates warm, he needed to find out. Dyson didn’t want his mate suffering at all if there was something that he could do about it.

Chapter 6

She couldn’t help but stare at the room. It was almost too hot with all the heat coming from different points in the room. There were two fireplaces that she was sure hadn’t been there before. Several blankets on the bed that looked like they were electric blankets as there were cords running to the outlets that, again, she’d not noticed before. And in the middle of the room was the biggest basket of fruit that she’d ever seen in her life.

“What is all this?” He grinned. “You know, you’re not as charming as you might think that you are. What have you done?”

“I wanted to keep you sleeping with me, so I figured out what I needed, and the faeries helped me out. I’m sure that now when we go to bed, you won’t have to be chilled sleeping with me.” She just stared at him. “All right. I went to talk to my brothers, Fowler and Madison and they said that they’ve never had any trouble with being too cold for their mates. I asked my grandma and she said that it had to do with me being different than them. As I said to you once, Fowler is a red dragon, which makes him hotter than any of us. Being a green dragon and different than them, I guess that I’m colder than any of them.”

“How do you suppose making the room hot will make you warmer?” He told her that he didn’t know, but he was willing to try anything to make her happy. “I am happy, Dyson. Just having you in my life has made me the happiest that I’ve ever been.”

“Thank you. I needed to hear that. There is another theory as to how to warm us up. It’s not anything that I’m going to pressure you into, but Grandma said that if we were to mate and have sex, then it would more than likely mellow out between us.” He felt his face heat up, and he smiled at her. “Making love to you would be the greatest thing, but I’m not going to pressure you into anything just to make you want to sleep with me.”

Before he could think her intentions, she came to him and put her hands on his chest. He knew she felt his heart. He could, as well. It was pounding hard beneath her hands. Beating hard because she touched him. When she licked her lips, running her tongue over their fullness, Dyson leaned in to kiss her.

The kiss was gentle. He didn’t want to frighten her. The touching of their bodies seemed to melt into one. It didn’t matter that he was chilled. She seemed to warm him up from his core to his skin.

As he brought her closer to him, his hands holding her tightly to him, Dyson felt something that he’d never felt before. A connection to another person on a level that he’d only felt with his family but on a different level than he’d ever felt before. Lifting her up in his arms, he turned her to the wall behind them and felt her wrap around him.

“I can’t wait,” he told her when he pulled his mouth free. “I need to bury myself deep inside of you. I need to make you mine.”

Nodding, she began to tear at his clothing. It was the most erotic thing that he’d ever felt. His shirt was jerked open, tearing the buttons off as she touched his skin. His jacket was pulled down over his arms and dropped where it lay.

Her own clothing suffered as much as his did. The blouse she had on was ripped open. The black bra that seemed sexy for the moment he saw it was lifted up, and he pulled her breast into his mouth. Tugging at her pants, he nearly cried out when they caught. But finally, in the end, he simply tore them from her, no longer caring to be careful of what she would wear later.

“Hurry.” He grinned at her urgency. He, too, felt it, the need to mate, to become one. When his pants gave him fits, he pulled a little of his beast, and the pants fell away in shreds. His feet were now bare of shoes and socks as he held her naked body close to his. While he wasn’t sure how he’d come tobe naked, he didn’t care so long as he could be inside of Emma.

“I want to see you.” Her head shook, and he pulled her legs from behind him. “I must see you in all your glory. We, my dragon and I, we need it. Need to see the beauty that we know that you are.”

“I’m not that special. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to disappoint you.” He had her standing before him now, her body beautifully bare and his. “You’re so large, aren’t you. I’m a little afraid that you’re going to…I don’t care. I want you, Dyson.”

He looked down at his own body and saw himself as she might. His cock was thick and hard, straining from his body with pre-cum at the tip, dripping off the tip. His chest was wide, devoid of hair, and his nipples, like hers, were hard. Dyson wanted to taste every part of her, drink from her nectar, and hear her scream out his name. But he needed to be inside of her more than his need to satisfy his need for a drink.

“I want you in a way that I’ve never wanted anything in my life, Emma. Feel you tighten around me as I fill you.” She nodded, and he put out his finger to trace her collarbone to her nipple. “The thought of fucking you has my beast snarling at me to begin, but I want to give you pleasure first.”

“If you do this right, I’m going to have a great deal of pleasure, I think.” Her hand slipped over her mouth when she spoke, and he pulled it away. “I don’t know why I said that.”

“Yes, you do. You are as needy as I am.” Dyson ran his finger down her belly to her navel and then played there for a moment. Her moans had him watching her face, and he almost missed what her fingers were doing.

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