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“We’re still knotted,” Ivo mumbled.

“Well, if they don’t want to see it, they shouldn’t be taking this long to arrive. Or leave.”

When they got to the scene, the police were gone, and the bodies had been cleared away.

“I sent the Sausage Mobile’s owners a message on your behalf,” Raptor said.

“Thanks.” Ace hid his cock a little deeper inside Ivo’s body; Ivo shuddered.

“You reek of jizz,” Crush said to the side. “I’m not sharing a ride back with you.”

“Well, maybe Duke might want to,” Ace said.

Duke wrinkled his nose. “No. Especially not if you’re going to be knotted during that flight.”

“Mmmm. Now, there’s an idea,” Ace rumbled. “But not yet. Ivo’s not ready for my dragon cock.”

“It’s too big!” Ivo squawked. Ace’s dragon form was gigantic. He hadn’t seen Ace’s shifted cock yet, but everything pointed to the likelihood that Ace’s hidden parts would be... proportional to the rest of his body.

“Sweetheart, I’ll make it fit.” Ace squeezed Ivo’s ass. “Soon. Once you get pregnant enough, you’ll start to beg for it.”

Ivo frowned, seriously doubting it.

“You underestimate just how much you like coming on my cock,” Ace whispered in his ear. Ivo blushed bright red.

“Ew, I think that’s TMI,” Telos said, sauntering up with Mav.

“Weallheard your TMI with Mav. Every second of it,” Duke said dryly.

“You haven’t heard the pterodactyl-fucking,” Telos said proudly. His alpha, Mav, facepalmed.

Ivo was still hung up on the dragon sex, though. He waited as Raptor and the rest took off into the night sky; Ace carefully shrank his knot and pulled out, before shifting into a dragon and scooping Ivo into his arms.

“Think about it,” Ace whispered in his ear. “I’ll show it to you, and you can decide afterward if you’re ready.”

“I’ll probably never be ready,” Ivo said.

Ace only smiled.

19

ACE FILLS IVO WITH GIFTS

Ace was trying notto hover, Ivo could tell.

The dragon was tucked into a comfy leather couch in his office, pretending to read a thick book. Every so often, he would peek over at Ivo, before discreetly looking back at his book.

Ivo stared at the checkout page on his laptop. On there was a full set of Llain Hardcox’s signed paperbacks—the most frivolous purchase he was about to make in his life, considering that he’d probably keep on reading the books on his phone. But Hardcox rarely sold signed paperbacks; he said it was difficult for him to make them available ‘in this world’.

Whatever that meant.

The thing was, Ivo had never seriously considered owning a set of those books. Until now.

Now, he had his very own credit card in his hands. These books wouldn’t even put a dent in his monthly limit.

Hisfifty-grandmonthly limit.

He swallowed and slowly pecked out the credit card number. He typed in his name and Ace’s address.

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