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Craig had some spirit. I loved it.

Ralph actually looked surprised. “Wait, you look?”

“Well, yeah. Have you seen you?” His point was well made.

“That’s not fair. I never get to see you naked.” Never didn’t sound exactly true and I was sure there was a story there, one I wanted to hear all about. I wanted to hear all the stories.

“That’s because you didn’t ask.” He intertwined their arms. These two were going to be fun.

I took off my clothes, setting them beside my mate’s—possibly giving a little extra shake to my ass as I walked into the clearing—and called forth my beast.

He landed on the ground with a thud.

“Whoa.” Craig came over to me. “I want to hug you. Can I hug you?”

I brought my head down to give him room. His arms wouldn’t be able to reach all the way around me, but that was okay. My dragon didn’t care. Just getting in touch with his mate was enough.

Ralph quickly came up beside him and added himself into the hug.

Mine.

Ours.

Mate.

My dragon was ready for them. And from the way they reacted to my beast, I had a feeling they were ready for us, too.

I walked around the clearing for a little bit then nudged Ralph to shift with me. He did, and the second he shifted, Craigran over to him and scratched behind his ears, giving him a kiss on the snout like they’d done it a thousand times before.

Maybe they had.

But it was the first time with me.

The two of us ran in the clearing—not with any purpose. We weren’t playing chase. But then, as the wind shifted, I stretched to the air, taking full advantage of it.

The two of us frolicked, me flying and running, Ralph running and jumping, in the clearing until our mate let out a yawn.

It was time to go back.

We were having such a great time, and I had a feeling we’d continue to do so back in the room.

Chapter Ten

Ralph

What a long but amazingly fantastic day.

When I picked Craig up at his office after his partial workday, I’d thought we’d drive to Dragon’s Landing, get checked in, maybe nap then go out to dinner and then go to bed. And that had been the case as far as the driving and arriving part, but from that point, nothing had gone according to plan.

Instead, it went according to Fate’s plan. Oh, maybe the karens were irrelevant, although come to think of it, if they had chosen to leave, there would have been a room available for Trace and we wouldn’t have offered to share ours. Would we have connected eventually? Probably, but not with the magical synergy it did occur. This would be a great story to tell our grandchildren one day.

Then coming to the room and having a mating talk, followed by some very lovely kissing. Dinner, shifting…and finally coming back to the room. We went inside to find a cot set up by the window, but we didn’t need it. Rather, without any prior discussion, we set about moving the table between the two queen-sized beds over near the cot and pushed the beds together. It was a little precarious, but we locked the wheels on the beds and crossed our fingers.

The entire evening had been a study in restraint, especially when Trace took off his clothes to shift. Good shifter manners said we didn’t look, but I was willing to say that mates could take a pass. Apparently Craig had been doing that as long as we knew we were mates. Of course, he was human…

But there was a certain sensuality in the act of shifting, of freeing our animals to take their fur or scales, and it made me both hungry, and in this case, horny.

With the beds together, we met in the middle of the room for a hug that quickly went into stripping one another of our clothes while kissing and a fair amount of groping. When our garments were scattered all over the floor, we fell on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.

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