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When she comes, the sound of her wetness against my finger is loud and messy and I don’t relent, groaning against her sweetest spots, wringing every last bit of satisfaction from heruntil her back thumps against the table and she goes limp and breathless.

There is a moment, when she and I are simply breathing, when my finger is still inside of her and my face is still buried in her pussy, that I finally feel a slither of satisfaction. It’s fleeting, but it’s there.

I clean her up with my tongue. Lapping up every last bit of evidence of her desire for me, keeping it for me and my greedy dragon. Then I get to my feet and see that Aurelia’s eyes are closed as she catches her breath. A hand supports her right leg and I immediately gather her into my arms, supporting her behind both knees.

Thankfully, she lets me, probably spent and wanting to revel in the golden afterglow, a small reprieve from all the pain she suffers.

Then I carry her into the bedroom.

I find the three of them pacing the room, glowering and muttering under their breaths, in a nest of violence. I’m unsuccessful in hiding my smirk as I lay her gently on the bed and cover her, tucking the blankets tight along her sides.

They surround me, sniffing aggressively and checking their regina for any sign of harm. Savage gives me a violent shove, and I let him.

“Don’t worry, I did a good job,” I reassure them.

And because they fucking heard that I did, they say nothing more.

Chapter 90

Xander

8 years ago

Selena is on her hands and knees on the hardwood floors of the bedroom of her husband’s home, her body trembling as she sobs into a hand.

“Sissy!” I cry, running over to her.

“Xander!” she screams. “Oh my god, Xander!”

I take her face in mine and immediately step away in horror as I see the giant black eye blooming across her face.

There are more bruises on her arms, her legs. Her chest.

There is no longer a question in my mind as to who has done this to her. Who has been doing this to her for the last eight months. I roar in fury. “I’m going to kill him!”

“No!” she cries. “I need you to help me, the babies are coming early—” she gasps, clutching her stomach and sticking a foot out at an angle like a woman about to give birth.

“Shit, Sissy, who should I call?”

“It’s too late!” she grunts, bearing down like she’s constipated. “They’re coming now!”

My head whips around the room and I remember what they do on TV. Towels.

“Where are the towels?”

Red-tinted water pools on the floor under Sissy. “There!” She points at the chest of drawers behind her and I run for them, pulling out five because I have no idea how many we’ll need.

I run back to Sissy and she tells me to put two underneath her.

A contraction ravages her body just as I get them in place and she grabs onto my shoulders, crying out, her body shaking violently. “Support the head!” she cries.

I look around as if there’s someone else who can do this. I really don’t want to be seeing?—

“Xander!” she cries, tears leaving her eyes now.

Without thinking about it more, I flip her dress up, only to see something big and round sticking out from between her legs. My heart near flies out of my chest before I realise it’s a head. Of course it’s the hatchling’s head.

Sissy puts one hand on the baby’s head and screams again. “Catch her!” I grab a towel just as the hatchling slides out of Sissy in a big gush of water. I catch her in the towel.

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