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I held my palm open, and Mac frowned.

"More slick, please."

He snorted and waved his hand over mine until a liberal dose of the stuff filled my palm. "It's called lube."

"Lube." The word sounded comical on my tongue, but I took my work seriously. I wrapped my hand around his cock and dragged my palm over his tip until he was covered. Then, I took both his cock and my ovipositor in hand.

"Fuck me," Mac groaned.

"I am!" I thrust my hips up, since he hadn't moved yet.

He laughed and grabbed my shoulders. "You are." Using me as his anchor, he shifted, lifting off me and then plunging back down with the full force of his weight. Gods, he stole my breath each time he dropped down on me. I admired the strength in his legs as the muscles rippled beneath his scaled stripes. He was gorgeous. I was lucky to have him as my mate. He was strong like an alpha and as stubborn as my favorite omegas, but he was all beta, and all mine.

I needed both hands to hold his cock against my ovipositor while he bounced, head thrown back, sweat beading on the skin of his neck. I wanted to lick it.

I sat up and pulled him backward, shoving pillows behind me until his chest rubbed against mine with each movement. He snaked his hands into my hair, and then he went for the kill shot, latching onto my horns with a firm grip.

"So close." His words mirrored my thoughts. I tightened my grip, and he dropped his head to my shoulder, licking and sucking my neck. I wanted him to bite me, to complete our mating mark, but not like this. I wanted him inside me when we bound ourselves forever.

"Look at me, Mac."

He lifted his head, and I kissed him. All he needed was the invitation to devour my longing and desire. He sucked on my tongue the way his hole squeezed my cock.

He growled into my mouth as he came, his hot cum spurting onto my abdomen and dribbling over my hands. His channel squeezed my cock, and I came with him, grateful for the pile of pillows holding me up. I needed to be close to him, to wrap my arm around him while I licked lube and cum off my other hand.

Lying on my back with him above me, I'd felt like nothing but a disembodied cock. Here, with him in my arms, I was a part of something larger than myself and more imposing than my dragon form.

It felt huge and dangerous, this emotion. I would burn entire villages to the ground if I lost it. Perhaps my paragon and I had more in common than I thought.

ChapterEleven

Mac

Bottomingfor Galen was both less and more than I thought it would be. Less because they were in their kobold form, which was good, since their dragon form would kill me. More because my every movement reminded me how much I loved them already.

Galen had wanted to come to Earth to learn more about humans. I hoped they had progressed beyond thinking humans were inherently evil. We'd watched a horror movie with that premise a year ago. I'd thought Galen would like the winged demons and the enormous explosions, but their takeaway had been that humans couldn't be trusted.

Galen would break my heart if they decided I wasn't good enough to mate a dragon. Already, I wanted to place my mating mark on them, to show the world they belonged to me, but they'd stopped me with a command, and a kiss.

Gods, what a kiss. I was still trembling from it.

Galen stroked my back with both hands. Something latched onto the underside of my cock, making me yelp.

"I told you," Galen said, "my ovipositor has a mind of its own. It wants you to be inside it. I keep telling it, that's not how it works."

I laughed. "It feels weird, but in a good way."

My oversensitive cock twitched at the attention, and Galen's ovipositor snaked alongside me.

"You're still hard?" I asked Galen.

"Not."

"Yes, you are," I corrected. "I can feel it." Not only that, but their cock was also expanding, becoming more.

"Knot," Galen said again, and I finally understood.

"Gods." I pulled them closer and bussed a quick kiss across their lips. "I'm slow on the uptake."

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