Page 43 of The Dragon at the End of This Pregnancy

"Thanks to our fixation on mating, I know entirely too much about alpha and omega kobolds," Mac said. "I don't know much about dragons. How long will your pregnancy last?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "When I asked Bale, they said, 'too long,' and that was the only answer I got from them. I have a better estimate for the weeks in our hatching cave. It will take thirty weeks for the egg to mature and hatch."

"Unless human genes complicate things," Mac said.

"We will find out." I tried a smile for reassurance, but that only made Mac smell more nervous.

We ate the rest of our meal in silence, though neither of us took more than a few bites. The pasta was cooked al dente for the perfect amount of crunch, but I still couldn't enjoy it, not when Mac looked so worried. I should have told him what I smelled on him earlier, but I didn't want to scare him even more.

I'd wanted tonight to be perfect, and now I was ruining it.

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After we gave up on our unfinished meals, we delayed further by sharing a delicious slice of strawberry cheesecake. I ate slowly, savoring every bite Mac forked into my mouth.

I couldn't explain why I stalled. I wanted Mac, and he wanted me. This felt momentous, like our lives would change once we made our marks and connected our lives forever.

This was Mac, though. I loved him and wanted to be with him as long as I lived. He was no longer a random stranger with whom I felt a mate bond. He was my everything.

With a shimmer of magic, I removed my clothing spell. Mac had his back turned to toss the paper bag into the waste bin. I heard his breath catch when he turned around, but I was already on the bed, on my knees, ass up and waiting for him.

"Gods, Galen, you're a dream come true."

There was my wonderful kobold mate. I hadn't lost him to worry, after all. I felt his gaze on my back.

"Is this the form you'd like me to take?"

I glanced over my shoulder and caught him staring while he swallowed. "Yes. Prepare yourself for me. I want to see what you like."

With a spell, I coated my insides and three of my fingers with a liberal dose of the human lube. "Wait until I share this gift with the other dragons." Before, we'd taken baths together in pools of oil, the slick stuff coating our cocks and filling our orifices until we glided together. I hated smelling like the stuff for days, but it couldn't be helped.

Until now. I would take this human slickness to Ignitas and share it with all my dragon friends. If anything could make my paragon lighten up, it was this.

Nope. No thinking about parents in this moment, or friends, or children. This was between me and Mac.

Once I was as stretched as three fingers would make me, I flipped onto my back and beckoned him with my still-slicked fingers. I smeared them over his cock, and he added more with a spell.

"I want you to enjoy this," he whispered.

"I will." Mac's cock was a decent size for a beta kobold's, but I was a dragon. I could change my form to make the fit more comfortable for both of us if the lube didn't work.

That wasn't necessary, though. Mac's flared cock head and glorious sheath bumped along my entrance in the most wonderful way. I closed my eyes to better enjoy it. Gods, he was the perfect fit.

I loved the feel of his cock as it pressed against my prostate. I didn't have one as a dragon, but I'd made it part of my kobold alpha form when I noticed how much Mac enjoyed his. I was already too close, and he hadn't bottomed out yet, still working his way inside me with shallow thrusts.

We both groaned from the pleasure when he was fully seated inside me. He kissed me, and the world shifted. No longer were we dragon and kobold. We were melded together as one.

"Is it wrong for me to want to bite you now?" Mac asked. "Do we need to wait?"

"The magic already recognizes our union." I could feel it swirling around us, binding us together without the mating mark. "Bite me, Mac."

My stubborn kobold frowned at me. "I don't want it to fail."

I laughed. "If it does, we'll have the rest of our lives to get it right."

Instead of biting me, he continued to rock against my prostate with slow, smooth strokes. I grabbed my cock and ovipositor in hand. I was already so close, but I needed something more to push me over the edge.

Mac sped up, his movements fast and erratic. He shoved my knees out of his way and leaned into each thrust, driving his cock against my prostate and bringing me even closer to the edge.

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