Page 76 of The Dragon at the End of This Pregnancy

I'd never understood the strange pet name Mac's favorite movie character had for his rival-turned-lover, but the command had Mac shooting over my hand and shouting my name. I stroked him through his tremors, drinking in his bliss with my gaze.

I pulled out and removed the sleeve, the insides of it now slick with my precome. I slid my cock back inside Mac with one smooth motion, and he clenched around me while his legs flopped to either side of my thighs.

That wouldn't do. I would end up hurting him. I pulled back out and flipped him over with my dragon strength, careful to prop his chest and his hips on pillows so I wouldn't hurt him.

"This okay?" I asked.

"Gods, yes." He glanced over his shoulder at me with the heavily lidded gaze of a sated partner who was almost fucked out but still wanted more. "Please?"

How could I resist? I flattened myself between his legs, hands at his hips to guide myself into his tight heat again. We both moaned at our complete connection. With long, smooth strokes, I brought myself back to the edge.

Mac rallied his strength and rose up to meet me with each thrust. His grunts of pleasure and the slap of our flesh took me over the edge into bliss. I collapsed on top of him, shifting us to the side so he wouldn't suffocate as I kissed and licked the mark on his neck.

"Mine."

"Yours." He wriggled against me as my knot formed. "Gods, yes. So much yours. I love you."

"You love my knot, you mean."

"Same thing," he teased.

I rocked against him, working my knot against his prostate. Satisfied I was in the right place, I took his cock in hand again, stroking him in time with my undulations.

He reached up, and I feared for my hat, sending it back to its special box in the closet with a spell. Mac's hand curled around my horn, tugging my head down to the mark on his neck again. I bit down gently over the mark, enough to sting but not enough to draw blood.

Mac came again with a hoarse cry, and his channel squeezed around my knot.

"Come with me, Mate."

Mate. Gods. That word did it for me, just like baby for Mac. I came so hard I saw stars behind my eyelids. I sucked on the mark on Mac's neck hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Gods, I love you," Mac whispered.

"I love you, too. So much. Mate."

Mac chuffed a laugh and snuggled closer. "Hey, now. That sounds like you're looking for round two. Or is it round three?"

"We have all night," I reminded him.

"We have more than that," he said. "We have the rest of our lives."

Gods, I loved him so much. Even his corniest lines made my eyes sting.

"That we do."

Epilogue

Galen

Dragons weren't supposedto have anxiety. We were the top of the food chain. The next greatest creatures were our tiny cousins, the dragonets, and their rivals, the dire weasels.

I had nothing to fear from other dragons, but that didn't convince my heartbeat to slow. It pounded in my throat as I contemplated the mass of dragons and beta kobolds outside the kickball dugout. The wooden structure hid my alpha kobold form from the crowd while I tried to regain my composure.

Kobolds and dragons alike read Mac's emails and came to see us! I swallowed hard. This wasn't anxiety, at least, not all of it. Excitement made my heart race even more. We'd called everyone together for the first dragon reunion in over a century, and they came!

Even more surprising, the betas came, too. Dragons used to fly from village to village searching for their fated mates, but now, we could unite all eligible betas and dragons in one place and see what happened. I hoped at least one dragon found their fated mate at the reunion.

Mac knocked on the wood frame around the door opening. "It's time to be a dragon," he teased. It was customary for dragons to look like dragons at the reunion. That was the reason the original pavilion was so large.

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