Page 30 of The Dragon at the End of This Pregnancy

"What's that?" I knew about Christians from watching Christmas movies, and I knew about fascists from watchingSchindler's List, but I didn't think the two should go together.

"Some humans think their religion and the color of their skin make them better than other humans," Mac explained.

"Wait until they meet a dragon."

Mac chuckled and kissed down the side of my neck.

"But not right now," I said. "Now, I want more kisses."

"I want that, too."

Careful of my horns, I rolled to face my kobold mate. I cupped his jaw in my hand, loving the feel of the scales along his neck beneath my fingers. "I like touching you like this," I said, following the scales to the soft flesh where I would one day leave my mating mark.

His breath hitched. "I never dreamed we could do anything like this," he said. "I thought you would always be dragon sized."

"I love my dragon form, but I enjoy being with you like this, too."

I traced the shell of his pointed ear and brushed his shaggy brown hair behind it, exposing another trail of muted scales along his temple. I followed them to his forehead, dropped over the bridge of his nose, and leaned in to kiss the tip of it the way I'd seen a mother kiss a child in one of Mac's movies.

I expected him to shove me over on my back and take control, but he let me continue stroking his cheek. I knew his skin was soft from all the times he'd snuggled up beside me but touching him like this was so intimate.

"I thought you wanted more kisses," Mac whispered when I traced his neck to the divot between his collar bones.

"I want to explore you, all of you. Is this not enjoyable?"

"It's killing me. I want to touch you back."

"I never said you couldn't touch me." I wished I could read his mind better in this form. "Where did you get that idea?"

He swallowed, and I traced the lump in his throat as it bounced back into place.

"I want to take it slow, as slow as you need."

Ah. "I need to communicate better. I want you to touch me, Mac. When I'm ready to kiss you, I want you to kiss me back. When I'm ready for more, I will tell you." Except I already knew. "I am ready for more, if you are."

"What do you mean, more?"

"Penetrative sex."

He looked like he was about to panic, so I continued. "I've fucked other dragons. I would love to fuck you."

He leaned his head against my chest and groaned. "Gods, yes."

That was better than panic, at least. I wanted to know what had worried him, but now was not the time to ask.

"Do you like this form, or would you prefer my kobold form instead?"

"Kobold alpha, if you don't mind." Mac grimaced as he leaned back.

I understood his mixed feelings about the human form I'd assumed. I loosened my hold on my form and altered it into the alpha kobold I'd used when we'd first explored our pleasure.

He caressed my cheek. "You still look like yourself in this form," he said. "More dragon than kobold."

I couldn't hide my grin. "Thank you."

I roamed further down his body, teasing along the sensitive skin bordering his scaled stripes. He touched the tip of my horn, and I paused, closing my eyes to feel him bump along the ridges to my temple.

"You like that," he said.

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