Page 17 of The Dragon's Stone Hearted Mate
“Yes? Yes to all of it,” he laughed and pulled me back down for another long, slow kiss. “You’re such a good kisser. So warm and soft and tasty. Oh!” he leaned back again, and I swallowed down a groan of frustration. Dragons are excellent kissers but sometimes they won’t just shut the heck up and kiss you!
“Yes, mate?” I asked, trying to relocate my patience before I pinned him down and kissed lower until I found the exact spot that made him stop thinking so much.
“Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten in so long or had anything to drink—”
“I do not need nourishment or watering in that form. As Rhodonite I take my nourishment from the ground itself. It’s where I came from after all.”
“If you need anything you have to let me know.”
“There’s that adorable draconic instinct!” I grinned and kissed him. “That instinct to feed and water me before you put another egg inside of me!”
“Uh… We can talk about that too.”
“Or we could just do that,” I said.
“In this world?”
“On whatever world you like,” I laughed and kissed him again, rubbing my hard dick all over his through our clothes.
Morvan let out a little growl that only made me kiss him harder. That’s all these modern creatures did. They talked and talked and got nowhere.
“Do you want to have kids? Is that why you asked me about them?” I inquired a few minutes later.
“I—I wanted to know because it feels like something I should know about. Like what if they need me?”
“Then they will find us. They know how,” I shrugged. “What about now? What about in this form you take? Do you want children? I have seen enough mating near my standing spot that I know there are ways to prevent that now.”
“I---”
“This is another long musing on the evils of existence, huh?” I asked.
“Get out of my head,” he laughed.
“You are a slayer of the evildoer. You are the asskicker of the asshole. You burn up ghosts and leave their ashes behind for other people to clean up. I have no doubt that you can protect another round of hatchlings.”
“I couldn’t let them kill Torvan,” he whispered.
“Oh.” I sat up and frowned at him. “That’s what’s really bothering you. Your brother betrayed you. He tried to kill your best friend and his mate, and you couldn’t see that he was bad. Am I understanding the memory juice correctly?”
“You’re black magic. I haven’t told anyone else that. Hadn’t even let myself think about it.”
“Do you have any more brothers?”
“Only if you count Teal.”
“Do you think he’ll blow up the children?” I asked.
“No. He’d off someone for trying.”
“Then we have little to worry about, dragon. I adore you. There hasn’t been a day that’s passed by that I haven’t thought of you – haven’t longed for you. Children or not, I am glad you stumbled upon this sad camp, but if we do have kids we will both protect them if the need arises.”
“Is that how--?” he started but I shook my head. “You were old. Ancient. You went to rest and I waited. I’ll do it all over again if that is what is to be. I am not afraid of the stillness aslong as I get to have my years with you in between and what great years they will be. We will build a home and sleep in a nest again. We will have good times because we are together. And if another brother turns on you, I’ll destroy him for you. You won’t have to worry about being blind to how he is. I’ll see for you, and you’ll see for me. We have always covered each other’s blind spots and I see no reason to change that now.”
“Should I find Sherry and ask her for a private cabin?” Morvan asked, changing the subject in the direction I hoped he would. It was so hard to think clearly with our claiming vows only half complete and dragons liked a little romping with their biting.
“They are all filled with sad campers,” I informed him. “The rabbit talked about it while pacing in front of me. I think in my solid form, I made her feel less alone.”
“Do they leave just as sad as they showed up?” Morvan asked, suddenly remembering I knew how well or how badly the camping experience usually worked.
