Page 96 of Cruelly Fated
Rummikub. Our game. The one we played every Sunday before I lost everything in the foreclosure and left in a whirlwind.
He unwrapped the second box—Chinese Checkers—and his smile deepened. “This is perfect.” He looped one arm around my neck and kissed my forehead.
“Buddy and I will start playing as soon as he gets here,” Grandpa said cheerfully.
My jaw dropped. Rummikub had beenmineand Grandpa's tradition for years. I swung my mortified gaze to Kyon who didn't even try to hide his smirk.
Epilogue
KYON
Iwatched her sleep, her head nestled on my arm. Her long mahogany hair, free from its usual braid, spilled across the pillow and down her bare shoulders and back. I brushed my fingertips along her arm, sweeping the strands aside to reveal the delicate curve of her neck.
I couldn’t help myself—I pressed my mouth to her skin.
She moaned myname in her sleep.
I stiffened. Every part of me did, including the one now pulsing with need. The dragon stirred too, fully alert and just as fixated on our petite mate. I held my breath, listening for the rhythm of hers. Steady. Peaceful. I couldn’t…
Then her breathing hitched, just slightly.
My cock twitched in response.
Once a douchebag, always a douchebag.
I pressed my cock between her cheeks, sliding slowly until I nestled against that sweet spot. She mumbled something in her sleep and stirred. I gripped her hip, steadying her.
“Shh…I’ll make you feel good,” I whispered.
With my tip at her entrance, I flexed my hips and sank in, inch by inch, until I filled her completely. She gasped, melting into my arms, her fingers clutching the sheet. Sitting inside her like that felt like heaven. If we didn’t need food to survive, I’d bury myself in her every damn minute of every damn day.
My cock swelled, stretching her velvety heat. She blinked open those innocent eyes and glanced back at me over her perfect shoulder. I cupped her chin and captured her mouth with mine, kissing her deep and hard. My hips began to move—slow, gliding thrusts that coaxed soft, broken sounds from her throat. I didn’t release her mouth until I pulsed deep inside her with a groan that echoed through my chest. She arched against me with a gasp.
Still buried, still throbbing, I kissed along her neck and collarbone while she trembled, riding the last waves of pleasure. Her mating mark peeked through the curtain of her hair, andjust the sight made me hard again. Resisting the urge to bite it remained the hardest test of this new bond between us. I nosed the mark anyway and smiled when she shivered.
Then I pulled out before I did something reckless—we needed to have the conversation first. My release spilled from her, warm and slow between her thighs. I placed my hand there, thumb tracing gentle circles as she yawned and stretched like a satisfied cat.
“If you also bring breakfast to bed, this will officially be the best morning ever. Oh, wait, you did that yesterday,” she giggled. “How long has it been since we actually left your bed?”
“Good question…” I murmured, brushing a kiss against her swollen lips. Fae gods, I was already hard again and ready to bury myself inside her all over. But after days of covering my mate in cum and feeding her like a man possessed, my other head—the one on my shoulders—finally cleared enough to think straight.
I drew back slightly, gazing down at the woman who had given herself to me completely and unapologetically. No more barriers. No more secrets.
The dragon wanted to cage her in the penthouse and never let her out of our sights. I confronted the beast daily, reminding him Allie was a free woman. I, however, felt increasingly like her prisoner. Surprisingly, I didn’t mind it either. I was a prisoner of her heart.
“Would you be open to…having my children?” I asked, my gaze sweeping over her face, searching for the answer in her eyes.
She blinked. “I-I’ve never really thought about that. I assumed we couldn’t. I mean…you’re a powerful dragon, and I’m…” She shrugged.
A low growl rumbled in my chest. “Don’t ever put yourself down in front of me again. You took control of my dragon with nothing but a whisper of magic. There’s more in your blood than you know—than any of us know. Except maybe your father…and gods help me, if he ever shows up, I’ll tear him to—”
She pushed up on her elbows and kissed me, slow and sweet, silencing the storm rising in my chest.
“Yes…” she whispered against my lips. “If we can have children together, I want three little rascal boys just like you—and three little princesses to keep them in line.”
My eyes rounded. Six? She wanted to bear six of my offspring? I leaned in, more than ready to start working on the first little rascal right now, until she pressed a slender finger to my lips.
“But…before we have kids, I want to go to art school. And maybe travel a little? With you,” she said softly. “I’m only eighteen; I’d like to see the world first.”
