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You’ll put it however you need to put it to keep our mate happy. If I know nothing else, I know that.
You need to tell Ionus what you saw and allow Raven to examine the statue you brought back. I do not think it is dangerous, but I do believe that it may hold a key piece in your search, one you and Emerson may need to work on together.
I’ll allow Raven to look, but I do not feel that Ionus needs to be apprised of what took place until I’ve gotten to the bottom of what happened.
Is that pride or stubbornness talking, human?
A little of both,I replied. And you don’t get to give me shit for it, since much of those emotions come from you.
I may feed it at times and even fuel it at others but never delude yourself into thinking that I’m the only one of us who feels such powerful emotions. You’ve tried, for the longest time, to bury yours beneath the earth and allow me to feel for us both when you’ve needed to show emotions, but I will not accept the blame for your shortcomings. Not when I am counseling you to do the right thing, before our mate is forced to prove his theory in order to bring us back to him. I will not be a happy dragon if you get us killed.
Noted. Now will you get off my back before our mate senses that we’re having a conversation without him.
Too late.
The new voice was all Emerson, poking at the connection through his dragon and the worry and unrest it had sensed between me and mine.
I guess there was no me and mine anymore, just ours, something I’d need to be mindful of when guarding my thoughts. There were far too many ears listening now for the kind of brooding I tended to do, especially when I was down on myself.
Then perhaps it’s time to ease up and stop stabbing yourself with whatever you think you’ve done wrong so we can both get some sleep.
That was from Emerson again, his tone a little grumpy, which meant my thoughts had been too loud for him to ignore, despite the energy we’d expended. Time to put my thoughts to bed and focus on the man in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered aloud, deciding that it might be best to get out of my head all together.
“Apologize in the morning, over breakfast, or before, when you wake me with your tongue. I’ve been dying to feel it all over me and my heat is definitely not over yet.”
“Oh really.”
“Really.”
“Does that mean you’re going to crawl on top of me and ride me if you wake up first?” I asked, pleased at the thought, my cock twitching as the image of waking to Emerson’s eyes glittering as he stared down at me, writhing in the thralls of passion, bloomed and took root in my mind.
“No,” Emerson said, the image popping like a balloon piked with a pin. “That means I’m going to think of the most creative way to wake you, so I get what I want.”
Oh, I’d clearly awakened a beast in Emerson, and I couldn’t wait to see it thrive. Cuddling my mate, I watched as Emerson’s features slowly went lax, before he drifted into slumber, while I stayed awake to watch him sleep, content to know that I had him with me now, no matter what the future might bring.
Chapter Six
Emerson
My soul was at ease.
Had I been battling it all these years?
Was that possible?
My mind said yes but my body still debated. Was this normal for a heat, or was this all the years of suppressing it catching up with me?
The sounds of waves crashing against rock formations replaced the internal fray, sending a calm, soothing rush through me.
Mated.
The sounds that soothed my mate were now mine as well.
Quiet.
For the first time my mind was just that—quiet. My dragon slumbered, as did the one lying beside me, allowing me to take my time exploring the features of the handsome man I nowcalled mine. Caro’s chiseled jaw, normally firmly set yet relaxed while he slept. His emerald scales shimmering just beneath the surface, invisible to the human eye, yet clear as day to mine.
