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Her lips thin and I can see that she doesn’t like that, but she expels a deep breath and gives me a weak smile.

“Okay, you got me there. I guess there were just some things I had to work out so that I could make it to you on my own. I’m glad you waited for me. I know not everyone would have done that.”

“I would wait forever for you,” I assure her, my hand caressing her cheek.

She leans into my touch, her eyes hooding with pleasure as I run my thumb lightly over her delicate skin. For what must be the thousandth time, I marvel at how soft my mate is. I don’t think she realizes just how much I love touching her—even just simple, small touches such as this one. I can see that she likes it too. Her eyes warm with pleasure, and her breath hitches ever so slightly. It makes me feel like more than a younger dragon of a sizable clan—it makes me feel like a king. I drink in her sweet scent, burying my nose against her neck, though I’m aware by the way she moves her head that her gaze is moving about the candlelit room.

“I suppose that’s good news since we’re in for a longer wait at the moment,” she grumbles. “There will be so much to do.”

I blink in surprise. “Do?”

She cranes her back to give me a puzzled look. “Well, I’m assuming there’s quite a bit to mating. The coven had that lovely ceremony for Fran and Reynard if you recall and—”

Laughter booms out of me, startling my mate, but I clasp her close to my chest, my heart filled with love and amusement.

“Ceremonies are not common for dragons,” I tease, brushing my nose against her hair, coating my face in her scent from the subtle oils there. “It is just our bodies coming together and the magic of the dragon fire. I could take you now and join with you and still be happy to have your ceremony with you later,” I confess.

She goes still in my arms. “Really?”

Is there a breathy intrigue in her voice? Curious, I tip my head and peer down at her. “Of course, Katherine. It would give me great pleasure to have the memory of mating in this place where we finally truly came together.”

Her cheeks pinken delightfully, and my own breath catches when I see the love pooling in her eyes. “I would love that.” She leans up and brushes her lips against mine, sending fire sweeping through me. “Mate me, Adeon. Do it tonight. Be mine, forever.”

My eyes close as happiness fills my heart, stoking my fire higher than I have ever felt it coursing through my blood, burning brighter than ever.

“Forever,” I growl as I capture her mouth with mine, my tongue curling as I share the first spark with her and prepare to seal us together for the rest of a dragon’s age.

Chapter 20

KATHERINE

There is something different to Adeon’s kiss. As exhilarated as I already am, my body heating with anticipation, he tastes of hot, sweet candies and cinnamon as something seems to ignite and flow between our lips. It’s incredible, and I moan as my arm circles his neck to grip one of his lower horns from the back to hold him to me as I return his kiss with every bit of fervor.

Our mouths come together voraciously, unable to get enough of each other fast enough as we pull at each other’s clothes. Although things aren’t completely resolved for the hotel, there is comfort knowing that they soon will be, and I relax under his touch. He always has a way of easing my worries, and I find that I enjoy this way the best. But more than that, this feels like coming home. It’s as if I’ve waited all my life for this moment—and for him. What I did not expect, however, is that his mouth slicking over mine, his fiery tongue exploring my mouth and stroking sinuously, would stir something new within me.

My magic, always liquid and mutable, shifting as I need, is now gathering, spooling together as it spins tighter and faster within me at every touch of fire between our lips. I can feel the fire slide from my mouth and down my throat, feeding into my magic and making me shiver with desire in ways I’ve never felt before as Adeon helps me remove the last of my clothes. His come off much quicker, impatiently ripped from his body by his own hand, but I’m not complaining. I have all of his beautiful, bronzed skin and red scales open for my exploration.

I slide my hands over his chest and belly. The muscles are pronounced, but there’s a hint of fat there too, to provide a little softness. I like that as much as I like how sculpted he is. He is pettable, especially since the texture of his scales is wonderful. Rather than being flat and flexible, they rise like pebbly armor on his skin and briefly remind me of petting an alligator in my youth. Scutes. That’s what they remind me of. They rub against my hands as I touch them, and my eyes follow their path down from his chest as they suddenly taper into a narrow strip that runs down his belly. The scales gradually get smaller and closer together as they descend toward his groin.

I moan against his lips, recalling how the cluster of scales flares back out again beneath his lower belly to cover his groin area just above his cock and trail down his inner thighs. They are still small there, and I’m suddenly imagining what they will feel like rubbing against my clit when Adeon’s cocks are deep inside me. The cocks by themselves are enough to make my breath hitch, and the idea of having both to satisfy me is thrilling enough, so this just adds to it so that I’m panting eagerly and writhing beneath Adeon’s hands.

He tortures me with every stroke over my breasts and the way he languidly teases my nipples as if there’s nothing that he would like to do more all day. I’ve always been very sensitive there, but even more so after Fran was born and so every touch sends sparks of sensation rolling through me as my thighs slick with my desire. I whimper with frustration, and he chuckles in response, his purring rumbling louder in my ears.

He likes me this way. He likes me to be so needy that I’m practically trying to climb him, my entire body quivering and my arousal coating my skin. I can’t say I blame him. I love it when he’s out of control and when the fire climbs so high within his eyes that it drowns out the green so that all I see is the amber flames of his dragon fire. He growls softly and his mouth releases mine, a hint of flame rising from his lips at the broken contact. His eyes are pure gold in this moment, and I shiver in reaction, desire pumping through me. I’ve never seen the dragon fire stoked so high within him before. I crave the possession stamped across his face as his rough hands slide over my belly and back. It all makes this moment more real and tangible—I’m mating a dragon.

His eyes hood and he lowers his head, a hiss of pleasure on his lips as they brush a spot just below my ear. I gasp as his hot tongue slicks against my neck and traces a path south. He pauses every so often to gently nip or kiss as he deeply inhales, dragging my scent into his lungs. I tremble with lust and jump when he drags his claws lightly along my flanks and back to my ass to cup the generous globes. He spreads them and kneads the flesh, rubbing my moans against his rigid cocks that jut up between us.

I reach between us and grip one with my hand as I hold myself stead with my other hand anchored on his hip. His cock is as hot as I remember, the texture incredibly silky despite the fact that the skin is stretched over a knobby length. Generous in length, the cock in my hand is girthy, the bulges reminding me of a tube of tennis balls but smaller. The four veiny bulges decrease in size the closer they get to the ribbed head. It’s just as silky, but the texture is firm against my fingers as I stroke him from root to tip a few times before abandoning it for the other to give it some attention too.

His snarl of excitement shoots through me, and I gasp when he suddenly angles my body and the tail that’s been stroking my legs twines up into my sex. The narrow tip curls like a battering ram inside of me the moment it slips in, and then it presses deep, pushing his gradually thickening length deep into me. I choke on my breath at that sudden invasion, and then on the next breath I’m crying out with shocked pleasure as he pressed my body tightly against him, trapping his cock between my hand and his belly to grind and rock me against his cocks as he works me on his tail. I flatten my hand a little so that I can slide it behind his other cock as well and the snarl he gives me again slams through me, lighting me up. My pussy convulses and then I’m coming, my screech of climax rending the air as I clamp down hard on his tail and pulsate over it as it wriggles, curls, and pumps into me.

I cry out in frustration as the climax recedes and I’m left with a hollow feeling. The vortex of my magic is unfurling through my chest and even with his tail filling my clenching sex, I feel unfulfilled and needier than ever. His cocks strain between us, every bulge and ridge swollen, the skin tight around the length. There’s none of his seed on my hand or coating either of us, which tells me hasn’t come yet and we’re hardly finished, but as the emptiness yawns wider within me I wiggle impatiently against him, needing more. The windowpane rattles hard with the howling wind as if moaning with sympathy and echoing the urgency that licks through me.

“Adeon,” I whine, and he croons soothingly against the skin just under my ear.

“I know, my love,” he rasps. “You’re ready for my fire. Your body is telling you this, demanding it.” He lifts his head, brushing his nose against my cheek. “As is mine. I must give you my fire now, while it’s safe and in my control, before we go any further.”

I shiver anew at those words, and part of me wants to tempt him to go out of control, but then I recall the way the fire spewed from him during his climax, sending dragon fire unfurling over the ceiling. It’s a bit scorched, but it’s only on the surface level and thankfully didn’t leave any residual smell—though I suspect we will still have to pay for damages to our room. Regardless, it makes me reconsider and nod shakily as I reach up and tug on one horn.

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