“After it!” Bas shouted, and they bolted. The Brollachan was slamming into walls like it couldn’t figure out why it couldn’t pass through them. “How do you like our wards, you bastard?”
It screeched and went out through a side door and into the garden. It was night out, but Bas whispered a command to the house, and magic lit the yards up like it was daytime.
The Brollachan hollered again, thrashing free from its hiding place beside the fountain. It made a running leap for the fence, but it hit the wards’ invisible barrier, and it was flung backward.
“Burn the fucker, Bas!” Bridget said from behind him.
Bas shifted into his dragon as easily as he had in the astral plane. There was a flash of pain and light, and he was a creature of scales, claws, and fangs. The Brollachan tried to run again, but Bas was faster. He let out a stream of fire so hot it was as blue as he was.
The Brollachan screamed and thrashed until the shadows burned away. There were wet scales and fangs underneath it, butBas didn’t stop.Couldn’t.It had almost killed his mate, and he wouldn’t leave any chance that the fucker could survive.
Bas sent another stream of fire at it until it was a charred husk. With an angry roar, he smashed it with his front feet, sending the ashes up in a cloud.
Bridget was clapping behind him. “Well done, baby!”
Bas preened and stamped before he pulled his human side back to the surface and found himself sprawled on the grass. Bridget sat down with a tired groan.
“Tell me, Bas, is being a part of your family always like this?” she asked, slinging an arm around his waist.
Bas kissed the top of her head. “Pretty much. Why?”
Bridget straddled him. “I just wanted to know—where do I sign up?”
EPILOGUE
It had been two weeks since the fight with the Brollachan, and Bridget had moved into the mansion. Marge had protested loudly until Cosimo had arrived for tea, and Bridget had promised to still do a few shifts a week.
Bridget was spending her current afternoon melting with pleasure. They had been studying in the library when she had been thrown over Bas’s shoulder and carried back upstairs.
Bridget shifted against the sheets, her body starting to burn with desire. The need to fuck Bas was brought on in urgent and unpredictable moments. She didn’t know if it was a dragon mating thing or just Bas, and she really didn’t care. She loved every second with him.
Stay with me, Bridget,Bas growled, bringing her back to the moment.
Bas had stripped her out of her clothes and had her bent over the bed. His tongue flicked another hot path from her ass to her clit, and Bridget couldn’t hold back her orgasm any longer. She bit the bedsheets and let out a rattling cry as her orgasm slammed every one of her nerve endings.
That’s right, my little hawk, come for me. You look so fucking good with your perky ass in the air and your pussy dripping for me,Bas whispered through her mind, low and husky.
Bridget was never going to get over the fact that such a nice boy had such a dirty mouth as soon as the bedroom door shut. It turned her the fuck on every time.
“Bas, get inside of me,” she demanded. Bridget didn’t know how to talk dirty, but he still seemed to like it when she got bossy in bed.
Bas squeezed her ass. “I don’t know, I kind of feel like doing that again first.”
Bridget knew one trick that worked every time. She crawled further up the bed so she was on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to claim your mate? She’s empty and aching…”
Bridget yelped as Bas pounced, flipping her onto her back and sitting on her with his knees on either side of her head. He grabbed the headboard with one hand and ran the head of his dick over her lips with the other.
“I think I need to teach my mate about what happens when she’s a dirty tease,” Bas growled, his eyes glowing.
Bridget opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She loved it when he lost control and took exactly what he wanted from her.
Bas plunged his dick in with shallow thrusts, letting her get used to him. She would never be able to fit all of him in her mouth, but her mouth was never his final destination.
“Fuck, Bridget. You always feel so good. I’ll never get over the feeling of your hot little mouth taking my cock,” he groaned, his other hand going to the headboard.
Bridget relaxed her jaw a little more and squeezed his ass, taking him further down her throat. Her eyes were watering,and she could only breathe through her nose, but it was worth it to watch Bas’s gorgeous body rock and move above her. She was addicted to the way his expression grew more and more agonized as he fought not to come. He was so gorgeous, and he was all hers.
Bas swore and pulled back from her. “I can’t keep going without coming, and I need to be in you.”
