Larellin tries to scoot down under the covers, but that only causes my cock to wake back up, hardening inside her again.
She yelps.
“We know you’re there,” Rivon intones.
“Yeah,” Fyan adds. “The entire keep and possibly everyone in Oblivion knows what you two were doing. A dragon roar from climax is pretty notable, especially when it happens right around the same time as a curse is broken.”
She stops wriggling and gawks at me. “The curse?”
“You broke it, my treasure.” I press my forehead to hers. “Your love.”
“Can you hear me too?” she whispers.
“Yes.” I pull the blanket over both our heads.
“Van, we need to fly. The DragonLands?—”
“Can wait,” I bark to the side, then turn back to Larellin. “Go on. I know you want to try it.”
“Okay, well we’ll just?—”
“Out!”
They leave, but I hear their excited voices carrying. Joy, the sort we’ve never even dared to feel, roils through my veins.
“Okay, so what am I thinking?” She stares up at me, a look of concentration on her heart-shaped face.
I glower. “That you still want to meet a unicorn.”
“Oh my gods! We really can talk like this.” She smiles, her top teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Whenever you like.”
“The curse is broken. Somehow, Iknowit is. I canfeelit.”
I nod. “It is.”
“What does that mean? I guess, I mean, what do we do now?”
I press my hips against hers, my cock desperate to feel her come again. “It means we can do anything we want, my treasure.”
“Anything?”she asks, a gleam in her eye.
“Name it.” There is nothing I wouldn’t give her. Every last piece of my gold, every single scrap of gemstones and plunder. I will raid this world until I have all its treasure at her feet, and I will rain down ruin on anyone who dares to challenge her for a single, solitary coin of it.
She is my treasure now, and nothing else will ever compare.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
LARELLIN
“Are you sure you’re all right? You can ride on my back. I?—”
“Nope. This is perfect.” I snuggle into the downy blanket I stretched along Vander’s talons. Here, cocooned in the warmth of his giant claw with my blanket, I’m far happier than I would be out in the wind and the cold on his back. Not to mention the definite danger of me falling to my death.
He snorts with disapproval. “I wouldneverallow my mate to fall.”
“I know. I know. It’s just that I’m not exactly dragon wrangler material.”
