The building pressure of emotion and sensation hit their peak. I came with a moan that culminated in a roar. My muscles clamped down on Crimson's cock. He hissed, burying his face in my neck as his orgasm hit. He flooded my depths with his seed. I felt its sticky wetness coating my insides, making me even more deliciously full.
As the euphoria faded, I noticed a dull pain in my neck. When I glanced down, I noticed Crimson looking sheepish—along with a new bruise next to the first.
"Sorry," he mumbled. "I bit you again..."
I snorted. "Couldn't help yourself, could you, lizard brain?"
He sighed and rested his cheek on my shoulder. "I deserve that."
I grinned, putting my arm around him. "It's fine. I don't mind the love bites. But next time, I'll bite you back."
Crimson snuggled into my neck. "I look forward to it.”
Fourteen
Crimson
I dreamedthat all six of my brothers flew above my bed in their dragon forms, incessantly and very rudely dropping boulders on me. The boulders got bigger and bigger, making a huge racket as they bounced off my head like ping pong balls.
Then, as I grumpily awakened, I realized it wasn't boulders making all that noise.
Someone was banging on the door.
AndthenI remembered, I was definitely not supposed to be naked in Taylor's bed.
Early dawn light filtered through the windows. Cursing, I roused Taylor, who was still fast asleep. I didn't think he was the type to sleep through such a racket. The sex we had last night really must've knocked him out.
"I hate construction in the morning," Taylor grumbled, still half asleep.
"It's not construction," I whispered loudly. "You've got an angry neighbor."
"Wha...?"
Taylor blearily opened his eyes and sat up. His eyes flashed with warmth when he saw me, but the banging on the door quickly drew his attention.
"Who the hell is that?" Taylor asked, reaching over the side of the bed for his discarded shirt.
A furious, shrill voice called out, "You'd better open this damned door, tiger!"
"Ah," I said simply.
Taylor made a face like he'd rather get a root canal than deal with Alaric right now. Huffing irritably, he put on his underwear and stood up. He didn't bother getting fully dressed, which said a lot about his patience with the house cat.
"Should I talk to him?" I offered.
Taylor raised a brow. "That's the worst thing you could do." He sighed. "I can handle him. You'd better go."
Pain stung me, but it wasn't as bad as last time. Now I knew Taylor's true feelings, and he knew mine. Affection swirled in my chest.
"All right," I relented. "Don't let him rip your pelt off."
Taylor snorted. "No promises. He sounds pretty pissed." He tilted his head, giving me a meaningful look. "Now get out of here, lizard brain."
I was already halfway out the balcony door. "Hey, that one was completely unwarranted."
With one last glance back at my mate, I launched myself off the railing and shifted into my dragon form.
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