The God of Love and Desire nodded. “My pleasure. And I’m glad to see everything worked out.” He glanced down meaningfully at their linked hands and then back up at Hektor, the expression on his face sending a clear message.
I told you so.
And for once, Hektor did not resent the god of love and desire’s smugness.
“Sorry to have to drop you off and run, but I do have my duties to attend to.” With that, the god simply disappeared.
“Back to reality,” Zara said with a long sigh. “It was nice to get away though, right?”
“Definitely,” he said.
The last two days had been like a dream. They had spent every moment together in Santa Fe, with Zara acting like his tour guide as they went around town. He loved listening to all her stories about growing up on the Upperworld, all the things she did, the places she used to frequent. The joy she brought into his life was nothing like he’d imagined.
After everything that had happened, he finally had a mate. It was an unconventional path for sure, but he wouldn’t have done it any other way.
But it wasn’t over yet.
Zara was his mate, yes, and now the work begins.
A Drakkon’s vow to put his mate above all else was a serious pledge. He would do whatever she asked of him, as long as it would bring her happiness.
“Liora said to just pick up our keys from the reception then come down to the cafe for a quick meeting.”
He followed her to retrieve their keycards, then made their way to their suite upstairs, which Zara quickly unlocked and then gestured for him to go in first.
“Good thinking, I should check the room for any danger.” His mate’s well-being and safety was of utmost importance, he reminded himself. “Stay—ooopmh!”
Someone tackled him from behind, then spun him around so he landed on his back. At first he thought he’d been attacked.
Turns out, he was—by his mate.
“Zara?”
She straddled his hips. “Alone. Finally.” She ground down on his lap. “No more parents. You don’t have any excuse now.”
Yes, they had spent every minute together in Santa Fe, and he even slept in her bedroom. But, that’s all they did—sleep. Though she was more than willing, Hektor just couldn’t bring himself to make love to Zara under her parents’ roof. It felt highly disrespectful.
“Don’t we have a meeting soon?”
“We have an hour.” She ran her hands over his chest. “I’ve been as dry as the Solkarian desert. I need you, Hektor.” The way she saidneedsent a bolt of desire to his cock. “And I want your second dick to come out again.”
“That was the one and only time it did,” he confessed.
“Does that mean we’re fated mates? Like with shifters.”
“I hate to disappoint you, but Drakkons do not have fated mates.”
“I’m not disappointed. You could never disappoint me, Hektor.”
Her words warmed his heart and Hektor knew now more than ever that Zara was the right choice. “I love you, Zara.”
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and whipped it over her head, then bent down over him, capturing his mouth with hers, setting the tone and tempo of their kiss. And of course, impatient little minx she was, she was going at breakneck speed, her kisses urgent as she ripped at his clothes.
He let her ravage him with her mouth, all the while continuing to grind her hips down on him. The sweet friction was too much, and his cock was rock hard in seconds. Impatient hands ripped at the button of his pants, pulling the seam open. Lifting his hips, he helped her ease them and his underwear down so his erection sprung free.
She licked at her lips as she grasped him with both hands, gripping his cock and stroking it in a slow, deliberate manner that had him moaning and thrusting his hips up.
“Zara!” They had an hour but he didn’t want to come too fast. Not yet. And not before she had her pleasure.
