“I love you too, Embry.”
I held him tight, my dragon finally coming down from the rage and fear. Our mate was safe.
“What about this wolf?” Roarke’s voice called.
I turned to see a tall, lanky man. He had shaggy, brownish-blond hair and blue eyes. Scratches and bite marks covered his body, and fear gleamed in his eyes, but his gaze stayed on Addison.
“That’s Chad. He protected me against Tom and Rick,” Embry said.
“Thank you for helping my mate,” I said earnestly, nodding my head at Chad, whose fear-filled gaze continued looking at Addison.
Surprisingly, Addison was also staring at Chad. Hmm…
I didn’t have time to continue my train of thought. Embry squeezed me tighter. I would be totally and completely lost without my mate. I never wanted to feel that way again, and I swore I never would.
Fate’s Reward
Embry
“Unca Embee,” Krispin and Ben’s son, Callum, called to me. He had cute blond curls and chubby cheeks. He was only a few months old but was already speaking. Dragons developed fast. At least that’s what Angus had said. I worried that our little one would walk and talk in no time, and he wasn’t even here yet.
It had been two weeks since the attack at the lake, and I was getting a tiny baby bump. We were moving today. Angus and his brothers were arranging our cabin. Krispin had decided that Angus, Addison, and Aaran should have three of the surrounding homes, fully protecting the mountain. Hopefully, they could guard against any attack from that witch.
Aaran was still messed up from being captured, and Addison had been a little off lately as well. I didn’t know what was wrongwith him. Krispin was going to call for another dragon who might help; we’d have to wait and see.
A slobbery hand smacked my face, pulling me out of my thoughts. I smiled down at Callum. I loved playing with the pups—or hatchlings, as Angus often corrected. I tickled Callum’s stomach, and he let loose a tiny squeal.
Ronan and Reade wiggled in their bassinet, taking a nap. They looked so much like Roarke and Devin. I wondered if my little one would look like us. Angus and I couldn’t come up with a name. He wanted Maximus from the movieGladiator. I couldn’t see myself calling my son Max. I was a wolf; it seemed cliché. I shuddered to think of the nickname’s kids would come up with. So, we were at a stalemate.
And I didn’t want to get started on girl’s names. We didn’t have a clue. I prayed we didn’t have a girl. I knew nothing about them.
“Hey, Angel,” Angus said from the doorway.
I looked up at him. “Are you all done?” I asked.
“Yep, we’re all moved in. What do you say we go christen our new home?” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“Hey, don’t talk like that in front of the hatchlings—or me, for that matter. I don’t need to know about your sex life, ick. I need bleach for my brain,” Roarke said, walking in behind Angus with Aaran.
“I agree,” Aaran said, shuddering.
I laughed. I loved Angus’s brothers. They were huge, good men. I rose from the floor. Picking up Callum, I carried him to Roarke and handed him over.
“Here, watch the kids, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t mention it again,” I said, wanting to do exactly what Angus suggested.
Roarke didn’t look like he believed me, but he took Callum. “Go, get out of here.”
I went over to Angus, who abruptly picked me up in his arms bridal style and took off. I laughed as he ran out the door toward our cabin. As soon as we made it to the threshold of our place, he turned the knob of the door and kicked it open.
I looked around. Rose petals littered the room, and soft music played. I looked up at Angus.
“I love you, Angel. I wanted to make your homecoming special,” he said as he laid me down on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace.
He began removing my clothes, lifting my shirt at the hem. He kissed my neck and trailed down my chest. My pants were the next to go. In one swoop, he removed them from my body. My hard cock slapped against my stomach and leaked pre-cum on my belly. My dick twitched at the thought of his mouth, touching it. Angus had such a talented mouth and tongue.
He flicked his tongue on my slit, tasting my pre-cum. I moaned with pleasure. I wanted more. “Please, Angus. Don’t tease.”
He chuckled. “Not teasing, Angel,” he said as he lowered his mouth onto my cock, taking me down his throat. Sweet, moist warmth surrounded my shaft. I bucked, and he held my hips down, preventing their movement. His tongue swirled up and down along the vein of my cock. I was in heaven.
