I slid the sausage over the skewers, drew out my internal flame, and roasted away. Who needs a barbeque when the Goddess gifted you with fire?
“Smells good in there,” Ronan called out from the living room.
Perfectly cooked snacks in one hand, bottles of water in the other. Time to rejoin my mate, eat, and then have a warm dessert.
“Yum, thank you,” Ronan’s stomach rumbled as I handed him a skewer. “How did you?”
I winked. “It’s a gift.”
“I can’t wait to see what gifts the Goddess grants our girls with.”
“Same.” These subtle changes in Ronan, the way he was finally accepting everything that upended his life, secretly thrilled me. I’d play coy, keep the cheers inside so as to not spook him and send him back down that negative spiral, which at times was hard to do.
When I glanced up at Ronan, I noticed he’d not only scarfed down both of his sausages but was eyeing mine. “Not a dragon, huh?” I teased and handed him one of mine, “Eat up baby.”
“Babies and thank you.”
This pregnancy was really pushing his dragon forward. How he was missing all of this was beyond me. Scales were clearly visible along his exposed skin. “Um, Ronan, look at your arms?”
The skewer hit the floor as he screamed. “What’s wrong with me?”
“You’re. A. Dragon. And a gorgeous opalescent one at that. What a rare color. Goddess, I can’t wait to see you in full form, the sun’s rays bouncing off your sheer scales.” Without a doubt, I’d have the most amazingly gorgeous dragon for a mate. My dragon preened and strutted around.
Mine.
Ours.
“Who’s voice was that?” Ronan’s head whipped around. “Where did it come from?”
“That’s my dragon, he’s very pleased with yours.”
“What? No, this is just, it’s just,” he rubbed his arms. “A rash?”
“Not a rash. Being pregnant is drawing your dragon out. Haven’t you heard a voice inside your head before? A guiding one, warning you of things?” He blinked. “It’s not your mind, it’s your dragon.”
“Huh. I um, I need to brush my teeth.” When he couldn’t get up on his own, I helped him up. “Thanks.”
Whether or not he’d return was the question that hung in the air. Most likely he’s stripping down and checking every inch he can see for scales. And when the scream came, I bolted upstairs and walked right into what I expected in front of his bathroom mirror.
“Ronan, are you okay?” There he was, in his opalescent birthday suit.
“Did you do this to me?”
“Sweetheart, that’s literally impossible. I cannot turn anyone into a dragon. You must be born with dragon blood in you.” I slidmy arms around his waist and cupped his growing belly. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Ronan.”
“You really think so?” his gaze was glued to the mirror. My dear vain mate, obsessed with looking his best at all times.
“I do. Now, about that movie and a cock warming? I mean, you’re already naked. Just saying….”
“Hmm,” he did his best to twist around in my arms, but his belly got in the way. “That wasn’t sexy.”
I loosened my arms so he could turn. “Ronan, you could run around the house in a burlap sack with food in your teeth and I’d still be turned on.”
“Please, for the love of all things holy, donot,under any circumstance, allow me to wear a burlap sack, nor have food in my teeth,” he huffed. “Now, give me a few moments to freshen up and I’ll meet you downstairs. I know exactly which movie to pick.”
I couldn’t care less which movie he picked. I’d stare at a blank screen as long as he sat on my cock. I raced downstairs, tidied up the living room and stripped down. There may or may not have been the sound of clothing being ripped, butc'est la vie.
Couch pillows were fluffed up, TV was on and Ronan’s mate, the epitome of Adonis, lay in waiting. Flipping through the channels about twenty minutes later, a freshly showered Ronan’s naked ass flittered through the room, took the remote from me, and selected the movie he wanted. Even pregnant Ronan’s movements were full of confidence. My eyes were glued to that sexy ass I wasintimatelyfamiliar with.
