His legs dangled over the edge of the table, jolting slightly every time Harri thrust into him, little slapping sounds of skin on skin the only ones he was making.
Bran had gone hunting for dinner, and I suspected that when he came back, he’d want another go as well. His blood was always up after a hunt, and frankly, he was the best among us at catching big game. He’d once come back with one of the enormous black and white creatures that swam in groups near the shore and hunted seals.
We’d eaten well that week.
When he returned that night with a huge bumpy fish that weighed more than any of us in two-legged form—maybe any two of us—I thought perhaps bringing the human back to camp had been worth it. None of us had been inspired to bring back such impressive game in a long time.
He was quite proud of himself, and more than a little disappointed when the human could barely be roused to look at his catch.
Gareth patted Bran on the back as they took the fish to prepare it for the fire. “Excellent work. I’m sure he’ll appreciate eating well, even if we’ve tired him out too much to think.”
“Mmm?” the human half-asked, as he roused, Harri still fucking him.
“Bran caught a fish,” Harri explained, not slowing his thrusts at all. “He wanted you to see it.”
The human gave a sleepy smile, bringing his arms up under his head. “I like fish.”
Incredible.
Harri . . . Harri smiled back. Then he leaned down and kissed the human on the cheek.
A stab of worry hit me in the gut then. What if Harri got attached to him? What if he thought to bring him into the clan by mating him? Could a human and a dragon even truly mate? It was unheard of. It was . . .
The only way any of us would ever mate, in all likelihood.
Our kind were gone from these lands. There were rumors of dragons still living in the mountains, but we were mostly in hiding for a reason. If the humans knew where to find dragons, they came and killed us.
I looked back at Harri, still fucking the human across our table. The human with a satisfied little smile on his face, even as he fell asleep while Harri fucked into him, entirely focused again on the place where their bodies merged. He let out a groan and stilled, clearly once more filling the human up, and I . . . I turned and stalked away.
I had to check on my sister’s egg.
I wasnotjealous.
4
BLAKE
Iroused to the scent of cooking meat—something dense and oily popping over the cooking fire. I’d fallen asleep on the table, and somehow my legs had ended up bent and tucked under the cloak wrapped around me. It wasn’t precisely comfortable, but right then, every muscle in my body felt like I’d taken to the training yard for the express purpose of letting all the squires beat me with war hammers, so I couldn’t imagine what position would be better.
I might’ve missed my bed, if it weren’t for the surety that if I ever slept in it again, I’d wake to someone cutting my throat.
The way my legs were folded meant my ass was perched right on the edge of the table, and from my sore, stretched rim and the come dripping from the inside of my asscheek to leave a sticky trail around the curve of it, I’d lost consciousness before Harri had finished.
Or maybe he’d gone again.
The three dragons were standing around the fire, talking seriously about—well, something or other.
I didn’t know a damn thing about cooking. Didn’t know a damn thing about food at all, except that I liked to eat it. Still,the scent of salted fish cooking over the fire had my stomach rumbling.
Even from beside the fire, Gareth heard it. He stared at me when I pushed up to watch them, then he poked at the fish.
“I think it’s done.”
The three of them set the enormous fish on a slab and carried it over to the table. My legs were like pudding as I slipped off of it so they could set it down between us.
They all sat, and Bran patted the top of his thigh in an invitation for me. I didn’t mind keeping my bare ass off the cold stone.
When I perched on his lap, he wrapped his arm around my hip and squeezed.
