It was surreal.
I came again, and again, and again, until he lost control inside me once more.
When we settled down beside each other on the couch the same way we had before, with him spooning me, Grayson's arms locked around my middle.
He murmured against my ear, "I'm not going to let you go. You're mine, Mer."
"You're mine too," I whispered back.
It was the truest thing I'd ever said.
eight
MERRILY
I didn't stiruntil an alarm started blaring a few hours later.
Dare's alarm.
For his 4 AM shift at one of Kat's coffee shops.
"Fuck this," he mumbled. "I don't want a coffee shop nerd anymore."
"You do," I whispered back, stretching a tiny bit—and freezing when a pair of large arms tightened around me. Grayson's cock throbbed inside me, and my eyes flew open, making sure the blanket was still covering us completely.
It was.
And my shirt was still on, so it looked like we were just snuggling. That was good.
"I don't," Darius grumbled.
"You do," I said, forcing myself to act normal.
"I don't."
"You do."
"Do you always fight like this at four in the fucking morning?" Grayson asked into my hair.
"Only when your woman tries to make me work," Darius said, entirely unfazed by the demon who had snuck into his house in the middle of the night.
"You're the one who agreed to the job. I'm just trying to make you follow through,"I reminded him.
"What's the job?"Grayson checked.
"Barista."
“I’d kill for a barista job," Grayson muttered. "Fighting has gotten really fucking old."
"Mer will end the fighting when she announces you as hers," Dare said, finally rolling off the couch and standing up. He stretched his arms and legs out. "She's not going to let you mate with a dragon shifter. You should send me their info, though."
"I thought you wanted Rae's," I grumbled.
"Rae doesn't do relationships of any kind, but I can send you Isa's," Grayson said.
"I also don't do relationships," Darius said. "Only bargains and casual sex with people I don't know."
Grayson made a noncommittal sound as Dare disappeared into his bedroom.
