I shudder. “I have stripes?”
“You do. Very, very pretty stripes.”
I moan when he dips his head and kisses me hard.
“I need you naked. I need to be inside you now, Strega.”
I am okay with that. He yanks at my clothes, but then yelps and falls backwards off my lap.
“I have talons,” Lirin says in awe.
“Perfect for shredding clothes,” I say huskily.
He mutters something and then, painfully slowly, he uses his talons to cut and remove my clothes until I’m naked.
“These are handy,” he murmurs. “But how do I get them to go away?”
“Think about what you want.” I moan as he ducks his head down and takes my breast in his mouth.
“Lirin, you are being greedy,” Brio says and pulls me off the couch, away from Lirin, so I’m standing in the middle of the room.
I can’t see them, but I can feel them moving.
Reed slams up into my space, his hibiscus scent hitting me hard. He pulls one of my legs up and wraps it around his hip.
“Reed, I need you.”
“Not yet,” he whispers against my lips and kisses me with a drugging urgency. I cling to him, but then I’m passed into someone else’s arms.
I’m carried a short distance where I fall face first onto a mattress that someone has moved up out of the nest. Leaf snarls in my ear and runs his hand between my legs.
“You’re wet.”
“It happens a lot when I’m around you six,” I snarl.
“If it happens with anyone else, I’ll pull their arms off.”
He growls, and that dragon tongue slides down my back and between my legs. I scream and try to move away, but coils of dragon wrap around me and pin me to the mattress.
Leaf hums deep in his throat and flicks that tongue that is as big as my arm across my pussy. I shatter. He flattens his tongue and undulates it, teasing and dragging out the orgasm as long as he can.
When I flop to the mattress, weak and panting, he switches shape and slams his monster cock into me.
I glory in the pleasurable agony. I fought for them, and I won. They are mine forever, and now no one can tear us apart again, and I get to live with this forever.
His hands slide up and under me, gripping my breasts and squeezing them before he lets go. Our mating is vicious; neither of us hold back, and when he knots me, I see teal stars in my mind.
“You are mine,” he whispers over and over.
I pant and stroke his arms in silence.
“You saved me,” Leaf whispers, and I turn in his arms as he falls asleep. When I reach up to touch his face, he’s smiling, but his cheeks are wet with tears, too.
Lirin creeps up to me and grabs my hips, dragging me away from my sleeping dragon. He presses his lips to my ear.
“Don’t wake sleeping dragons, Omega.”
“It’s more fun if you do, Alpha.”
