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Story: The ShadowHunter

The strange king threw whatever he could at Geryon to make him happy, despite always giving Valerie a suspicious side eye.

Of course, Valerie was happy to live wherever made her new ‘mate’ content.

She also wore what she knew would excite him the most, sometimes hating being dressed in elaborate clothing just for his enjoyment of trying to playfully get her out of it. His excitement as he grew more frustrated with each link or button in his way only caused his mouth to be hungrier on her lips, her neck, her earlobe.

There was little else Valerie wanted to do but be Wyetta’s council and Geryon’s female. Since she was able to use her magic freely, King Bradwick was finding her to be a useful tool in his arsenal, and she did whatever he demanded of her just to keep the peace between him and Geryon.

Her eyes fell upon the green walls, embossed with gold leaf, then the white ceiling. The furniture in this room was lush, far too expensive for her taste, but the carpet felt like the most wonderful bed of moss upon her bare feet.

Geryon liked it, and that’s all she cared about.

The fire-lit lanterns outside the bay window almost made it appear as though the stars were floating along the earth. Many were moving as more people found where they were going to rest for the night, the front gates permanently closed.

“You are not watching me,mate,”Geryon bit, despite his last word being filled with heat. She even thought she saw him visibly shudder.

“I am watching, I promise,” she said as she brought her gaze back to him.

When their eyes met, proving that her sight had wandered, she brought her chalice back to her lips and stroked her fingertips between the valley of her naked breasts for him. She wondered if her humour could be seen in her crinkling eyes.

His attention was diverted to her hand, while his own finally moved off his elaborate coat. He then worked on his pants, having a much easier time with those.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked as she braved glancing around the room that could easily be set on fire.

Once fully unclothed, Geryon climbed inside the empty clawfoot bathtub.

“You promised that once I claimed you as my mate, I could claim you as a Dragon as well. I do not wish to wait any longer.”

Valerie’s heart stuttered at the idea, reconsidering her promise. She wasn’t usually the kind of person to back out of a deal, but she was nervous about what it would be like. She knew he could match her size, so it wouldn’t be too painful if they were careful, but the idea of having a Dragon rutting her was profound!

She’d never thought, not once in her life, that she would be opening her thighs for a Dragon while they were in their beast form. Someone with claws, and fangs, and hard scales.

However, she also couldn’t deny how it caused her inner walls to tighten and grow wet.

She trusted Geryon, which is the only reason she didn’t bow out.

“Are you sure you will be the right size?” she asked, looking around once again. “If you break our bathtub, they may ask questions.”

“Yes, I am sure,” he said as he rolled his eyes at her. “The last time I shifted, I made sure I would be a suitable size for our room.”

Valerie’s lips pursed. The devious male had been planning for this day.

With one hand on the rim of the porcelain bathtub, the only place that could withstand flames and not be set on fire, he blew a ring of fire above his head. Then, he lowered his face, and he eyed her through his brows with a grin forming across his handsome features.

“Shift,” he whispered, not taking his sight off her as the flames came back to encase him.

She saw nothing through the swirling fire until he poked his blue snout through, the rest of his spiky head following. As soon as his paw keeping him steady on the edge of the tub was revealed, he dived forward.

The inside of the porcelain tub was completely charcoaled, and she hoped she could wipe it off later.

Geryon scuttled to her on all fours. His size grew slightly, as though he’d originally made himself smaller on purpose, just in case.

By the time he was climbing the side of the bed, she knew he had made himself the perfect size for her.

Her trepidation grew tenfold, but she didn’t scurry away.

With a shaky hand, she reached behind her to place her chalice on the nightstand. Just as she was bringing her arm back, Geryon’s clawed hand wrapped around her forearm to halt her.

“It is not often I see you nervous.”

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