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Her fingers tangled in his hair, her moans ripped through the air. The only reason she remained standing was because of his hold on her. She was finally melting. Releasing some of that control she had over him.

It was becoming easier to distinguish his own pleasure from hers. He used it as a guide on how much pressure to use and when to ratchet up his speed all while his tongue became coated in the addicting notes of tang and heat that was all Rowan Dahl.

Focusing on the rigid bundle of nerves that had breathless vibrations of pleasure crashing out of her, he licked, sucked and nibbled until he could feel she was nearing the edge.

He pulled out the trick he’d been reserving for her peak as her heart rate reached a fevered rate. Ice coated his tongue, and she roared her release, hand pulling hard on his hair, legs tremblingas she tried to figure out what he’d done. Her release coated his tongue, so abundant that the slickness slid down his chin.

He laid a soft kiss on the engorged bud and she pulled her hips back with a hiss, still sensitive.

Her chest was heaving. “Who taught you that?” she demanded.

He smirked, “Jealous?”

She let out a laugh of disbelief. “How could I be jealous when I’m reaping the reward of their hard work?”

Her lack of jealousy was surprisingly refreshing. He’d thought he liked the territorialism that came with his dragon lovers, but perhaps that had been because they hadn’t found other ways to express that they cared for him.

Rowan had just thrown her treasured independence away for his freedom. She hadn’t made a single demand in exchange, just showed up to drag him out of his self imposed cage, brought him back to the bars of his people’s expectations and told him she’d be willing to wait right beside him until he could free himself.

His dragon had never been so right about anything else in his life. Rowan Dahl was the perfect beast to calm his own.

He laid a hand on the small of her back and pulled her forward, sealing her mouth in a kiss full of heat and the promise of so much more to come.

Chapter 29

“Of all the irresponsible directions you could have taken your life, you became the Dragon King’s property?” Lilith was as enthralling as the mother of all succubi should be. She had full pouty lips, suggestive frosty amethyst eyes, and a voluptuous body enshrouded in barely there fabric that left absolutelynothing to the imagination. Rowan had never known her long silky black hair to know disarray. Though, as she paced the entirety of Rowan’s kitchen, she was getting close.

She was the only other person Rowan knew to have the extra limbs of succubi, though she had four horns. Two that curved around her head and pointed straight back and two that pointed up. Her wings were massive, though she could call them forth or put them away with a special bit of magic her goddaughter had no access to.

When Rowan had asked why she was the only one to have the appendages, Lilith’s explanation was unsatisfying. She supposed her mother and sisters’ lack of extra appendages was because of their lack of magic. Most succubi held a ton of dark magic at their command. The more powerful their dark magic was, the bigger the markers were.

“Chew!” Axel growled as she, for the third time, hit Rowan’s back to keep her from choking on her feast.

“Five days of non-stop sex.” Annabelle sighed, “Maybe your father and I are due for a vacation.”

Lilith slammed her hands on the table. “Belle, concentrate. We have to come up with a plan to rid your spawn of this dilemma!”

“I don’t think it’s a dilemma.” Lexine was happily helping herself to a small portion of Rowan’s meal. “While she was bedridden, you should’ve seen the way he looked at her through the door. It was swoon worthy.”

“That man is the bane of my existence!” Lilith hissed.

When Rowan untangled herself from what Alessandro had called the mark’s settling period—AKA five days of sex that only stopped for food, water and sleep—the last thing she wanted todo was to entertain the very irate mother of all succubi who had a past record of hating her mate.

She would have much rather phased out with her plate of protein to rejoin him in bed. But Terra had made it crystal clear that she wasn’t to return to Draconis until the ceremony that would introduce her to the Thunder as their new queen consort.

Even though Rowan and Alessandro had agreed, they did indeed need to get back to their responsibilities that morning and as such had taken down the barrier that his dragon had put up the very moment they’d phased from the hoard to Draconis. They’d both been reluctant to let each other go through their last breakfast together. This resulted in Rowan eating most of her breakfast perched right on his lap.

It was when he’d fed her strawberries off his plate that they made eye contact. It was the flame on her fuse. The kiss, meant to curb her appetite only made her more ravenous and soon they were making out, ready to tear each other’s clothes off.

Terra, who had the unfortunate responsibility of clearing the way for everyone else to show up, had to pull them apart. She reminded them as gently as she could, considering her skin was rolling with bronze scales, that they had things to do.

She killed the excitement by reminding them that a possible Cursed with a vendetta against the shifters was still at large. Then she led Rowan from the table, grabbing her plate of food and accompanying her all the way to the wrap-around porch of her cabin, which had yet to move even once.

After filling her in on what to expect over the next few hours, three wide-eyed dragons walked up to their King’s porch, each holding two stuffed-to-the-brim banker’s boxes. Terra informed Rowan that they were each full of time sensitive paperwork thatAlessandro hadn’t been able to get to in the two weeks he’d ignored his duties because he had been so busy dealing with her and the witch.

The cabin had changed location as soon as Rowan had stepped foot on its premises, dropping in next to her mother’s garden where Lilith and Annabelle, Lexine and Axel were in the middle of tea time.

Rowan wondered how the hell Terra had overridden her ownership to the cabin even for that little command, but she didn’t have time to mull it over as her godmother exploded into a fit of fury.