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Her gaze snagged on the inverted triangle with the horizontal line and she raised a hand to trace the lines.

Rainbow eyes swirled open underneath her palm and, embarrassed more than she liked to admit, she cast the same rune spell he’d used on her the first time they met.

Alessandro’s eyes closed, the spell much stronger than she’d intended.

“Oh my gods, Rowan, why are you like this?” She hissed to herself as she tried to roll out of bed.

The move made her realize two things.

One, they’d fallen into unconsciousness with him still inside her again.

Two, he was still hard.

She knew she shouldn’t, but the desire to bring herself to completion even with him still asleep rolled through her mind.

She groaned at her ethical dilemma, pressing her face into the crook of his neck.

She was more than sated from their activities of the previous night.

After he taught her how to lock her shields so the cursed objects couldn’t get to her, she gave him a preview of what he was investing in by teaching her everything else she’d requested.

With the ample sunlight streaming in through the curtains, she fell back into that desperate feeling of when the mark had been fresh on her collarbone.

She traced the raised skin and her other hand found its way in between their bodies to her throbbing bud where it hovered with her indecisiveness.

She bit her lip as she considered how wrong it would be just to keep him inside while she finished herself off.

She didn’t know her fingers had made their mind up before her brain did until they brushed over the heated skin on his lower belly and she hissed as their mate bond allowed her to feel the sensation rake along her belly even while he snoozed.

She lost herself to the pleasure as she moved against him.

Her free hand moved up to land on the back of his neck, and she laid kisses along his jawline.

It stirred him to consciousness.

“Fuck, Ro.” He hissed as the pleasure skyrocketed in their bond.

She was still catching her breath as he rolled her to her back, careful to cradle her wings. He rocked his hips in a breathless pace as his teeth sunk into her neck.

Rowan cried out in shock.

“Best fucking alarm clock in the world.”

Rowan dug her nails into his shoulders. Why was it so hot to hear him use foul language?

There was something seriously fucked up with her,

“How long were you using me like a sex toy?”

“Not long.” She cried. “Fuck, San. Fuck.”

He was slamming into her with abandon and she was vibrating with their combined pleasure, unable to ground herself enough to discern where he started and she finished.

But then she was finishing all over him and he looked like the cockiest dragon that ever existed as he took in the sight.

“You’re beautiful.” She whispered and was pleased to see the color bloom over his chest and race up to his cheeks.

Her stomach growled, and he let out a bark of laughter.