Chapter Ten
S ard’s shock fought with denial. “No.”
“Yes.” Julie swallowed. “Copper’s father is you.”
It was everything he wanted to hear, but somehow, it didn’t make him happy.
Copper was actually his son. The things he most desired were within his grasp—her cheek was in his cupped hand as her soft thighs straddled his waist and her center hovered dangerously close to his ready cock—and grief flooded him.
He’d missed her carrying and giving birth to his dragonlet. He’d missed Copper’s entire first year of his life. He’d missed everything. “I shouldn’t have touched you.”
“You’re right. You really shouldn’t have.”
“Despite that, I cannot regret it. Holding you was the most formative night of my life.”
A watery smile crossed her beautiful face, and then she sucked in a wobbly breath and pulled away from him.
“I understand that feeling too.” She ran her fingers over his bare abdomen. Underneath the sheets wrapped tightly around his waist, his cock flexed, filling for her. “Sometimes, even though your mind tells you all the reasons not to, you can’t resist being with the man you love any longer.”
It took a few moments for the import of her sentence to fully strike him, and while he was thinking about it, Julie scooted back and pulled down the sheet, releasing his nudityto her view once more.
And her admiring eyes on this most vulnerable and male part of him reached him more than any clever words.
You can’t resist being with the man you love any longer.
…the man you love…
He caught her curious hands, kissed her slim fingers. “Truly?”
She sighed. “Did you really dream about me?”
“Every night. Every hour. Every?—”
She leaned forward and kissed him.
Her soft, hot lips crashed into his, and arousal shot through his entire body, centering in his already-bursting cock.
He groaned, and she opened to him, eating him hungrily.
They’d been apart for two years, and perhaps he wasn’t the only one who’d felt the constant missing piece of his soul.
She tasted like heat and electricityand cravings.
Sard crushed her to him, his scales shimmering to the surface as his claws emerged. Hehooked one under the edge of her top.
She made a noise of protest and grabbed his sharp finger. “No!”
He immediately sucked in the claw, careful of her fragile human skin. His heart pounded, nerves pulsing out of control. “No?”
“I don’t have a change of clothes. Wait.
” She sat back, resting her divine buttocks on his hardness, and peeled up her shirt and cami-style nursing bra.
Her gorgeous breasts sprang free, even larger and more bounteous than before, a true goddess in human form.
She tossed them onto the chair, her hair wild and enticing, and then turned back to him.
He brushed the long red scar crossing her belly. “This is new.”
“From the C-section.” She rested her palmbetween his piercings, nipple to nipple, unchanged in their years apart. Her tone was light. “Is it ugly?”
This was a scar from the moment he almost lost her forever.
Imagining that black hole, he would never have recovered, and he would’ve rightly blamed himself for her death every single moment for the rest of his life.
He took a deep breath, tried to keep his voice even when his throat was so tight from emotion that he could barely speak. “Does it hurt you?”
“Not anymore.”
He pressed a kiss to the seam, silently thanking every force in the cosmos that had preserved her life and their son’s that day.
She gave a shuddering sigh. He trailed kisses across her soft belly to the button at the center, then up, catching her voluminous breasts with his hands, worshipping her soft pink buds with his mouth.
She gasped and sighed, writhing against his pulsing cock.
He couldn’t stand it any longer, and he reached up, fisted her nape, and dragged her down to him, plunged his tongue in, taking her deeply. She moaned against his lips.
“Julie,” he growled against her, then nipped her ear. She shuddered, clasped his shoulders, holding onto his head and pressing his face to her. “I need you bared to me, and it’s taking all my will not to destroy your leggings.”
She rolled off, leaving him bereft, but made up for it by immediately shimmying out of her leggings, delighting him with her jiggling contortions.
Every part of her was soft and full, curvy and delicious, and he needed to be deep within her.
She held the wobbly chair for balance as she pulled the last part of the legging over her ankle, and he snagged her wrist and dragged her back on top of him.
She landed with an oof and an apology. “Your injury?—”
“I feel nothing.” He filled his mouth with hers until she was breathless, his desperation rising with their temperatures.
The closer he got to claiming her again, the more dangerous it felt.
This whole situation could evaporate into a dream, and he’d awaken alone once more in an opulent lair that was more of a prison because he was trapped in it alone.
He filled his palms with the solidity of her waist, the feminine flare of her hips, and the satisfying round bounciness of her buttocks.
She whimpered with need, and his arousal throbbed with urgency.
His tongue flicked her nipples, and she writhed for him, then encircled his manhood and gripped his shaft.
Her cool fingers against his heat sensitized him to her, and he surged against her fingers, the wet of his precum making him slippery.
Her breath hitched. “You’re so big.”
“Julie.” He lay back, catching his breath, gazing over her radiant beauty. “Let me in.”
She straddled him, the head of his cock resting against her hot entrance, then she gripped his face and pressed her forehead to his, fierce. “If you leave me again, I’ll destroy you.”
“If I leave you again, I’ll be destroyed,” he returned through gritted teeth.
She eased back, enveloping his cock and sinking down on him, her chest heaving as she worked him deep inside to her very core.
His cock trembled, his seed building up with her beauty.
Before, as a virgin, she’d been shy and enticing, but now, as a mother and a woman, she was confident and sexy.
She looked down on him, moving up and down his shaft, little expressions of pleasure flicking across her gorgeous face.
He swelled with rightness, and she moaned. “I missed you so much.”
He gripped her hips, branding her with his cock. “You are mine.”
She smiled, then yielded herself to pleasure, tossing her head as he thrust, surging up into her over and over.
As before, his tip piercing slid in and out of his shaft, giving him doubled sensations and making him heavier and thicker, bumping against her inner core.
Her whimpers turned to intoxicating cries as she finally orgasmed, squeezing his shaft, milking him.
Hearing her lose control made him lose it too.
He erupted with fury, his seed rushing through her as their intense connection made him see stars.
She collapsed on top of him, and he crushed her to him, holding her tight as he shuddered with the aftermath of his release.
Tears dampened his eyes. He squeezed them shut tight, breathing in her addictive feminine scent, feeling the soft tickles of her hair against his taut cheeks.
Eventually, she rolled off and snuggled beside him, and he made a shelter in his arms for her, neatening and tucking the blankets around her.
She looked so sweet and peaceful. He stroked her brow line and cheekbone and chin.
Two long years were finally over and she was in his arms where she belonged.
She’d gone through so much before alone. He would never leave her again.
With that vow echoing in his heart, he followed her into sleep.
But then in the early dawn light, once more, he heard the hovering engine of his pursuers. His eyes snapped open, instantly awake.
They had found him.