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Merritt

Cuddle bug.

Cuddle dino.

Cuddle dragon.

Daddy was gonna be a cuddle bug.

“Faster. Faster. Daddy.” Clap. Clap. Clap. “Gonna cuddle my dragon.”

Then he’d be happy and snuggly and want more and more pets.

More and more pets meant playtime.

Playtime meant naughty time.

Naughty time meant naked time.

Pretty-pretty Daddy.

“I’m hurrying.” Daddy said he was gonna go faster but Daddy was slow.

“Poky Puppy Daddy.” I was funny and gave him a big Daddy sigh. “Not a dragon Daddy.”

“Hey.” Daddy frowned and looked growly but he went faster. “I’m not poky or a puppy. I’ve got a cheeky little mage.”

Smart little mage.

Faster. Faster.

Naked faster.

“See? I’m fast. I just had to hang up my pants.” Daddy frowned and looked at his fancy shirt. “One more second.”

Daddy was so funny.

“I haven’t found a dry cleaner here.” Grumbly Daddy was frowning at his shirt. “It’s not that dirty. I wore an undershirt.”

Oh, sad Daddy.

“Poof.” Clean Daddy. “All done.”

Clean Daddy.

Happy Daddy.

Cuddly Dragon Daddy.

“You can magically iron.” Daddy brought the pretty shirt up and sniffed. “It smells freshly laundered.”

Oh, Daddy thought I was special.

“That’s amazing.” Hanging up his fancy shirt, Daddy shook his head and smiled bigger and bigger. “That’s a much better skill than making flowers look weird or trying to poison people you want to move into the neighborhood.”

Yep.

“I’m smart.” I knew lots of stuff. “I can make my bed too.”

Daddy stopped and cocked his head. “You’re going to have to show me that. I’m impressed. I have a highly accomplished mate. I can’t believe I didn’t know to brag about that yet. Everyone back home is going to be so jealous.”

Funny Daddy.

Oh, silly Daddy.

“You bounced.” He bounced and pounced and tried to make me fall over. “Naughty Daddy.”

He shook his head, crawling on the bed like a cat. “Playful dragon.”

Stalking dragon.

“Hmm…cuddly dragon?” Cuddles and pets and snuggles and pets and hugs. “Ready, Daddy?”

He kissed my nose and gave a happy wiggle as he lay down on the bed. “Ready.”

Magic.

Dragon magic.

Poof.

“Oh, you’re so pretty, Daddy.” Pretty-pretty dragon. Creamy little dragon needs bows. Yes. “ Come here, little dragon .”

Dragon Daddy huffed and puffed but he was a good boy and wiggled closer. “Good little dragon.”

Hehehe.

“Huff and puff and be a good boy. You need pets, little dragon.” My little dragon. “Oh, so pretty. Yes. My little dragon is so pretty.”

And soft.

And cuddly.

“Yes. Good little dragon. Cuddles with your mate. Snuggle-snuggle.” He was so cute. “You’re not too heavy, little dragon. Closer-closer.”

Little dragon needed head pets and kisses and snuggles.

“Yes. Little dragon has a little mate.” Happy-happy dragon. “More happies, little dragon.”

Oh, there.

My little dragon loved me lots and lots.

I could feel it…he was my good boy.

“I feel it, little dragon.” Kisses. Snuggles. “You need big hugs. Good boy, little dragon.”

Hehehe.

“Huffs and puffs but I get snuggles. So you’re my good boy.” Little Daddy dragon liked being my good boy and he liked pets and he liked snuggles.

Little Daddy dragon was a cat.

More giggles made him huff and puff again, but he liked head rubs. “You’re so pretty, Daddy. Such a pretty dragon. My good dragon.”

My good boy.

My good boy liked cuddles and kisses.

He made happy sounds and made his happy dragon purr and he gave me a wing hug. “You give good hugs, little dragon.”

And he was funny when he was a grumbly little dragon.

But even the grumbly little dragon liked kisses and attention.

“I’m going to take good care of you, little dragon. I’ll give you kisses and hugs and we’ll find nap spots.” I’d take care of him. I was a good helper. “Send me happies, little dragon. Yes. Just like that. Good boy.”

Happy-happy mate.

Lovey-lovey mate.

Snuggly, cuddly mate.

Nappy-nappy mate.

****

“Wake up, silly mage. If we sleep any longer, we’ll be up all night.” Daddy laughed when I tried to escape under the pillow. “I think you’re back to being a silly goose.”

“Not a goose.” Ugh. “Not asleep either.”

He was so mean even if he was right.

“You’re not a dragon anymore.” Peeking one eye open, I saw human-looking Daddy and he was grinning and looking adorably silly. “We were cuddling.”

My brain wasn’t catching up to being awake yet because I didn’t realize how obvious all of that was until it was already out of my mouth. “I shouldn’t have taken a nap but you’re so cuddly. It’s your fault if I’m up all night. Looking cute isn’t a reason to do that to me.”

He didn’t look apologetic at all but he tried to frown like he was sorry. “We’ll be more careful. But you’re the good cuddler. Not me. You petted me and cuddled me. If this nap was anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Naughty Daddy.

“I’m cute and I was little. That means it’s your fault.” That was how it worked. “You were supposed to be the grown-up in charge.”

My shrug and possibly the sass had him trying not to laugh. “I’ll remember that next time.”

Climbing over me, Daddy stretched out and kissed my nose as his naked body pinned me to the bed. “And I’ll remember how good it felt to cuddle you and how good your hands felt on me.”

He was so sneaky.

I wanted to laugh and moan at the same time, but the way he was rocking on me made the moaning win. “You’re…that’s…”

I was pretty sure I was supposed to still be driving him crazy but he’d turned the tables on me. He knew it too because he chuckled and his smile went from teasing to wicked. “I’m sexy and amazing. I know. But I also know that you get to pick what we do tonight. Do you remember that?”

He could’ve been testing the waters or giving me an out, but I knew what I wanted from my Dragon Daddy.

“I remember.” He hadn’t trapped my arms yet, so I wrapped them around him and pushed my hips up as he rocked his dick against mine. My clothes kept it from being as good as it could’ve been, but it still sent tingles through me. “And I remember what I wanted to play too. I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon.”

Longer than that really…since I first met him…but as far as getting to pick, I’d waited all afternoon.

Daddy heard what I wanted in my voice or maybe through the bond because he moaned and buried his face in my neck. “That’s too tempting. Don’t tease me.”

Definitely the bond.

I mostly managed not to laugh, but a few giggles escaped as I pictured getting on all fours for him and pushing my ass up. I couldn’t decide if it was funny or sexy, but Daddy picked sexy and made another desperate sound. “Keep waving it at me and I’m going to smack it.”

Oh.

In my head, the scene immediately shifted to my ass being hot and I knew it’d look pink to him.

“Fuck.” His body clenched around me and I could feel his desire pulsing through the bond. “Such a little brat.”

Yes.

Yes, I was.

And his little brat had a very vivid imagination, so I shifted the scene and put my hands tied to the headboard of the bed.

“Naughty. Mages are so naughty.” Daddy’s grumbling had me wanting to laugh and holding that in popped the image in my head. “Fuck.”

When the fantasy I’d been building vanished, he lifted his head and glared at me. “I’m supposed to have patience and I’m supposed to be making love to you. That’s cheating.”

He was so cute when he was frustrated.

“I don’t think I agreed to that plan.” Shrugging, I kissed his cheek because I was pretty sure looking cute would make him even more crazy.

I was right.

As I ignored his grumbling sounds, I widened my eyes and kissed his other cheek. “I like making stories for you, Daddy.”

So I did another.

This time I was on my back, legs spread wide as I imagined him sinking hard and fast into me. We hadn’t gone that far, but I’d seen him naked, so the image was pretty good.

Good enough to have him grinding against me.

“Two can play that game, little mage.” As he nearly growled out the words, I realized he’d decided to play on a two-front war. He pinned my hands above my head and focused the images in his mind on spanking me as he fucked me hard.

Clearly the image I’d sent him of my ass was more vivid than I’d realized because he nailed it pretty well in both ways, getting the picture right and the sensations perfectly. He even timed the physical movement of humping against me with the picture in his head.

“At some point, I’m going to make you tell me why you can make such a picture-perfect image of your own ass in your head.” The threat had laughter pouring out of me and he finally couldn’t keep the rough Dom routine going.

As his laughter joined mine, he rolled us over so I was stretched out on him this time. “I have a naughty little mage.”

Nodding, I hid my face against his neck. “Yes, and one who really wants to make love to his mate.”

Daddy made a soft, agreeing sound and nuzzled against me. “I do too. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to quiz you at some point. You’re very good at that.”

Snickering, I kissed his neck. “Let’s see if I can distract you again.”

Moaning, Daddy pushed up to rock his hips against me. “If that’s how you’re going to deal with anything embarrassing, I’m going to become very annoying.”

He was such a brat.

“Are you telling me that you’ll end up being just as much of a brat as the other dragons in this town?” My teasing glare had him shrugging.

“It seems to be a dragon thing.” He was barely holding back laughter as the idea of being like the locals cracked him up. “It might be the water.”

Rolling my eyes at his possibly inadvertent mention of the water bottle, I sighed. “That’s too reasonable to be funny.”

And he laughed.

He had the strangest sense of humor.

When he stopped snickering, he gave me a quick kiss. “That wasn’t something I thought about. The words just came out.”

“You’re definitely a dragon.” My dryly delivered retort had him sucking in a breath and I had to fight to keep a straight face. “A very dramatic dragon.”

“I’m so offended. You have no idea.” He seemed to be channeling Lorne as he shook his head like he was so disappointed in me he couldn’t function. “Dramatic? Coming from a mage? That’s just…I can’t.”

He’d been too bored in the meetings lately and it’d given him time to plot.

Covering his eyes with his forearm, he pouted and made a variety of over-the-top sighs. “I just don’t know what to say. You’re not even apologizing.”

Yep.

He’d been plotting.

Planner Daddies were cute and dangerous.