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Merritt

Daddy was thinking something ridiculous, but his smirk was so sexy he sent a shiver through me. That made him even more confident and he slid his hand down to squeeze my ass. “You’re being too tempting again.”

He didn’t seem to realize that saying I was going to make him come too fast was one of the sexiest things ever. “Don’t worry. I tease and I follow through.”

Because it was going to be the best game ever.

No.

Had to stay big.

Just because both sides of me were having fun didn’t mean little me got to come out to play.

“I can’t wait.” Daddy reached up and stroked my face. “Show me how we should play the game.”

He wasn’t helping me stay big and I had a feeling he knew it based on how fun he was making everything.

“Kisses. We start the game with kisses.” I lifted my head to give him another one, but he had a different plan.

He wrapped his hands around my torso and lifted me up, using that dragon strength of his to move me higher on the bed and gently lay me down. “There we go. Now you won’t fall.”

He was so rational and levelheaded that sometimes I forgot he was a dragon…and then he did something to remind me.

“Why are you giggling?” Rolling over, he pretended to give me a questioning glare as he stretched out and pinned me against the bed. “You look sneaky.”

He was so ridiculous.

“I was just thinking that you’re so levelheaded and rational that sometimes I forget you’re a dragon.” I wasn’t worried about offending him but the way he rolled his eyes made me want to laugh. “Then you do something like lift me up like that or actually turn into a dragon and I remember.”

“You have an interesting sense of humor, my naughty mate.” Brushing his lips against mine, Daddy kept up his sexy glare as he sprinkled more kisses over my face. “I am a big scary dragon and you’re not going to forget it just because I have the ability to behave myself and don’t talk about eating people.”

He was not helping me to keep my sense of humor in check. “I…I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Kind of?

Maybe.

Eventually.

Yes, eventually I’d be sorry, but for the time being I just wanted to laugh and orgasm with my mate.

“Just saying sorry isn’t going to be enough this time.” As he shook his head, I couldn’t help but wonder how I always ended up apologizing to him when we got in bed.

If anything was magic, that was it.

He was definitely a dragon…his version of nonsense was just to be sneaky.

“I’m going to have to remind you who you belong to.” Shaking his head like he couldn’t believe how naughty and ridiculous I was being, he pinned my hands over my head. “If you want to eventually earn your reward and be king of the dragon, hands stay right there.”

How he could say that with a straight face I’d never know…and I also didn’t know how I was going to keep my little side in check when he was being so cute.

“Yes, Daddy.” I could do it. I could be big and still and ride my mate. “I’ll be good.”

That list should not have sounded so hard to accomplish, but I was going to do it, so I pressed my arms against the mattress and did my best to look earnest.

He scoffed.

I clearly needed to work on my acting.

“We’ll see if you can do it.” Shaking his head again, he pressed a kiss to my neck and then down on my shoulder. “It would be very sad if I had to make love to you missionary style. Very sad indeed.”

He was the most ridiculous dragon ever…he was just better at hiding it than everyone in town.

“Very sad, Daddy.” Technically not but I could play the game. I liked games. No. I was big. Big me was having a scene with Daddy. “I can be good.”

Because I wanted to ride him.

Ooh.

“Daddy?” The pinch he gave my nipples was not going to help my ability to behave…or lie still. “I’ll…I can be good.”

Raising one eyebrow, Daddy looked sexy and skeptical. “Then stop putting those images in my head, naughty boy. It’s cheating.”

Oops.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

Again.

How did he manage to make it so that I was always apologizing?

Magic.

Dragon Daddy magic.

They were all sneakier than we realized and were just playing at being so ridiculous.

“Be careful with that face or I’ll ask what you’re thinking.” Daddy was barely managing to hold back a smile as he glared at me. “I don’t like what I’m feeling from you.”

Oops.

Ugh.

Another apology.

“I need…I need a reminder of who I belong to. You’re so smart, Daddy. Thank you.” It wasn’t technically another apology, and it turned him on even more, so I was counting it as a slightly confusing win.

“You’re welcome. But I’m not going to take it easy on you and I know you understand why I have to do it.” Shifting lower, Daddy kissed the nipples he’d just tortured so perfectly. “Sometimes I’m just going to have to take very good care of my naughty boy.”

Somehow it was sexy and cute and nerve-racking all at the same time.

How could he make kisses in candlelight sound so stressful?

“I…” Something. I was something. “Thank you, Daddy.”

It felt like a dangerous response and I knew I was right when he made a pleased hum and flicked his tongue over my nipple. Daddy was entirely too content with my response. He was plotting when he should’ve been enjoying his win.

He nibbled.

It was just hard enough for me to suck in a breath as a tiny bolt of lightning shot right down to my dick. “ Daddy .”

He chuckled.

Ugh.

He was still planning.

Happiness and something that felt almost mischievous was coming through the bond and I wasn’t even sure he realized how much he was projecting. It wasn’t technically desire, but Daddy was thoroughly enjoying kissing me and whatever was going through his mind.

“My sweet boy. Yes.” Shifting his head, Daddy gave the other nipple a nibble and gave a little laugh when I sucked in another breath. “Yes. I’m going to help you.”

Help to torture me?

With kisses.

And nibbles.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Don’t forget your hands, sexy boy. You don’t want to lose out on deciding what game we play.” Daddy’s teasing voice had my cock trying to get even harder. “I know you want to pick out a fun game, but that’s only if you’re a good boy.”

He was fucking with me.

“You’re…that’s…” I was going to tell him not to once he stopped biting my nipples and I could find the words. “That’s…”

Yes, that was very naughty.

Devious.

Sexy.

Ugh.

Everything he did was sexy.

Part of that was just him but part of it was how much he enjoyed it and how his happiness was coming through the bond. It was really hard to get frustrated about something that made a mate so happy.

Cheating.

Dragons just cheated.

“I’m not sure grumbling makes you a good boy either.” His nearly singsong tone had me groaning. “That’s not happy thoughts coming through our bond.”

Cheater.

But since he’d started it…

“Oh, Daddy, you…you can’t feel how good this is?” I could help with that.

He realized a few seconds too late that he’d picked a terrible way to fuck with me and groaned as I flooded the bond with arousal and the flashes of painful pleasure he’d been sending through me with each nibble.

“Fuck.” Grumbling, he buried his face against my chest as I giggled. “Brat.”

“I kept my hands down, Daddy.” So technically I was being good. “And I didn’t picture anything you told me not to.”

I’d picked something else that was almost just as fun.

And to make sure I could keep up the fun for a few more seconds at the very least, I closed my eyes and imagined how it would feel if it were his nipples being pinched and him being pressed down to the bed.

“That’s weird.” Daddy’s strange tone as his head popped up made me laugh and I had to open my eyes to see what he was doing. He looked very confused as he glanced down at his chest. “That’s very weird.”

Weird but not sexy weird.

It was still funny, though.

He was quickly back to glaring at me and it didn’t help my giggles. “That was unexpected.”

My planner didn’t like surprises.

“Bad unexpected or just odd?” He wasn’t mad but it was taking him a second to process it. “I won’t do it again. I didn’t think you’d feel it that much.”

Bonds were strange things that we didn’t really understand. Who got them…how they formed…why we bonded…most of those answers had been lost when the portal had closed but we knew enough to recognize how special they were.

“I don’t know.” Brows pulled together, he studied his nipples again. “We’ll have to figure that out another time?”

Nodding, I kissed his cheek. “So you’re going to tell me yellow to make that clear and we’ll talk about it later to sort through it more logically.”

“And maybe experiment.” His head was making little jerks up and down, but I wasn’t sure if he knew what he was doing. “Yes. I’m going to say yellow on that. The giving me sensations part. I liked the pictures you were sending. It was like personalized porn that was just for me.”

Distracting himself again, he frowned at me. “I’m going to ask how you can visualize your butt so well.”

Giggling, I tried not to blush. “Yes, Daddy. But later. Right?”

Huffing, he wanted to pout and question me but he agreed. “Yes. Later.”

“Great dragons above. You two need to stop getting distracted. It’s so weird.”

Daddy rolled his eyes, ignoring Wren’s slightly muffled words. “I’m never staying in the same motel as a family member again. I’m never staying in a motel ever again.”

Laughter probably wasn’t the best response, but there was no way I could’ve held it back. It just had him getting all dramatic and he sighed, rolling over onto his back. “My mate is laughing at me.”

Because he was funny.

“Because you’re just as dramatic as my mother said you were.” Wren made a strangled sound that might’ve been his reaction to getting a spank. “Sorry. I’m going to be forced to be quiet now. Please go on.”

I was never going to stop laughing long enough to get my mate inside of me. “We’re being cockblocked by your cousin.”

“Great.” Wren’s dramatic groan came through the wall. “Now I have to explain what that means before I can get gagged.”

As Daddy groaned, I lifted up my head, careful to leave my arms in place. “Can I move my arms? I have every intention of riding you once I stop laughing.”

It didn’t help his drama but Daddy nodded. “Please. I need attention and cuddles. Because evidently, I’m dramatic.”

Yes, he was.

But I rolled over and flopped onto him, keeping that comment to myself. “I like giving you attention.”

Of all types.

He was a top-level pouter too, so I gave him a quick kiss on each cheek before working my way along his jaw. “I like kissing you and I like laughing with you.”

Because his family was just as ridiculous as mine but less stressful and I was thoroughly enjoying it.

“I like just being with you and I like playing with you.” All the different types of games. “And I like helping you survive your relatives. They’re a handful, but I’m your mate and I will help you deal with the chaos.”

There was no way Wren wasn’t trying to grumble and comment on that, but it seemed like his Daddy had found the gag.

“Because I’m dramatic?” He pouted again but his eyes were sparkling with laughter. “You have to deal with it because you’re my mate.”

He was adorable.

“I am your mate.” Sitting up, I stood quickly and shimmied out of the underwear I’d put on for some stupid reason after getting cleaned up, giving him a show as well as pushing desire through the bond. “I’m your boy.”

Daddy’s eyes were glued to my erection as I straddled his hips and slowly lowered myself down. “And I’m your little mage.”

When I was kneeling on all fours over him, I rocked my hips and rubbed my erection against his torso, moaning at how good it felt to finally feel him that way. “And right now I’m your naughty slut who’s ready to ride his Daddy.”

So before he could make me laugh again, I sat back on my knees and reached for the lube.

No more distractions…he’d promised me that I could pick out our game and it was time to play.