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S he was liquifying around the flame, dancing at the end of his tongue. He rolled the blue flame up and down her slit, catching her repeatedly directly behind the hood of her clit.

He wanted to see her face. He enjoyed watching the mixed expressions in her features as her body tensed and she pressed forward into the wonders of her ecstasy.

However, in their current position below her with his head wedged between her thighs, when he glanced up, he could only see the markings covering her swollen belly.

Markings that were becoming numerous, indicating she was almost halfway to delivery.

That was a conversation he needed to arrange for his mother or Tana to have with Kai, soon.

But now, he could only think about the feel of her ass in one hand, the soft suppleness of her large breast in his other, and the sweet, rich taste of her on his tongue.

“Aodh, please...don’t stop. It feels so good.” Kai arched back, planted her hands on his chest, and balanced her weight as she undulated her hips in a similar cadence to his flamed licks.

She didn’t have to beg; he had no intention of stopping what he was doing until his mate-wife came.

Keeping her on edge, Aodh switched tactics. He swallowed back the flame and inhaled deep to fill his lungs before blowing out a stream of white smoke over her warm, wet, sensitive skin. He zigzagged the cool puffs along her slit from her entrance to the swollen nub at the top.

“Yes, yes!” she cried, digging her short nails into his hard pecs.

You ready to give me what I want, little flame? He pinched her stiff nipple.

Please. I need to come.

Having mercy on her, Aodh slid his hand from her ass to her hip and brought her down lower. Her knees burrowed deeper causing the black obsidian beneath him to clink and shift.

Angling his chin up so his mouth met her plump, wet clit, he latched on to her. The vanilla-dragon-flower musk of her scent enveloped him as he sucked firmly and dragged his tongue over the bundle of nerves determined to force her to completion.

Kai thrust her hips fast, riding his mouth with a single-minded purpose as she called out to him, begging him not to stop, and sang out how good it felt.

Then she was there, again, filling the cavernous space with screams of her release as her body bowed forward, her hands clutched fistfuls of his hearth-stone above his head as she came.

He laved between and beside her slit, up and down her silken wet folds, trying to collect every drop of her essence as she quivered with aftershocks along his tongue.

When her arms started to wobble, he pulled his mate's body down to his.

He helped her stretch out alongside him, cradling her head against his chest, soothing himself with the feel of her heart beating in time with his.

He ignored his raging cock, his beast had been satisfied with giving her pleasure.

“What about you, husband-mate?” she sighed, her fingers stroking with intent down his chest and headed straight for his stiff shaft.

Aodh took hold of her hand, pressing it to his abs. “I’m fine, little flame. Giving you satisfaction is my pleasure sometimes.”

Not that he didn’t want to roll her beneath him and slide his cock in to the point the folds of her entrance would kiss his base, but his pregnant wife had enough for now.

He’d lost count of the number of times they’d had sex last night and that morning.

They were in his hoard room because after their bath that morning, his dragon desired time with their mate.

Aodh had carried an exhausted Kai into the hoard room and shifted to appease his dragon.

The beast held Kai in his foreclaws while she slept, his massive form curled toward her and their child.

When she’d awakened, stiff and favoring her back, Aodh had shifted back to his male form, and what had started as an innocent massage, the erotic moans Kai made as he rubbed her lower back had him kissing her.

The taste of her sweet kisses had incited foreplay, which led to him lifting her above him and seeing how many times he could get her off with his tongue. The answer was three.

“Hmm.” Sated, she slid her top thigh over his. “Can we stay in the hoard room for the rest of the day? Hide away from the world a little longer?”

He thought Liekki, who hated doing Mckenna paperwork and handling the minor issues of the Thunder that arose daily, would lose his mind. Usually after long stretches in the Mckenna office, his brother would disappear for a day or two, volunteering to cover back-to-back flight patrols.

“Whatever you desire, little flame.”

They lay there for a moment, silent while he caressed her swollen stomach.

“Do you hear the babe?” Kai covered his hand.

“Yes, my love.” The small chortles and chirps the little one made inside her were faint, and he knew he could not hear them as clearly as his dragon and Kai, but still his acute hearing picked up on enough to assure him that his youngling was growing well.

What he enjoyed was feeling the movements the child made under his hands.

“You and Tana, perhaps even my mother will help you prepare for our child.”

“There is time.”

He lifted his hand and brushed her wild, thick mane from her face. “The time will come sooner than you think.”

She frowned at him.

“Speak with Tana,” he declared before his curious mate could ply him with questions. There was a lot Kai needed to know and it was best explained to her by the women in his Thunder. “If you are up to leaving the hoard room, I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” Kai sat up, leaned over his chest and gazed down at him. “Why are you just now telling me?”

He chuckled as she moved with dragon-like agility and rose to her feet. He lay there for a moment and admired the vision she made standing naked in the hills of his hearth-stone, her full curves and large, scale-marked, belly captivating him and stealing the fire from his breath.

“Come on, lazy Mckenna, we have a surprise to see—”

She squealed as he vaulted up and scooped her into his arms.

“Lazy? I think not.” He planted a loud smack on her already kiss-swollen lips, then carried her out of his dragon’s private space.

Aodh continued holding her through the closet, the door shutting behind him, until he got to their room. He set her down on the end of the bed.

The scent of food wafted into their room from the dining table and he knew Tana had come at some point while they were in the hoard room.

“Wait here.” He moved to his side of the bed, furthest from the fire, then stooped to the floor to reach under the bed.

“What are you up to, Aodh?” Kai watched him and attempted to peer over the bed and see what he was getting.

When he rose with a long, slender box in his hand, she looked from the package to the side of the bed. “Has that been there all this time?”

“I will not reveal my secrets,” he teased as he walked back toward her. Sitting down beside her, he held the box on his lap. “This is for you.”

“Aodh, you have already given me so much with the ring, wedding, my sister being there with me...and this.” She patted her stomach.

Her full, ripe breasts were too much of a temptation, so he reached out his hand to caress them. “I’d easily give you the world, little flame. Now open the box.”

Kai removed the lid and set it back on the bed as her gaze locked on the item inside. “Aodh...oh my...”

She began to reach into the box, then pulled her hand away and pressed it between her breasts over her heart. “A sword? Y-you got me a sword?”

“I had it crafted for you. It’s a longsword. Much lighter than my standard broadsword.”

Still, not taking the gift, Kai raised her watery golden-brown gaze and met his.

“Do you like it?”

His heart stilled in his chest as he waited for her response. In the space of time, a minute, an hour, a day, he felt as if he’d never breathe again if he’d made the wrong decision in getting her the weapon.

She nodded, a tear falling as she glanced down at the needle-like sword. “I love it. Besides what you did for me last night, no one has ever given me a gift. And one so beautiful...”

Aodh couldn’t recall the last time he’d cried or even shown that sort of emotion.

It wasn’t typical for Drahks, and it sure as hell wasn’t something a Mckenna did.

But at that moment, he didn’t think he’d cry, but the tightness of his chest muscles around his swelling heart was the closest he’d ever come to feeling that sort of emotion because of the joy he witnessed on his mate’s face as she finally removed the sword.

Her touch was so delicate he almost laughed, but stifled it. “You know it won’t break; it’s forged steel with a dragon-glass handle and meant to be wielded in a fight.”

“It’s your hearth-stone that makes it so magnificent.”

His chest tightened another inch. “Glad you like it. It is important to Drahk that all in the Thunder can defend themselves if necessary.”

“Wait, are these the black obsidian pieces I chose?” She studied the intricate design of the handle. She ran the tips of her fingers over the flat surface of the narrow blade, mindful of the edge.

“They are.” He was thankful for her cautious touch around the blade’s sides. One slip, and the razor-sharp blades could slice her finger clean off before she knew it had happened.

She swung the sword left, then right, then did it again as she ensured she kept clear of any of their body parts or the furniture.

“I feel inept, clumsy, not knowing how to use this.”

“Everyone learns. Even me. That’s why I spoke with Khuzaimah and she will train you.”

“But, I’m pregnant. Should we wait?” She held the sword's tip down to the stone floor when she looked at him. “Shouldn’t we wait until after?”

“Trust me, it will be fine.” He leaned over and kissed her softly on her brow right where the worry lines bunched briefly.