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“No, this is not working,” Kaspian declared. He climbed out of bed, picked up Cat, and took him out of the bedroom. After shutting the door, he came back to bed.

“What was that?” I asked.

“He was watching us. It made me uncomfortable.”

“I guess that's fair. We did watch him poop.”

“I didn't want to watch him poop. I just happened to be there.” He slid in beside me and pulled me close. “Now, enough about that cat. Kiss me.”

Who could deny a request like that? I guess it wasn't much of a request, but I'd accept it. I don't mind a little bossiness in bed. Plus, I wanted to kiss him. I'd been waiting all day for this. It was the longest we'd gone without having sex. At least, the longest we'd gone once we started a sexual affair.

Earlier, we had shown Cat around the royal apartments, ate our dinner on the balcony (Cat did indeed get his own plate), and then showered (Cat bathed himself). I guess he thought he'd take in a show after dinner, but Kas had put a stop to that. With our audience gone, it was time for the good stuff. The perfect way to end a perfect day.

Moonlight streamed in through the open balcony doors, and lights glinted from the bed canopy—little orbs tucked among the folds of fabric. The other lights were off, turning the bed into an island. Marooned in a sea of darkness with Kas, I couldn't help but close my eyes and lose myself in him.

One broad hand swept over my arm, then down. Down. Stop. Right there. Kas grabbed my ass and kneaded it. Groaning, I arched into him to find his erection reaching back. The feel of our cocks sliding together sent delicious zings up my spine, making me arch further. With my eyes closed, I didn't see Kas lean in, but I felt his lips on my neck, then his tongue. Grinding us together below, he bit and kissed that sensitive spot on my neck—the one he had quickly learned about.

Even as I cried out, Kaspian rolled me onto my back. He kissed his way down my chest, and my eyes popped open when he got to my dick. That warm, wet sucking nearly sent me over, especially when I looked down to find him staring back at me, his eyes glowing.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “You look incredible.”

Kaspian worked me a little longer, going until I was writhing, and then he lurched up. Scooping my legs over his elbows, he bent me up and back.

“Don't forget the lube!” I said.

“Lube.” He shook his head. “I don't like that word. We use oil.”

“Whatever. Don't forget it. It makes things better.”

“Yes, very well.” Instead of setting me down, he just reached out a hand.

On the bedside table—made to curve around the round bed—an oil bottle waited for moments like this one. It rose on a gleaming bubble and floated over to Kas. As if bottles impersonating the Good Witch Glinda were an everyday occurrence, he simply grabbed it. As soon as he did, the bubble exploded into water droplets, which vanished before they hit the bed.

“What the fuck was that?” I gaped from the bottle to Kas.

“What?”

“Was that water?”

“Oh. Yes, that. Dragons have Water Magic as well as Fire, thanks to our god, Karadas. He's only recently awakened after being trapped for over a thousand years, so most of us are still learning to use it.”

I blinked. “That was a lot of information to give me while you have me in a fuck-hold.”

“A what?”

“A fuck-hold. Bent back to get busy. You know.” I motioned at myself. “This. There's only one thing you do in this position.”

“Great Goddess, sometimes the things you say are too ridiculous to be endured.”

“You love it.” I grinned at him. “Tell me about the Water Magic later. This is getting awkward.”

“Yes, of course.” He opened the bottle of oil and spread some on his cock. Then another bubble of water took the bottle away.

Would every day bring a new magical discovery on Serai? I hoped so.

Kaspian slid into me, working in and out slowly despite the lubrication. I forgot all about magic, witches, and aliens. This was all the magic I needed. Kas. Inside me. Our bodies merging in desire that was quickly becoming more for me. I pushed down on the bed with one hand and gripped his shoulder with the other. With anyone else, I might have stroked myself. But Kas had already worked me close to orgasm. If I touched myself, I wouldn't last long. And I wanted to last. I didn't have to, what with him topping, but I wanted to draw out the pleasure. I wanted to feel that clawing lust for as long as possible.

Then I looked up into Kaspian's face. His eyes had dimmed to a shine, but that made them easier to look at. And harder. Because in them I saw possession, triumph, and also something softer. My chest clenched. I had him. I had Kas forever. And yet, I didn't. Not completely. The ache of that almost-love gripped me. It did a double punch with the sheer masculine beauty of his face. And his chest. And those thick arms.

“Kas!” I shouted and came all over my belly.