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“Good, I’m glad you’re here. Saves me having to look for you,” she says.

“What is the meaning of this?” the deep bass of the Al’fa echoes into the office.

“We should go, now,” Visidion says, offering one arm while motioning towards the door with the other.

I take the offered arm and he leads us around the arguing leaders. The debate is already heated and getting louder. I look over my shoulder as we leave the office. Rosalind catches my eye and gives me the briefest of smiles that lets me know it will all be okay. The road may not be easy, but she’ll bring this Al’fa Zmaj to heel.

I’m coming Dilacs. Our road isn’t going to be any easier than hers, but we’ll walk it together.

41

GWENETH

“Heh,” Dilacs grunts.

“You know I’m right,” I say then realize I’m standing like my mother did when her and my dad would argue. Which makes me even more angry, but at myself, so I jerk my hand off my hip and straighten my head. “And, your Queen, Rani, agrees too.”

“Bah,” Dilacs says, waving a hand dismissively through the air. “We should mount an attack. Now. The lizards are scared.”

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and try to push my way past the anger.

“Dilacs, your angry. I get it.” He arches an eyebrow and his tusks quiver but he doesn’t say anything. “But Rosalind says we need more time. The Zmaj will help, but it won’t happen immediately.”

He grunts. He’s breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, but he’s staring at me with those heavily lidded, intensely burning eyes and god I want him. He growls, shakes his head.

“You,” he says, his voice is so deep and gravelly that it rumbles in my chest, “are very distracting.”

“Distracting?” I ask with a smirk. “What? This?”

I slide my shirt up and flash a bit of skin. He rumbles and his pants tighten around his cock.

“More,” he says. It’s an order, not a request.

I slide the shirt up until it’s hooked under my tits.

“This?” I ask.

“Yes,” he growls. “Show me those tits.”

“Say please.”

He closes in and grabs my shirt, ripping it up and over my head.

“No,” he says, roughly grabbing my tits in his hands. “I’m going to take you. Make that hot, wet pussy mine.”

“Yours,” I say breathless.

“Yes,” he says, taking my lips and my breath in one motion.

He kisses with such intensity that all I can do is give myself over to him. His tongue pierces my lips, driving in and god do I want his cock doing the same to my pussy. An empty ache throbs inside of me and only he can fill it.

As if reading my mind he slides one hand under my pants, driving straight down, then curling two fingers into my wet and ready hole. He slides them forcefully in and out. Every time he pulls up he rubs my clit, teasing me further as he presses on that hard bundle of nerves. All my insides tighten, tingling, shimmering, already edging towards a climax.

His thick fingers fill and spready my pussy, Finding every crevasse, leaving no part of me untouched or unexplored. I groan into his mouth. His other hand finds my ass and he slaps it with a hard smack.

“Umph,” I grunt into our kiss.

He pulls back from my lips and stares into my eyes.

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