Page 125 of The Heart of the Dragon

My laughter died instantly as my muscles tightened with want. If he was insatiable, I was damn near crazed. And probably the real reason we'd yet to surface. I craved him, like I craved air. It never seemed to stop. He said it should have waned by now, but I'd seen no signs of change.

One minute I was normal, and the next I was not.

"Maybe I'm not really pregnant," I drawled, wiggling in his grasp without really trying to get anywhere other than closer to him and his wicked mouth.

"Oh you are. Your scent changed almost immediately. It's so damned good." He licked his lips. "But maybe—" he leaned forward and pressed his nose into the juncture between my legs and inhaled deep. "Maybe there is a second egg that has yet to be ripened by my seed."

"What?" I jolted upright, pushing at his hands and actually trying and failing to get free this time. "Let me up. You had better be joking. Is something like that even possible? Andyourseed?" I made a gagging face at him. "You make it sound so gross when you say that."

"I would never jest about something like that, and you don't look disgusted when that knot takes hold and you start screaming my name. It may be pleasurable, but what the hell do you think it's truly for?"

"You need to learn how to talk to a lady," I sassed back, still debating whether I was going to shove him off the bed or not.

He grinned wickedly and without another word, my heart skipped a beat. That flash of need washed over me again, doing its level best to distract me from any qualms I might have.

"Two though. Really? I could never?—"

"Of course you could. My mother had three."

I felt the blood drain from my face as a shudder worked its way down my spine. How could he be so nonchalant when he said things like that? As if three sons were no big deal. I could barely handle one overgrown dragon, let alone three of them. "If there is more than one, it is you who will become their mother and I will serve as king."

One hand trailed slowly down the inside of my thigh, and back up again until his fingers feathered lightly—teasing—against my entrance. "You think being King would be easier?"

"Hell yes," I gasped as two of his thick fingers slid inside. And then all other words died on my lips because he was reaching for parts of me that I hadn't dreamed of before him. My head fell back on the bed and a moan gurgled in my throat. There was no longer anything lady-like about my reactions or gentlemanly about his.

I wasn't still in heat, but the hormones responded like I was.

"Mine," he said, his eyes glowing gold while he bared his teeth. Something had definitely snapped in him and there was nothing between his thick, desperate erection and my eager body to slow us down. Thank the Goddess.

"I love you, little flower, but I can't wait any longer." If he hadn't said the words, all the tiny growls coming from him one after the other were more than enough.

As he lifted and came over me, he brought one of my legs with him, opening me further. "I know the thought scares you, but a second babe would be a miracle."

"You just want bragging rights, and—" He thrusted heavy and hard before I could finish, again wiping away everything but my most primal thoughts as my nerve endings fired hot and insane at the sudden invasion.

Pleasure and need sizzled through my veins as my brain struggled to catch up with my body.

"I want everything. You know this. But in return I give you the same. We will be equals in all ways, no matter what anyone else says. You want to play the king? I will happily give you my throne." He grunted as he plunged deeper before settling there, our gazes locked together.

Every emotion flooding through me was reflected back in his gaze and it tore at any restraint I had left on my heart. Although who was I kidding? Watching him die had already taken care of that.

"Rose..." The emotion filling his voice wrapped around my heart and squeezed. Heat warmed my chest and burned through my veins. "Rose..."

"I know, I feel it too," I gasped. "As if someone is carving your name into my very being."

"The bond. It's magic. It will never be broken. No matter what happens."

"I love you, Magnus."

He pressed his lips against my face. "I will be here for whatever you need. I swear it. I would die a thousand times for you," he whispered a moment before he moved, stroking in and out of me in a more leisurely manner than I thought either of us was capable.

"Oh yes," I moaned. "More of this." I clawed at his back because the pleasure was building and I didn't know what else to do. The fiery need, the primal drive, it all coalesced into almost too much as his pace quickened with the demand for more.

The sound of his hard breaths filled my ears as the first orgasm crested over me. I clenched his shoulders and wrapped my free leg around his waist, silently begging for him to give me even more all while it felt like I was holding on for dear life. And for that one moment it never seemed like I could get enough of him until I felt him swell inside me. Locking us together as his own breaths turned to groans as the tip of his barb sent an electric shock of pleasure rocketing through me.

"Magnus!" I screamed until an earth shattering, bed vibrating growl tore through him and into me as his climax broke and a beautiful wave of warmth and love blasted through me, once again sending me into an abyss of pleasure like no other.

I was flying. The wings at my back breaking free and lifting us from the bed.

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