Page 58 of Hoarded By the Dragon

“Fuck!” I shout at the same time Kalos groans, wet heat spreading between our bodies, soaking our clothes. The release is short but reverberates through me with waves of shaky pleasure.

I count my comedown with each sawing breath expanding my lungs. One breath, Kalos doesn’t move from on top of me. My second breath, his body is braced on one hand, his eyes closed, and the third breath has his face creased in concentration as if he’s trying to calm himself. His other cock is probably painfully hard, but he doesn’t move to alleviate it.

Each wave of pleasure morphs into relief. Tears well in my eyes as my muscles relax. “I really needed that.”

Impossibly, Kalos huffs a laugh as he shakes his head, his hair tickling my face. I didn’t realize our faces were so close. His body starts to relax.

“Your death wish is worrisome,” Kalos breathes against my lips. “Never get in the way of an angry dragon.”

I release the grip I have on his hair and jacket. “Don’t rage at my friends, and I won’t stand in front of an angry dragon.”

He snorts but pulls us upright before picking me up.

I wiggle in his arms, the pressure of my waistband suddenly uncomfortable, but I ignore it for now.

“What am I going to do with you?” Kalos mutters.

“You could let me walk.”

Kalos’s grip on me tightens, and I clarify. “I have legs, you know.”

But if he agrees with my statement, he doesn’t acknowledge it. I sigh, secretly enjoying being carried by him. I don’t know what the plan is. We probably need to regroup, put some space between the two of us, but I don’t want to.

“What is a leonid?” I ask as we enter his office.

“The Leonid family are the ones that you stole the figurine for.” Kalos sits in his office chair and makes no move to kick me off his lap. I frown at that news. The Leonids must be who Nemo got into trouble with.

Kalos continues, “They are using it to try and broker ownership of a fae gate from me for their organization.”

I gasp. “What? You can’t give them that!”

Both Maggie and Kalos have told me enough about the fae realm to know how bad that could be.

“I won’t. They misjudged my willingness to ignore whatever business they want the gate for.”

“Oh,” I say, letting my head drop to his shoulder as I mentally try to catch up. “And they’re shifters?”

“Yes.”

I nod, connecting the dots. “And Stella’s mom was married into them for a time. Stella isn’t involved with them at all.”

“I wish to speak to her about that then.” There’s a growl to his voice.

“I’d stake my life on that.”

“Would you stake the life of our child?” The rage from before is absent, but he’s as intense as he was.

I swallow. “Yes. I would never risk our child. Stella and I have been friends for years, and she’s hated her father for longer than that.”

“Very well.”

I open my mouth, expecting to argue with him but snap it shut at his easy acceptance. I narrow my eyes.

Kalos’s mouth twitches. “I’d still like to talk to her to see if she knows anything that could help us.”

“That’s a very different tune than just a moment ago.”

He shrugs, but his mood dims. “You calm my dragon.”

---