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Insanity. This was insanity. No other word forit.

“You need to come, sweet thing.” She blushed so hard. Adorable. “You need to come so bad you’d let me take you here, within hearing range of my parents, in a corridor where anyone could walk by.” She looked right and left and blushed some more. “Bad, bad witch. Let it be known that I’ll always give you what youneed.”

He moved the fabric out of the way, pulling the silk up, and opened his own trousers. She gasped. “Wecan’t…”

He’d pegged her right. An innocent little thing he was going to love corrupting. “And we won’t. Not yet. Not now,” he said, as the length of his dick rested against the drenched fabric of her panties. Vincent pushed it aside, and then they were heat to heat, flesh to flesh. He ground up, thrusting between her pussy lips. She bit his jacket to stop herself from crying out as he carried on. Grinding, grinding, grinding some more. Her hips moved with him and they both started panting hard as they dry-humped each other. He moved harder, taking care to hit her clit eachtime.

If anyone saw them now, they’d assume they were actually fucking each other’s brains out. They wouldn’t be completely wrong. He smirked, and his dragon growled its approval, trying to coax him into taking more, to penetrate her maddeningheat.

Did she know how close he was to givingin?

Her body shuddered and a thick liquid coated his cock. His nostrils flared, taking in her delicious scent. His own release followed. Damn, how long had it been since he’d come in minutes? Not since he’d been a youth, centuries ago, but her scent, the feel of her, her voice - it had all been toomuch.

“I…” she started and gave up on words afterthat.

His forehead dropped to hers and he closed hiseyes.

“Yeah, me, too,” was all he said, because it somehow summed up how fucked, confused, and unhinged hefelt.

17

The Danger

Talia had liked keepingto her handsome room for a few hours of peace by herself the previous day. Now she hated it. Abhorred it. Instead of enjoying the incredibly rich library at her disposal here, or simply, quietly, thinking of the new world she’d just entered - a world she loved - she stared at the ceiling, playing that kiss, and everything else Vincent had done to her, over and over in her mind. Her legs were crossed tight, her core, boiling, her breasts, heavy,needy.

She knew of this. She knew of lust. She’d read about it. Never had she believed it to be such a heady, unyielding, powerful spell she couldn’t break free of. The way he’d feltthere.So thick and hot and big. She bit her lip and blushed. Part of her wanted to stop thinking of it at all. Another part ofher…

He’s not far, somewhere close, in the family wing. Just a little locator spell and you could joinhim…

Her Shadow was the worst influence,ever.

But why not, indeed? She was an adult, with needs she perfectly comprehended, although they’d never been awakened before. Before him. Before his hands and his lips and hiscock.

A knock on her door thankfully pulled her from herreverie.

“What have you been up to this morning?” Aleria asked, walking in. “I went to see you before heading towards the clinic withElza.”

Talia felt her whole body heatup.

“With the Archduke and his wife.” Why she didn’t mention Vincent, she’d never know. “We had tea and spoke of a potential position for me here. They think I could be of use as amage.”

“From what I saw at the clinic, that’s right. I’ll prioritize seeing to the issue with those births, but it was hell, Tali-bear.”

Her sister looked exhausted. Another thing that had never occurred with the poised, perfect Aleria in their hometown. She had changed so much since their departure - they bothhad.

“There was a birth today. Xandrie helped Elza. Sister, you should have seen it. The dragonling was moving like no other child I’ve ever seen in his mother’s womb. Writhing like a trapped wild thing. But Xandrie just put her hands on the belly, and talked softly.” There were tears in her eyes. “She just said sweet nonsense and it calmed down. The mom and baby are just fine. She does so well here, but there’s only one of her and a whole Kingdom with dying mothers. This needsfixing.”

“What do you think,then?”

Aleria smiled. “Short term, I’ll have to work on a potion drunk by the mothers to keep their babies quiet before birth. Something that couldn’t harm the child, of course. I’d be of more use if I were analchemist.”

Talia had to snort. “No one compares to you at craftingpotions.”

“In Malek,” Aleria added, rolling her eyes. “But, long term, the root cause needs addressing, too. Everyone says that this development happened a few short centuries ago - the mortality rate was much lower in the past. I talked to that Elder man.” It was Aleria’s turn to blushnow.

“Nathos?” Taliasupplied.

“Yes, him. We chatted, and came to the conclusion that it could be due to a lack of fresh blood - there are only about twelve original dragon families. By mating with their own kind over the last millennium, they’ve become a little inbred around the edges. He offered to draw a list comparing ‘pure’ dragon lines to those which have been mixed with other shifters and humans, even elves and faes. If it’s clear that only the pure dragon families are affected, we’ll have our answer. It’ll be a matter of studying and correcting the genetic defects. Again, they’ll need a scientist, rather thanme.”

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