Page 39 of Princess Seeks Dragon

Graham stops kissing my shoulder. “Shall we stop?”

“Sure. Yeah. That’s smart.”

But neither of us let go.

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IT’S THAT OLD GAME.

You hang up.

No, you.

No,you.

Only this isn’t a call that I can end. The pull of treasure drives a dragon to madness. “I don’t want to let you go,” I confess.

“Good. I don’t want to let you go, either. I was trying to be sensible,” Angela confesses. “I didn’t want you to think I was slutty.”

My tail lashes and wings flare back in anger when she talks about herself like that. “Never speak about my mate like that!”

“Mate sounds primitive—and permanent.” Angela’s voice is a squeak as I survey her naked curves as she steps away from me. Steps toward her bed.

I wish she wouldn’t do that. Look so timid. Between her posture that screams “prey,” her body that screams “mate me,” and the amulet that declares “Mine!” I’m barely making words.

“Did you want someone to cast you aside when he was done with you?” I growl.

She shakes her head.

“Don’t you deserve forever?” I stalk closer, feeling the ridges of scales that hide my cocks starting to split apart, waiting to let them out.

“I... I want forever, but with the right person.”

It’d be so much simpler if I could tell her that the amulet chose her for me, if I could explain how sacred that bit of silver dangling between her plump, perfect breasts is. “Grant me the chance to prove it. If I guard ye, protect ye, and please ye... you’ll be mine to protect and treasure for always?”

She likes the idea; I can see it in her starry eyes, in her awed expression. “But... We just met.”

“And you’d just met your Mr. Mafia, too,” I counter, hand reaching for her, landing gently on the wet curl of hair that falls to her shoulder. “And he didn’t offer to lay his empire at your feet and cast all other consorts aside?”

“No. Not at all.”

Hmph. Human men don’t know a damn thing about courting.

“That sounds fair,” she says in a hoarse voice. “An offer I don’t want to refuse.”

I don’t tell her that less than an hour ago, I was sure she’d greet my halfling form with cries of terror or disgust, and I’d been ready to gloat over my being right about how inferior human women were.

Her hand lands on my thigh as I stand by the bed, and my thoughts shatter apart. The only thing I can focus on now is her.

Sweet, soft butterscotch skin in contrast to the purple scales she’s touching. “Really not afraid?”

She shakes her head.

I arch one eyebrow as I reach a careful talon down to trace over her face. Her eyes close in bliss as I drag my thumb across her lower lip. “Does the princess prefer the dragon?” I breathe.

A single nod as her lips close around my thumb and send me cloud-high, the tickle of her tongue on the armor of my scales so intimate, so erotic.

“I’m different than other men,” I warn, immediately wishing I hadn’t. It sounds so obvious.

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