Page 57 of Princess Seeks Dragon

“Worth it,” Graham grunts, grabbing the box successfully this time. He slides the ring over my finger and holds my hand to his chest. “My mate. My wife.”

“I can’t believe it. I turn down a proposal from a stranger this week only to end up accepting one from a dragon,” I giggle.

“I won’t even tell you what my week was like,” Graham snorts.

“Can we go back to the delicious double-stuffing now? Please?” I flutter my fingers under his nose, showing off my ring.

“Abso-bloody-lutely.” Graham pounces on me and turns me onto my knees.

With a little screech of pleasure, I feel his tongue slide across my clit and through my soaking entrance as he holds my thighs apart with his talons, and then he sheaths himself inside.

In this position, all of his dragon strength and size come into play. One hand grips my hip and the others shove his cocks inside my entrance, the girth making me cry out. My knees spread as my mind spirals, and the only thing registering is the buzz of pleasure that comes every time he moves.

“Such a perfect pussy, made to wrap around me in both forms,” Graham crows.

I sneak a look back at him as he throws his head back, hair streaming back between his horns, forked tongue lolling. “What about your third?” I tempt, panting as I push back against him, because yes, I am a glutton for punishment.

“Oh, I doubt there’s any way that you could accommodate me as a full dragon, love. But if my treasure would ever sleep naked against me, I’d keep you warm, tucked under my wing, and my heart would be full.”

Such a beautiful speech, and It’s all I can do not to be crude and say, “Not as full as my pussy.” By a sheer miracle, I don’t. I don’t even know if I could make words at this point. Graham slams into me harder and faster as I loosen around him, and I feel a mixture of our essences leaking from me, coating my inner thighs. “We’re ruining the carpet,” I say. Or at least, I try to say. It comes out as jumbled mush and moaning.

“I’ll have it professionally cleaned. I’ll have the place covered in grass seed and make an Eden for you, treasure of mine,” Graham cries and plugs me, locked in deep.

I almost collapse under him, thighs and knees giving out as the spiraling, buzzing pleasure seems to suddenly pop. I spasm and feel an echoing twitch from Graham before I’m absolutely flooded.

“Wow,” I whisper, sinking down, stretched out like a yawning cat.

“How soon can I add a gold wedding band to your finger?” Graham asks.

“Impatient wing-a-ling,” I giggle.

“You like my wings. They can take us on a honeymoon anywhere this side of the Atlantic, after all.”

“We can’t get married until I know where my mom is going to be. Or Ronnie. Or your brother and sister-in-law. Oh, God, what if they hate me? I just ruined their carpet!”

“Weruined the carpet. I guess from now on I can only claim you in our own bed. In our house.”

“Which will be... where?” I ask.

“Oh, Pine Ridge, I imagine. Picture it, Angela...”

Graham paints a picture, but I’m drifting away as he picks me up and carries me back to bed.

He’ll partner with his brother again, who always wanted him to come back to the family business, and back to the family, period. We’ll have little ones to play with baby Murdo Graham Lewis Kane. We’ll have a home of our own... Not so very grand.

My castle will be smaller, but I’ll always be his princess, he says.

“You’ll always be my dragon,” I promise, then fall asleep with my hand curled through his.

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