Page 59 of Dragon His Heels
Adelbern chuckled. “You were shaking the rafters. Half the colony thought we were in the middle of an earthquake.”
Talia snickered. Gabe reached down, found her hand, and twined his fingers with hers.
“Well, now that we know it wasn’t a natural disaster, I’ll leave you two to work out the details.” Adelbern shuffled away, and Gabe blew out a breath.
“That was slightly awkward,” Talia said.
Gabe shrugged. “He didn’t see anything. And it isn’t the first time he’s caught me in a compromising position.”
“Not what I want to hear.”
He leaned forward and kissed her nose. She flattened her palm on his chest and then tightened it into a fist, twisting his shirt and pulling him close so they were eye to eye.
“Do you remember when I first brought Ruby to you?” she asked, narrowing her gaze. “And you said if you had to take a mate, I’m the one you’d choose?”
“Yeah.”
“And do you remember why you said that?”
“Uh…”
“Just so we’re clear: I’m not okay with you going off to get a piece of ass from someone else.”
He barked out a laugh and pulled her into his arms. “Good to know. And just so you know: no other woman has existed, as far as I’m concerned, since that first time we flew together. You are the only piece of ass I’ll ever be interested in, for the rest of my life.”
She smiled and kissed him.
“So you know what this means, right?” he asked.
“That we’re mates.”
“Fated mates.”
Her smile could only be described as sappy.
“Know what else it means?” he said, tugging on a lock of her hair.
She eyed him warily, like he was about to revert back to the reeve she’d been tolerating these past five years.
Not a chance.
“It means one of these days, I’m going to knock you up and you’re going to give me another kid.”
With a laugh, she swatted at his chest. “Don’t get ahead of yourself there, mister.”
He chuckled and swung his arm around her shoulder, guiding her toward the exit. “Come on, let’s go fly. Somebody recently told me that when fated mates fly together, it’s like foreplay.”
“Then we’re doing it backward.”
“No, we’re not.” He glanced down at her. “You didn’t think that was the only time tonight, did you?”
She snorted and then slapped a hand to his chest. “Wait a minute. You really want six kids?”
He laughed and grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the night, running across the lawn and shifting, soaring into the sky, his mate by his side.
Six?
We got this. Together.
Always.
