“You feel so good,” I said, unable to keep still. “So good.”
I gasped when he pressed me against the cool wall and grabbed me behind the knees. Ram’s cock plunged deeper into me, filling me up and making me holler in sharp, beautiful pleasure. I could feel the pressure of his hold, the stretch of muscles, and it only added to how incendiary our fucking felt. Oh, god, I was going to come!
With his cock punching into me and him holding my thighs wide apart, I arched against the wall and came with aragged yell of blissful release. My cock spat all over my abs, come dribbling down and making me shiver even more. I managed to peel my eyes open in time to see Ram throw his head back as his cock shoved deep, something damn close to to a roar working its way from his throat. My sexy dragon claiming me…
He seemed reluctant to withdraw and help me back onto my feet. Understandable since we were big cuddlers after sex, but this time we had a party to get back to.
“Think you might be able to worship my new leg later?” I asked as I cleaned up.
Ram grunted, grinning at me in the mirror. “I will do whatever you wish to any and every part of your body.”
I bit my bottom lip in anticipation and started getting dressed.
The second we came through the door back into the party, Owen Devin, the ship captain’s mate, hollered, “You’re not going to believe this!” He pointed at a monitor on the wall that everyone was watching.
“What?” I hurried over with Ram, worried something awful had happened.
“Svalnorland’s queen just declared the island a haven for Norlons.”
“A haven? What does that mean?”
“She’s welcoming any and all Norlons who’d like to make a home on Earth to live in Svalnorland.”
“Seriously?” I could hardly believe it. Not that the Norlons didn’t deserve it, but the fact that anywhere was so accepting made me instantly suspicious. I didn’t like that about myself, but there it was.
“Wait,” Logan said, peering at the screen. “WhereisSvalnorland?”
Squire Landry, who’d recently returned with his mate from Nor, pointed at a tiny map on the screen. “It’s between Greenland and Iceland there,” he said with his cute Louisiana accent. “Totally Nordic. I think they used to be big with fishing but the international laws did something that made the industry die out.”
And there went my suspicions. “Are they trying to make a comeback by being the alien hub on Earth? Like for tourism?”
“Ew,” Squire said with a wincing expression, “I hope not. But…maybe?”
Prince Ye Lena came over and said, “I must go learn more about this development, but I do wish you the happiest of birthdays, Quincy.”
“Oh, yeah, thank you.” I shook his hand when he offered it. “Do you need to go, too?” I asked Ram.
Ram looked to the prince, who shook his head. “I’ve heard nothing about this, so let me make contact with Svalnorland’s queen before we call in anyone else.”
The prince stopped on his way toward the door to kiss Logan before he was gone.
“That’s weird,” I said, “that the queen didn’t reach out to our prince first, right? She went to the news instead? Or I guess had a press conference…” I gestured at the monitor where a recording of the queen addressing reporters was playing now.
Administrator Rijal, a muscular Khess who was Squire’s mate, said, “It is possible she had no way of reaching us except this. I can’t recall anyone from Svalnorland being on any of the calls I’ve had.”
Squire grinned at his mate. “That could be because prostitution is legal in Svalnorland.”
“I like them already,” Rijal said with a chuckle.
I had a feeling a whole lot of Norlons were going to like a whole lot of Svalnorlanders in the very near future.
Logan went to get another slice of cake. “Well, if this all works out, I’m going to need to buy a parka.”
Owen was still watching the news coverage as he asked, “Isn’t Greenland the one covered in ice and Iceland is the one that’s green?”
“I think so,” Squire said, “but Iceland is still cold and so is Svalnorland.”
“Well, all the furry Norlons should be fine,” Logan said, “but how do Ceros fair in the ice and snow?”