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His lips trailed over my neck, his hand gliding down my side, then over my abs. He scooted closer as he sped up his pumps and reached around me, took my dick in hand, and started jerking me off.
His hands, his lips, and his cock rubbing against me were almost too much to take.
“Feels good,” he muttered near my ear, then sucked on the skin on the side of my neck.
His hips sped up again, and he moaned loudly.
And that was it.
Hearing how good it felt for him was my undoing. Pleasure shot through me, zipping through my body like a tidal wave. When it crashed, I yelled and came all over the couch and Miles’s hand.
My body quaked in his arms, tingles of bliss buzzing like tiny sparks all over my skin, as he moaned and spilled between my legs. He rode out his pleasure, and I held onto his arm, needing that connection as he panted in my ear.
He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight, and I held onto his arms, leaning back into him as we slowly relaxed.
He kissed the back of my neck, and I lifted his hand to kiss his palm, then looked over my shoulder and asked, “Want to go up to bed?”
He nodded and kissed my shoulder before getting off the couch.
I rolled onto my back and cringed. “Shit, I need to clean the couch up.”
He looked over his shoulder from where he was grabbing his clothes, and his eyes widened. “Oh my god, that’s like… so much cum.”
Our eyes met, and we burst into laughter… and I kept on laughing as we cleaned up and made our way to bed, snuggling together again under the covers.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Miles
The dragon egg was still going strong at my house, and so far, I hadn’t found anyone willing to take it. I had a nice setup that Fatma from The Ringshire Faerie Sanctuary helped me with, since she’d dealt with eggs and hatchlings before. She couldn’t take the dragon, though, because her sanctuary was already very full and there wasn’t enough land for a full-grown dragon. But she’d been willing to hook me up with everything I needed to build a suitable nest, plus she gave me some supplies and pointers for when the hatchling was born.
Since it was looking more and more likely that it would happen in my house before we found a better place for it.
For now, it was nice and snug in a nest filled with blankets, pillows, and heating pads in my living room.
Since it was safe and didn’t look to be hatching, Win and I came over to help Lyric.
We’d gone out to brunch with the twins and Lyric the day after the egg fiasco, and it’d been a nice time. We needed to get together with them again soon. And I really needed Higgins to come through.
Lyric had less than two days before the animal and faerie shelter was sending their inspector. They were close to being ready, but we came over to help out with the last-minute things.
The guy was coming on Tuesday morning, and if all went well, Lyric would be bringing a baby griffin home that afternoon.
The biggest job we had to do was setting up a big net in the backyard so the griffin had a safe place to fly and couldn’t get out of the yard. We were still working on that because we’d had to wait for supplies to come in.
We’d already helped Lyric set up several perches throughout the house—just like my house—plus a bunch of other little things they had to do to make it griffin-safe.
We finished setting up the last post that would hold the outdoor net, and Lyric fell to the ground, dramatically clutching their chest like they were dying. “Oh my goooooooddddd, that was sooooo rough.”
Winter snorted. “Yeah, it was really difficult to just stand there, holding the post while I did everything else.”
Lyric looked at him. “You’re right, it was.”
That made me laugh, and my phone rang, startling me. I glanced at the screen. “I should probably take this.”
Lyric waved me away from the ground. Win gave me a nod, but he was distracted, still examining the post to make sure it was in all the way.
I walked to the other side of the yard, answered the call, and said, “Hello?”
