Falling Dragons (#3 Moon Shadows) (17 page)

Her scream of utter pleasure and pain filled the bathroom, her body trembling, the ping of ties snapping into place as her heart aligned with his. His cock flexed inside her as he came, her pussy milking him until he was fully spent.

“Nothing like a bonding to make a man feel alive.” Simon shifted slightly. He licked her wound before raising his head, meeting her gaze. “I can feel the beat of your heart as if it is my own.”

“Not everyone is so blessed to find the other part of their soul. In human terms, it’s a bond closer than marriage.” She moaned as he slipped his cock from her slippery depths, gently setting her on her feet.

“Does this mean we can forgo the wedding and skip straight to the honeymoon?”

“Don’t count on it, buddy. I’ve always wanted to wear an emerald green, short wedding dress.”

She slapped his wet chest when he rolled his eyes. “Why am I not surprised? My dragon is a fashion queen. I’ll still kill anyone who looks at you, even cross-eyed.”

“I love it when you get blood thirsty and possessive.”

“Humm,” he breathed, pulling her back from the wall. “Can I be blood thirsty and possessive tomorrow? Quite frankly, all the demon killing, being poisoned, and bonding has taken its toll. I’m not a young man anymore, and I need my bed and new dragon blanket.”

“I am not your blanket.”

“Fine.” He swung her up into his arms, marching from the shower, pausing only to grab a towel and quickly rub both of them down. He grinned salaciously. “I’ll be your blanket. I prefer you under me anyway.”

Opie shrieked as he once again threw her onto the bed. “Pervert!”

“I know, baby, but you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

Opie sighed, and faced the fact it was true.

One week later...

Warm Australian sun beat down on Opie’s spread wings, which she flapped as instructed. Her eyes focused on her mate as she slowly rose a few feet from the ground. Her heart fluttered at his proud smile.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing great! Can you go a little higher now?”

She flapped and obeyed her mate’s gentle command as the ground grew smaller. She no longer felt dizzy, but she did feel an overwhelming need to please her lover and mate. Her self-assured confidence grew daily, replacing the pain and agony from her past with wonderful happy memories to cherish. Simon embraced her dragon side and loved her despite her quirks, keen fashion sense, and the tendency to want to argue all the time.

“Are you sure you won’t let me go crush those responsible for this?” She heard Brimstone the Crusher ask Simon for the umpteenth time.

Brimstone and his lovely mate, Amber, had opened their home to them in outback Australia. He and Slade assisted Simon in helping her to overcome her fear of heights and learn to fly as a dragon should.

Once Opie confessed to her fellow dragons what her father and brothers had done, which had enraged every male dragon present, they sent word to Brimstone’s King, outlining the circumstances of Opie’s cruel treatment at the hands of her father. In return, the Firestrong King himself offered his protection to her and her mate. It was a huge weight off her shoulders. She no longer panicked when she spotted another dragon, as there were many in this Australian home, guarding one of the rare portals between realms.

Opie never realised that normal dragon males were protective and caring towards their females.

“Drinks!” called a waddling Amber. She carried a tray of glasses and a jug tinging with ice. Brimstone raced over to his pregnant mate to relieve her of the tray before guiding her under the shelter to protect her human skin from the sun.

Opie set her dragon feet back on the desert floor and changed back. Simon slung his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She sighed when he broke away. “You’re amazing. You’ll be swooping and diving all over the place in no time.”

They joined Amber and Brimstone, taking the offered strawberry lemonade.

“I thought you’d like to know that Slazzamar called. The Agency raided Jones’ basement in London and rescued any Outer Realm creatures still being held there, just before a police raid,” Amber informed them. “The police raid is splashed all over the news. With the human remains and labs they’ve discovered, they’re issuing an international arrest warrant.”

Simon snorted. “Yeah, unless they visit hell, I doubt they’ll find him.”

“You never did tell me how you two met.” Amber smiled at them as Simon sat down, pulling Opie into his lap.

“She fell on me.”

“I fell on him.”

They both said at the same time. Amber laughed. “A falling dragon. Hey, I know that’s going to make a great new story.”

“I never could resist a damsel in distress, being an ex-Viking king, after all.”

Amber smiled. “So, with the Akkadin Amulet now safely hidden and no current threat of demon invasion, what are you two going to do?”

“I was thinking of opening a fashion store in London.” Opie shrugged, her mind going over the possibilities of some sexy outfits to drive Simon to distraction later on.

Amber groaned. “Please tell me something more tasteful than Slazzamar and Darren’s t-shirt printing business.”

Opie laughed, eyeing one of Darren’s gifts plastered on Brimstone’s XXXL shirt.
‘Don’t fuck with a dragon, because you taste good with barbecue sauce.’

“It is a good business.” Brimstone nodded thoughtfully, gently rubbing Amber’s swollen belly.

“You see, no taste,” Amber confirmed with a fond smile at her mate. “But I love him anyway.”

Brimstone just grunted, draining his glass.

“I’m afraid, sweetheart, you’ll have to get someone else to run it if you do,” Simon piped in.

Opie frowned, glancing at her mate. “Why is that, Mr. Ex-Viking king? I have excellent taste in women’s clothes.”

“We have other things to focus on first, like that half a dozen kids I want.”

Opie rolled her eyes, even if a thrill did run down her spine at the mere thought of carrying her and Simon’s children. “Half a dozen! I never knew they came by the carton!”

“We’ll aim for twins, or maybe triplets.”

“Do you always have sex on the brain? All you can think about is knocking me up!”

“You try going without it for a few hundred years. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

Opie turned to straddle Simon’s lap. “Well, I can certainly help with that.”

“Come on, big boy, we’d better leave the honeymoon couple to sort things out on their own.”

“But they—”

“Brimstone, take me inside now.”

“Of course, my lady.”

Opie licked her lips. “We should apologise for being rude guests.”

“They understand. So, shall we go and make some more magic?” Simon pulled her closer, his lips lingering a hair’s breadth from hers. “This is our honeymoon after all, isn’t it?”

Unable to contain her hungry need, she pressed her lips to his.

Warm, happy and loved—it was indeed a magic that would never end.

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Angela Castle, is an award winning author of sexy paranormal, and science fiction erotic romance. She has been tantalizing readers with her drool-worthy, macho alpha aliens, and big cat shifters, for the past few years.

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