“I want you,” she said. “With me. Right now.”
Morgan grinned, and then rolled to his back. Before she could make her way to him, he pulled her into his arms, lifting her so she straddled his hips. She marveled again at how very little she likely weighed to him, and then she was overwhelmed by his strength as he lifted his hips up between her legs, his hard cock nudging at her channel.
“God, you're beautiful,” he murmured, and there was just a little awe in his voice. “And mine.”
On the last word, he thrust up in to her, and Harper gasped at being filled so completely. Her flesh was sensitive from Morgan's mouth before, but the sensitivity only sizzled to heat as Morgan thrust up into her again and again. It felt good, so very good, but she didn't think she would come again until Morgan lifted one hand from her hip and pressed his thumb against her clit.
“Oh…please…”
She was lost in the low beginning of her third orgasm when Morgan growled and spilled deep inside her. It was a primal claiming, something deep and perfect, and his climax brought on hers with a vengeance. Harper ended up draped over Morgan's chest, breathing so hard she was nearly sobbing with how good it was, his arms around her and a peace she had never known settling into her bones.
Mine, she thought wildly. My mate. My mate, forever, mine...
Chapter Eighteen
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When Morgan tried to move, Harper clung to him, making a soft protesting noise that struck him as incredibly adorable.
“You're going to be sore if you stay where you are,” he said.
“Lies,” she grumbled, but she shifted to one side.
The moment they pulled apart, Morgan felt an immediate sense of loss and longing to be buried in her again, but he pushed it away. They actually couldn't spend all their time having sex, but he suspected that they would be giving it a fair shot.
He leaned in to pull her towards him, but he was suddenly struck by the picture of her, replete and satisfied, on his hoard, every dragon's dream. He understood then why dragons had hoards. It was so they would have something worthy to offer their mates.
“What do you want, love?” he asked, and she smiled.
“You.”
“You've got me,” he answered immediately. “What else?”
“You're going to laugh at me.”
“I might,” he said, “but that doesn't mean I won't do it.”
“I don't want to hurt you.”
Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't that. He tilted his head to one side.
“Do you…have an interest in whips and chains? Because I'm not altogether adverse -”
“Not really, nothing like that, but…” Harper took a deep breath. “Could I see you in your dragon form?”
He stared at her for a moment. The future loomed over him. There would be a time coming very soon when he wouldn't be able to accommodate this request. Perhaps he should have been more conflicted, but right now, all that mattered was how much he wanted to show her who he was while he still could.
“Of course.”
Harper's eyes lit up like stars, and he felt something squeeze in his chest that he knew would not let go, would never let go. Maybe it was fate or destiny or some kind of forgotten biological trigger, but first and foremost it was love.
“I didn't want to ask. I didn't know how you would feel about it.”
“You should always ask,” he said, and he didn't say that she should ask while he could still do what she wanted.
Instead he rose and backed away from her, already beginning to shift as he did so. The cavern was plenty big enough for his full form, and he pulled back, stretching up to his full height, letting his tail curl against the wall behind him. It occurred to Morgan that it was the first time in decades that he had not transformed for a fight of one sort or another.
Not since that rogue, he thought absently, and then he looked down to see Harper approaching him, her eyes wide.
“Oh, you're beautiful,” she said, and he brought his head down to the ground, letting her approach with her hand outstretched. Her utter fearlessness in the face of his size was enthralling, and he held himself as still as a statue as she ran her hand from his snout down to the sensitive areas under his eyes.
“Your eyes are the same color as when you're in your human shape,” she said, and he made a purring sound in pleasure.
Morgan came to rest with his body draped over his treasure. It was how his ancestors had spent most of their time when they weren't flying or fighting, resting on their gold, dreaming of more. Harper walked back and forth, examining the thicker armored plates that protected his throat and belly, gently rubbing the scales no larger than her fingernails that made up the more flexible parts of his hide.
“So beautiful,” she murmured almost to herself, and Morgan lolled over on his side, making her laugh.
“Such a splendid beast. I almost don't mind that you kidnapped me away from my kingdom. Whatever knight they send after me can take his damned time.”
Morgan snorted at the idea of any knight managing to take her away from him, and then the snort turned into a wide-mouthed yawn. He shut his mouth abruptly, remembering that even the dragon-blooded didn't always like to be so close to so many large and numerous teeth, but Harper was gazing at him with wonder and adoration.
“You're a very strange woman,” he said, and he knew she understood what he meant because she smiled brilliantly and came to rest against his foreleg.
“And you look like a tired dragon.” she said softly. “You look like you want a nap.”
Morgan was reluctant even as he settled more firmly on the gold. He didn't want to spend any of his last lingering time as a dragon asleep and unaware, but the idea
