As Tristan slowly moved in and out of her core, it took everything she had to keep from moaning. Somehow she managed to say, “We don’t have time for you to tease. Fuck me now, Tristan, or we’re leaving.”
With a growl, Tristan lifted her, placed her on the table, and spread her legs. The next second, her panties were ripped in half. She barely said, “That’s better,” when Tristan freed his cock and thrust into her pussy.
Biting her lip harder, Tristan moved, not wasting any time. His actions were hard and fast, in the single-mindedness she’d learned to love. When his eyes flashed to dragon slits and back again, she knew his inner beast was helping him.
Then her mate moved a hand to her clit and circled the hard nub. Placing her hands behind her, Melanie leaned back and widened her legs. Tristan increased his pace and the pressure against her clit. She moaned quietly before whispering, “I’m close.”
Pinching her, Melanie’s orgasm hit her as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Tristan never ceased thrusting his hips, and each movement of his cock—as her pussy clenched and released—only increased the pleasure.
Then Tristan stilled and gave a closed-mouth roar as he spilled inside her, sending her into another orgasm.
When she finally came down, Tristan remained inside her as he pulled her close. He kept his voice low. “I think we should add sex in strange places to our bi-weekly date nights.”
She was too content to frown. “Something tells me you already have a list a mile long of places for us to try.”
“But of course.”
His matter-of-fact tone made her smile. “Then maybe I’ll think about not wearing any underwear for date nights.”
He grunted. “I don’t think you should ever wear underwear.”
Snuggling into Tristan’s chest, she laughed. “Of course you would.”
Tristan kissed the top of her head. “Even when you wear underwear, I still love you.”
She shook her head against his chest. “You’re such a man, Tristan MacLeod.”
He leaned back to cup her cheek and stroke her skin with his thumb. “No, love, I’m a dragonman. Get used to it.”
Smiling, she looked at her mate with every ounce of love she possessed. “I don’t think I’d have it any other way.”
As Tristan gave her a slow, gentle kiss, Melanie knew every day would seem like a happy ending as long as she had her dragonman by her side.
Epilogue
Two Weeks Later
Melanie studied the crowd from her vantage point inside the guard’s shelter at the main gate to Stonefire. What had once been fifty people had turned into five hundred.
As much as she appreciated the support, the large groups of people showing up every day were making it difficult for anyone to enter the gates and she was expecting some very important guests in the next thirty minutes.
Tristan called out behind her, “Your daughter is awake and wants you.”
Mel forced her eyes from the window to Tristan, who was crouched over the playpen.
Annabel made a few baby coos and unintelligible chatter. Mel couldn’t resist her daughter’s one-sided conversations and walked over to her mate.
Tristan rubbed Mel’s back as she leaned over the playpen and smiled at her daughter. “Someone’s being chatty.” Reaching down, she scooped up her baby girl and settled her on her hip. “But let’s try not being too loud or your brother will be cranky. I’d rather yo
ur grandparents not have to deal with cranky pants straightaway.”
Annabel made a high-pitched squeal and Tristan chuckled. “I don’t think Anna wants to be told what to do.”
Mel shot her mate a suspicious look. “You’re encouraging her when I’m not around, aren’t you? She’s definitely going to be Daddy’s little girl.”
Tristan shrugged. “I need someone on my team when she’s older. I can’t have it always being three against one.”
Unable to keep the frown on her face, Melanie laughed. “Oh, I’m working on that. With the twins on my side, we can get rid of that crappy, battered chair in the living room. I swear I’ll have to pry your dead body out of it otherwise.”