When his dragon wasn’t near the edge as he was in the moment, Bram knew his beast would agree the upcoming months would be some of the happiest of their lives, even without sex. Bloody dragon. I’m trying.
Bram gave Evie’s breast one gentle squeeze before he roamed down her belly and to her clit. Rubbing in hard, slow circles, Evie finally raised her head again with a cry. “Yes, harder.”
Pressing against her swollen bud, he increased his pace with his thumb and his hips. As Evie moaned, he smiled. His mate always did prefer double stimulation. “Are you ready to come for me, love? I want to feel you grip my dick.”
In the first few months of their mating, it had taken a lot more torture with his fingers and tongue to get her to come for him. It still always surprised him when she whispered, “You know what I like. Do it, and I’ll come.”
With a growl, Bram stopped circling her clit and rubbed back and forth, increasing the pressure with each pass. Evie cried out, “Bram,” as her pussy clutched his cock as she came. Both man and beast reveled in the hot embrace.
Taking her hips with both hands, Bram let loose his dragon and together they pounded into their mate harder, as if it were the first time. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room and it increased the pressure at his spine. With a roar, he stilled inside Evie and came hard. Each jet of semen was a new claim on his mate, spinning her into orgasm after orgasm. He would never tire of her cries of pleasure.
When Evie wrung out the last drop from his cock, Bram laid his forehead on her shoulder and rubbed her belly in slow circles. “Did it work or do we need to try again? I’ll do it as many times as it takes to help bring about labor.”
Evie reached behind her and swatted his thigh. She drawled, “I’m sure that’s your main aim.”
Hearing the tiredness in her voice, Bram gently wrapped his arms around Evie and lifted until she was sitting on his lap. He kissed her damp neck before murmuring, “Of course. I’m clan leader and I’m always noble. Most especially when it comes to sex.”
She snorted and looked over her shoulder. “Sure, and I’m the queen of abstinence.”
The corner of his mouth ticked up and he placed a possessive hand over their baby. “Next you’re going to tell me this is a result of a turkey baster.”
Evie grinned and Bram stopped breathing. She was so bloody beautiful. Yet somehow he focused on her words as she answered, “I haven’t used that one yet. I think tomorrow I’ll start spreading it around, about how shy you are, so I had to use a turkey baster.”
Bram growled and hugged her tighter against him. “Do that and I really will pick Ninjamaster as the wee one’s middle name.”
Evie smiled and leaned against him. “Then hope the baby comes out soon. If I’m screaming and trying to push your giant dragon child out of my vagina, I won’t have a chance to spread the turkey baster rumor.”
He laid his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t want you to be in pain ever, Evie.” He held her even closer. “As it is, I might lose you.”
Evie shook her head. “Nonsense, Bram. We’re having only one child, I’m your true mate, and I’m healthy.”
His dragon huffed. Don’t upset her. She won’t die.
But you don’t know that. Look what happened to Melanie and she was both a true mate and healthy when she birthed the twins. Even so, her heart stopped beating for about thirty seconds.
Evie’s stubbornness alone will win out. You’ll see.
As Bram and Evie fell into a comfortable silence, Bram secretly hoped so. He’d had his true mate and best friend for less than a year. More than that, Murray needed his mum.
Kissing Evie’s cheek, Bram decided he would stop worrying and focus on lending Evie his strength. When the time came, she might just need it.
Chapter Two
Snapped out of her peaceful slumber with a sharp pain in her abdomen, Evie just barely managed to not cry out. She’d had a few Braxton Hicks contractions over the last week and the last thing she needed was for Bram to bang on Sid’s door and wake the dragonwoman doctor up when it was unnecessary.
Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her belly with one hand and waited.
After thirty seconds, the pain passed and she released her breath. Glancing to the clock, she noted the time.
Evie moved slowly to the edge of the bed, but before she could put her feet on the floor, Bram’s sleepy voice filled the room. “Is everything okay, Evie?”
“Can’t I go to the bathroom without you worrying?”
Bram reached over and patted her thigh. “No.”
With a sigh, she squeezed Bram’s hand. “Once I know I’m really in labor, I’ll let you know.”
“Then what was that sharp intake of breath a minute ago?”