With a grunt, Grant took hold of her hips and moved quickly. As flesh slapped against flesh, both human and dragon hummed at the way he filled her at this angle. And oddly, being restrained and defeated made her dragon purr.
No doubt, that would cause trouble in the future.
Grant moved a hand in front of them and lightly brushed her bundle of nerves. All rational thought left her brain as he continued to rub and move his hips.
Even her dragon moaned aloud.
Pleasure rushed through her body as Grant yelled behind her. His orgasm only made her body spasm harder until she could bare
ly handle the pleasure.
When she finally came down from the high, she slumped against the bed. Her dragon said, He has earned the right for now. You can handle him for a bit. Otherwise, we’ll never conceive his young. If he gets distracted by our beautiful body, I might break one or both of his arms.
Faye moved to the front of her mind and laughed out loud. Grant’s voice, minus the extra dragon huskiness, asked, “What?”
“Unlock me.”
Her dragon added, We still need him. If you don’t start fucking him in the next minute, I will try again.
The handcuffs fell away. Grant stepped back and hoisted her to her feet. When she saw his face, she gasped. His nose was swollen with dried blood at the nostrils. “You should see a doctor.”
Grant pulled her against his body. “And risk your dragon’s wrath or my own? I think not. You’ll just have to put up with my new look.”
She snorted. “Wait until I tell the story later.”
He growled. “Forget about later. Kiss me now, Faye, or who knows what our dragons will do.”
As much as she wanted to tease her mate, Faye wasn’t about to test her beast’s temper. “Then kiss me, Grant, and show our beasts how fantastic sex can be without violence.”
He winked before he took her lips. Faye forgot about everything else as the male she loved treasured her mouth and slowly lowered her to the bed once more.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Twelve Days Later
Faye peeked over at Grant. “We should’ve waited to do this.”
He tugged her the final distance to Lorna MacKenzie’s house. “I consider my wounds love bites, courtesy of your dragon.”
She scanned his mostly healed black eye and slightly crooked nose. “Everyone is going to ask what happened. Are you sure your mother can handle it?”
He didn’t get a chance to answer because Fraser stood in the doorway and yelled, “It’s true. You two have finally emerged from the den of naughtiness.”
Faye took a deep breath. She was going to need all the strength she could muster to handle her brothers.
Grant leaned down to her ear. “I’m almost thinking you’re not ready for this. Are you too tired?”
She rolled her eyes. “I am days pregnant. Don’t start with me or I’ll let my dragon handle you.”
Her beast huffed. Stop using me as a threat. What happens between me and Grant’s dragon is special. Don’t ruin it.
At least her dragon had changed her mind about Grant. Of course, it had taken them fighting and pinning each other down to do it.
Fraser closed the distance and whistled at Grant’s face. “I didn’t foresee you losing to a girl.”
Faye narrowed her eyes. “I’m not a girl, Fraser. I’m a warrior. Now, shut it before I tell Mum what really happened to her old music box.”
Fraser rounded to face her. “Oh, aye? Go ahead. As long as I keep Holly by my side, Mum won’t scold me.” He nodded solemnly. “Yes, that would be bad for the baby.” He lowered his voice and directed his next words at Grant. “You should remember that one.”