Embers (Scales 'N' Spells 4)

One finger became two and then three. Still not enough. They needed their dragon. Now.

“Please, Gunter,” Nikki whimpered, lips brushing against his as they begged for more.

“Yes,” Gunter grunted. He knocked Nikki’s hand away and shifted so the head of his dick pressed against their hole, demanding entrance. Nikki was only too happy to let him inside.

They slid slowly onto Gunter, the stretch, burn, and absolute fullness knocking the breath from their lungs. Gunter swore, but he didn’t try to control Nikki’s descent. His hands gripped their hips to steady them, but that was all. Nikki was in control and they loved it.

With one hand holding Gunter’s shoulder, Nikki experimented moving slowly up and then slamming down fast, then slow up and down. Maybe a little roll of the hips. All of it had Gunter swearing and sweating and begging as their ass caressed his dick.

“So sexy. Everything about you is so sexy,” Gunter gritted out.

“I feel sexy and powerful when I’m with you,” Nikki said breathlessly. They were so lost in pleasing Gunter, driving him straight to the edge, they’d not realized how close they were to coming. The electric tingle was building at the base of their spine, and they just needed a little more to go flying.

“So perfect. I love you, Nikki. Love you so very much,” Gunter roughly whispered.

Gunter’s words cracked their control. “Fuck! Gunter, please.”

The dragon thrust his hips upward, driving in deep while his fingers dug in hard enough to bruise. But it was enough to make them shatter. Nikki screamed as their orgasm exploded like a thousand fireworks through their body. Gunter continued to slam hard into their pulsing body and quickly followed with his own shouts.

Nikki collapsed on Gunter’s chest, their breathing ragged and the world spinning. The stickiness between them was proof Nikki had managed to come without touching their own dick. They would have laughed if they could catch their breath. Their mate was too sexy for their own good.

“Expert. Dragon. Rider,” Gunter panted.

Nikki cackled and kissed the little spot behind Gunter’s ear that always made their dragon purr. Of course, they could already hear Gunter’s dragon rumbling happily in their head.

They didn’t know how long they stayed cuddled up, but Nikki’s legs were starting to cramp, and there was a chance they were going to be stuck together. Reluctantly, Nikki lifted their head and grinned at their mate. “You’re amazing.”

Gunter’s returning smile was softer and sweeter. “So are you. I was just thinking, I’ll never be able to work in this room without thinking of us on this couch.”

“That is a very good memory to have.”

“I have a feeling I won’t be building much; I’ll be spending more time looking for you to relive the memory.”

Something warm and fuzzy unfurled in Nikki’s chest. They leaned in to kiss the tip of Gunter’s nose. “Then I guess I’ll just have to stay close so you can always find me.”

“This is an excellent plan.”

“I love you, my sexy dragon.”

“And I love you, my explosive mage.”

Six months later…

Gunter rolled his eyes at himself as he trudged up the stairs to what had once been the ballroom. Why he’d thought to check the mage workshop or the greenhouse for Nikki was beyond him. The sun was setting, and his mate liked to end the day in one place.

The nursery.

From the doorway, it took Gunter only a second to spot the lithe blond standing beside Sora and Ravi as the wind dragon cooed and made funny faces at the large bassinet-shaped incubator. Even from across the room, Gunter could see the warm golden glow that surrounded it, protecting and nurturing the occupants inside.

Gunter quietly crossed the room and stopped at the overstuffed chair currently occupied by Sora’s mother, Yuki. While it took a minimum of seven mages constantly feeding a single incubator energy, usually only one or two mages were present most of the time to watch over the infants.

“How are the little ones doing today?” he asked, barely talking over a whisper. There was something about the atmosphere that demanded a low speaking voice.

Yuki looked up from her knitting and smiled. “Less trouble than the parents.”

Gunter bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing and admired the tiny booty she was working on. In the past five months, Yuki had pretty much moved into the nursery and produced a steady stream of booties, caps, sweaters, and blankets, as if the little ones were in danger of freezing to death once they came out of the incubators. Well, at least one of them definitely wouldn’t.

Gunter gazed around the room, smiling at the transformation that had taken place. Several shelves had been moved in along with a couple of sturdy tables. The shelves were stocked with countless magical supplies, while the tables were used for pulling together those spells.