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And pregnant. And alone.
My petty victory cooled quickly.
I sighed and stretched beneath Ronson. "We have to make changes, Ronson."
"We do. We will. Lift your wings for me, mate."
I did so and Ronson shifted, pausing at my side, his gaze traveling slowly over me, lips faintly curved. When his eyes met mine at last, his smile stretched.
"What are you thinking?" I asked, gri
"That you are the most beautiful dragon, woman, omega, everything that I have ever had the incredible fortune to stumble across in my life," Ronson said, the answer soft and simple.
I blushed, but I didn't hide from him, just spread my wings a little more, shifting slightly to my side to offer him more to admire.
"If I recall correctly, I was the one who stumbled into you," I said.
Ronson laughed and bent, his arm circling my waist, lifting me up and over his lap. Our wings curled around us, meeting at the edges, the hooked talons at the top of the joints linking together like hands clasped.
"Right as usual, mate," he murmured, hiking me up slightly, our soft moans lost in a kiss as our bodies centered and joined in a smooth stroke. "Perfect as always. Mine."
"Yours," I whispered, gasping as our wings moved, dragon skin and velvet brushing together, a perfect private shelter created between them, light just barely stretching through the skin to make us a rosy cave to hide in. "As you are mine."
"Oh, yes," Ronson said, grunting as his hips hitched, grinding against me and making my own breath catch. "Yes, I've been yours ever since I caught you in my arms. Seduced by an ill-fitting corset."
It was patently absurd, so I hushed him with a kiss and held him deep inside me, rocking us softly to our pleasure.