There was something irresistible about an intimidating mountain of a male who turned into a teddy bear for his one and only. Knowing that Szaro would grow to be as big or bigger than his sire messed with my head big time. Going to the shower and seeing that beast of a male gently scraping the scales of the hood, back, and tail of Erastra with the porous stone they used to wash had me melting from the inside out. Many times, I caught one or the other trying to hide their face so we wouldn’t see the laughter they couldn’t suppress.īut whenever they weren’t picking on each other, they would cuddle in the sweetest way. When she had nothing to give him a hard time about, he would deliberately do something to egg her on. But then I realized it was a game between them. At first I’d feared their relationship had soured over the years the way she was always on his ass and criticizing one thing or another that he did, like she had with his molting.

If I had my way, we probably would have stuck around even longer. We ended up extending our stay in Tulma by another couple of days. I closed my eyes and fell asleep wearing a wistful smile. I tightened my embrace, my heart filling with affection and longing as pictures of my mate swelling with our offspring danced before my mind’s eye. I gently caressed her damp hair as she sighed with content, her head resting on my chest. She seemed so fragile, so vulnerable, and so trusting in her abandon. How I loved the feel of her like this, her body slick with sweat, thrumming from the pleasure I’d given her, clinging to me as if she wished we could be even closer, fused as one body and soul. I turned us around, cradling my trembling mate in my arms. Even though I hadn’t intended to do this, I reveled in the connection. My female wasn’t in her fertile period-her scent told me as much. It was a pointless endeavor at this time.

Regine abel i married a naga