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“Okay,” she said, giving in. “You’re such a good friend to us, Dev.”

She hugged me, her eyes tearing up, then straightened and wiped at them as happy voices and stomping feet shattered the quiet of the house. A moment later, little Holly came careening into the kitchen, covered in sand and mud and trailed by two equally dirty men.

“Dev! Clams!” She held up a wet bucket for me to admire, then started babbling to Sarah about her day at the beach.

“How was your last day of work, love?” Maks asked, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck and making me shiver.

He smelled like sun and sand and summer and Maks, and now that he was back I lost all interest in the peas and cinnamon. What had he just asked me? He was so… distracting. He gave a sexy laugh, hearing my thoughts through our bond.

“I need to take a shower, baby,” he said. “Want to join me?”

Did he even have to ask?



* * *



I followed Maks into the bathroom, his dragon’s heat moving through our bond and filling me up as I watched him undress. He could feel everything I wanted, and as soon as we got in the shower he pushed me down to my knees and let me take his cock in my mouth.

God, I loved the taste of him. Loved when he wasn’t quite hard yet, so I could fit more of him in my mouth, massage him with my tongue, feel his length growing and swelling as I sucked him harder, deeper, swallowing the salty-sweetness that started to leak out of him.

His breath started to quicken, and his hands tightened on my head. Everything about him excited me, but when I reached for my own cock, he pulled out of my mouth.

“Stop, baby,” he said, ignoring my whimper of protest. “I need to fuck you.” He pulled me up to my feet, sliding his hands down my wet skin and cupping my ass, then slipping a finger between my cheeks to tease my hole. “I need to be inside you,” he whispered, pushing into me easily.

“More,” I panted, wrapping myself around him.

My throbbing erection slid against his—heaven—and then he lifted me as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that his cock could slip underneath me, rubbing deliciously through my crease as he reached down and slicked his precum over his shaft as lubrication, lining himself up and teasing me with it until I begged.

“Maks, God, I haven’t seen you all day, please, don’t make me wait.”

He laughed indulgently, finally pushing inside me. I loved it when he did it this way, standing and holding me in his arms, fucking me deep and slow so that every stroke hit that sweet spot inside me that made my eyes roll back in my head. His heat flowed into me as his cock filled me, and when he held me like this I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but let it happen. I had no choice but to let the burning tension coil inside me as he kept up his relentlessly slow rhythm. I already knew it wouldn’t make any difference if I begged him to go faster. No matter what I said, he knew I liked it when he took control.

Sometimes it was hard to believe I’d gone my whole life without this, but I knew it wasn’t just sex that I’d become addicted to. It was him. My whole world reduced to the feel of him inside me, stirring up this fiery need with every stroke, until it was an inferno blazing inside me, threatening to burst and consume all my senses.

“Maks… please…” I panted.

His fingers dug into my ass, but he didn’t change his pace—and he wasn’t going to. He was going to force me to ride his cock, slow and steady, until I came apart. I could see what he intended through our bond. He was going to hold back until he made me shout his name. He wanted to swallow the sound of it, tasting my need for him as I came. He wanted to feel me tighten around him, and then go limp in his arms, dazed and sated and stretched open.

Ready to be used even harder.

Seeing it in his mind pushed me over the edge, and I gave him everything he wanted. I couldn’t do anything else. His name burst out of me and I shot over his chest, my vision whiting out as my ass clenched around him. He held me until I’d emptied myself, then pulled out, still hard, and carried me to the bed.

“On your hands and knees, Devin.”

As soon as I obeyed he pushed his cock into me again. This time, he was done with slow and steady, and I trembled around him, almost crying at the too-intense pleasure as he thrust in hard and hit my prostate. He leaned over my back, pinning my shoulders to the mattress and holding me down as he fucked me hard and fast, the way he knew I liked best.

I was going to scream, but I couldn’t. Not here. I fisted the bed covers in my hand, yanking them toward my face and biting down to muffle the sounds he pounded out of me.