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  “You’re ovulating,” he murmured, undoing the silver buttons of his black dress uniform. “I’m not going to be able to control myself. I’m going to be inside you so deep that when you walk, if you can walk, you will feel me for days.”

  Shivering with anticipation, she tugged at the stiff gold brocade outer gown, trying to wriggle free. “A phantom dick. Sounds like a plan to me.”

  She managed to shed the outer golden garment, and stood clad in the simpler silk under gown of crimson.

  Alex glanced at his watch again. “One minute.”

  His jacket and shirt lay on the floor. Emma stopped trying to shed the dress and stared at his magnificent chest, the dark hair crisp against his tanned skin.

  He unfastened his trousers and withdrew his erection. She gave a little gasp. It was much larger, thick as her wrist and quite long. Much longer than previously.

  “Did your middle finger g-grow?” she stammered, her gaze riveted to his penis.

  “A trademark of royal dragons when faced with brides in heat,” he murmured. Alex strode toward her. “Time’s up.”

  “I’m not wearing panties,” she offered.

  He hissed. “Good.”

  They kissed each other, tongues tangling, their moans mingling as they held each other tight.

  When Alex released her, he looked dangerous. Passion burned in his blue-green eyes and his jaw clenched like stone.

  “I have to get inside you, Em. Now. Before I fucking die.”

  She felt wet and aching, swollen with need as he pushed up her skirts to feel beneath them. Shivering with anticipation, Emma kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck. He was hard, steely muscle as he kissed her back in a desperation equaling her own. Alex touched the soft flesh of her thigh and then delved between her wet folds as she moaned. He slid a long finger back and forth, creating more dampness. She opened her thighs wide, feeling shaky with need. He backed her up against the wall. Then he was settling his body between her legs, opening them and pushing her against the silver and black wallpaper. Alex stroked a finger across her soaked cleft and she moaned with anticipation.

  “Good. You’re wet for me,” he murmured.

  “You don’t believe in beds,” she whispered.

  “Not when I’ve been denied your body for a month.”

  With an impatient growl, he tore at the crimson under gown, exposing her bare breasts. For a moment he looked stunned.

  “No bra, either,” she said helpfully. “It seemed like a waste of time when I knew you would have it off me in minutes.”

  Alex groaned as he stared at her breasts as a dragon would eye prey he planned to devour. He cupped them, thumbing her diamond-hard nipples. Pleasure arrowed through her, making her moan and then Alex took a breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the taut bud. As he suckled her, she threw back her head and tunneled her fingers through his hair.

  His thick, silky hair. Gods, she loved caressing his hair and now he was hers. All hers.

  With one trembling hand, he shoved up her skirts again. With his other hand, he guided his thick cock to her swollen, waiting core. She felt his thick penis push at her center and opened her legs wider. But he seemed too big this time, and frustration made her wriggle. He grunted and adjusted himself and began working himself inside her.

  With a determined relentlessness, he thrust, penetrating her to the hilt.

  Emma trembled, feeling impaled by the hardness and strength that was all Alex. The prince who was more than royalty, for he was the dragon who claimed her heart and her soul. And then her gaze met his and she saw the concerned tenderness there.

  “Go on,” she whispered in encouragement. “I’m your mate now in the flesh.”

  He nuzzled her neck, dropping little kisses there and inhaling the scent of her as if he could not get enough of her taste, her smell. Emma clung to him, wrapping her legs around his narrow hips.

  She slid her arms around his neck as Alex shoved into her, hard and fast. No more tender looks or sweet words. This was primal, explosive sex, the dragon claiming his mate at last.

  Grunting, he thrust higher and deeper. She moaned as his thick penis pushed into her with increasing pleasure. Her back slammed against the wall, erotic ecstasy building where they were intimately joined. Pictures rattled on their frames. The whisper of a climax danced outside of reach. Sobbing, she dug her nails into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Needing this, needing his closeness, feeling the bonding of their flesh.

  This was what she’d longed for ever since she met Alex; her prince.

  As the protrusion in his penis rubbed against that special spot in her core, Emma cried out. She exploded into a violent, screaming orgasm.

  He threw back his head, the veins and chords on his neck straining. With a loud shout of her name, he released himself into her. For a moment they clung to each other, the sound of their ragged breaths echoing in the still room. Alex dropped his head on her shoulder, kissed her neck as he slowly pulled out.

  Dazed by sensual pleasure, she slid down the wall as he feathered light kisses over her cheeks and jaw, Alex’s seed slowly trickling out of her core, down her thigh. For a moment they clung to each other, breathless and dazed. Finally Alex straightened.

  “And now, dear wife, our marriage is consummated. My duty is complete.” He kissed her mouth passionately. “I need to inform the sentries standing outside.”

  “Pervs,” she muttered.

  “A necessity and a tradition for all royals in Clan Drakon. I daresay Drust himself had to endure it.” He tucked himself into his trousers and kissed her again. “I’ll be right back. Get undressed so you can climb into the shower and wash off all that make-up. You look frightfully uncomfortable, like a Japanese geisha.”

  She grinned at the streaks of white make-up smearing his cheeks, and the red lipstick all over his kiss-swollen mouth. “So do you. Except I can’t speak Japanese and you probably can, after all those lessons in foreign protocol.”

  Alex stared at her. “Em, you’re glowing.”

  “It’s the afterglow of great sex.” Then she looked down at her exposed breasts. “Whoa, you’re right. I am glowing!”

  Her skin was pulsing a faint, but pretty golden glow.

  “Maybe now that I’ve acknowledged my Fae side, this will always happen. It could come in handy during a power shortage. Forget the candles, all you have to do is make love to me and I’ll light up like a Christmas tree. I’m more energy efficient than solar power.”

  He laughed and returned to her, cupping her face, his gaze tender. “I love you, Em. You are the light in my life when all else seems dark and dreary. I promise you, I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

  Even though the crimson under gown had a torn bodice, she undid the buttons and wriggled free of the dress. It dropped to the floor, puddling at her feet. As she stood before him, nude, her skin glowing, she unfastened the last pin of the elaborate bun. Her hair spilled downward in a cascade, tumbling down her back.

  “What will make me very happy is if you hurry with that damn protocol and join me in the shower, husband.”

  A glint entered his gaze. “Consider yourself warned.”

  She barely had time to step into the Roman shower, and twist on the double brass jets and scrub her face with a washcloth when Alex joined her. Fully naked, his penis once more erect and ready, he sported a very wicked smile.

  She sucked in a breath. It was going to be a very long, hard night. Emma glanced down at her new husband’s groin. Very hard.

  “Are all dragons as…quick to recover as you are?” she asked as he picked up the soap and began to gently wash her breasts.

  Wow, that felt nice. So very nice her knees wanted to buckle. Alex slid an arm around her waist and kept lathering her right breast, taking extra time to gently circle her hardened nipple.

  “Some are. I believe it has to do with a female’s cycle. When she becomes ready for breeding, a male becomes most ready to do the dee
d to take advantage of the timing.”

  “Your timing,” she gasped as he dropped the soap between her legs and stroked it slowly back and forth, “is very accurate.”

  His grin widening, Alex picked up the hand-held shower head attached to the wall and sprayed between her legs. “So is my aim, sweetheart.”

  And then he bent her over the half-wall of the tiled shower and spread her legs wide. Alex squatted down, parted her butt cheeks and ran his tongue between them as she moaned.

  “Stop wriggling,” he admonished mildly, giving her bottom a light, playful swat.

  He resumed his attentions, paying special attention to her soaked cleft, running his tongue over her swollen clit until she screamed from orgasm.

  Alex chuckled. “That’s two for tonight. I wonder how many more you can take, sweetheart?”

  Panting, she shook her head. “I’ve always been very good at long distance endurance, my love.”

  He straightened and bending over her, pushed deep inside her. This time his cock exactly hit the spot that gave her the most pleasure. Emma closed her eyes and whimpered.

  Placing his big hands on her rounded hips, he began to thrust inside her, his cock delightfully creating friction as her breasts bounced up and down. Then he stilled.

  Emma craned her neck around. “Stop and I’ll kill you. It’s grounds for murder, even if you are Prince Regent, heir to a kingdom.”

  Alex’s gaze was solemn as he brought his face very close to hers. “I love you so much, Emma. Forever and ever. It took your kindness and your patience with my spoiled attitude and my horrid temper to make me see the potential inside myself, and ignite my desire to rule over our people. Before I met you I wanted to soar into the skies and fly away, never to return. And now that I have you, I will never leave you.”

  Overwhelmed, she could only whisper, “I love you with all my heart, Alex. I will never leave you as well. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had and ever will have. Even if we grow to be 900 years old, I’ll love you no less than I do today.”

  They resumed making love. As they both shattered with pleasure, their cries echoing through the night, Emma knew her greatest dream had come true. It wasn’t acceptance by a dragon clan that had snubbed her or called her half-breed.

  It was finding a prince who turned out to be the best friend she ever had. He had stolen her heart and her very soul, tucking them inside the nest of their love. And there they would dwell forever, safe and secure. For Alex loved her for who she was.

  And he always would just as she would love him. Forever.

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  You’ve just read The Mating Destiny, Book 7 in my Werewolves of Montana series. The other books in the series are in order:

  THE WEREWOLVES OF MONTANA

  Werewolves of Montana boxed set

  Prequel through Book 4.5

  Prequel: The Mating Heat

  Book 1: The Mating Chase

  Book 2: The Mating Hunt

  Book 3: The Mating Seduction

  Book 4: The Mating Rite

  Book 4.5: The Mating Intent

  Book 5: The Mating Challenge

  Aiden’s story

  Book 6: The Mating Season

  Tristan’s story

  Book 7: The Mating Destiny

  a dragon story

  Book 8: The Mating Game

  Xavier’s story, coming soon

  Book 9: The Mating Ritual

  Gideon’s story, coming soon

  Book 10: The Mating Captive

  Cadeyrn’s story, coming soon

  MATING MINIS

  set within the Werewolves of Montana world

  SEDUCTION

  OBSESSION

  PASSION

  REDEMPTION

  TEMPTATION

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