Page 35 of Full Moon
Torben's eyes grow distant for a moment. "Yes and no. Yes, they want it constantly. No, because we don't have to worry about them trying to kill us for not performing on demand."
My body feels like a lump of liquid flesh, weak and drained.
"Hens... Female dragons are vicious. They will hunt and tear their intended mate to shreds until he breeds her," Diaval raises his head slightly, his chin resting on my shoulder.
"So you attacked first," I say, leaning back against him.
"So I attacked first." His arms tighten around me, and I feel him press a kiss to my hair. "Though I confess, my eternal... part ofme wishes you had caught me. Wishes I could have let you hunt me down and claim your prize." The wistfulness in his voice makes my chest ache.
"Next time," I promise him quietly. "When we don't need the tonic. When it's safe."
His arms squeeze me gently, and I feel the brush of his smile against my temple. "I'll hold you to that."
"No offense, guys, but no dick for a while. I'm still... very thoroughly used... and very sore. Oh, and tired." I yawn, laying my head back against Diaval's shoulder.
"Rest, my eternal," he murmurs, his voice soft as velvet. "We'll watch over you."
The warm water is soothing, and my mates surrounding me is comforting. Diaval's heartbeat is steady against my back, Easton's warmth keeps the water perfect, and I can hear Torben and Khal settling nearby, keeping vigil. It would be so easy to fall asleep like this. And so I do, drifting into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in the arms of a dragon who waited nine centuries to find me.
