Page 29 of The Dragons' Healing Mate

I kept going, kept working him up until Grey growled, sitting up to hoist me off my feet and get me straddling him again. He pulled my mouth onto his, my pussy hovering over his cock. There was no hesitation now, only need. Without pausing, I sank onto his considerable length. My pussy burned with the stretch, but fuck, if it didn’t feel good.

“Oh my God… You feel… Ugh, it’s so good…” I released a mess of words as Grey and I started up a rhythm, him gripping my hips so tightly as he helped me to ride him.

Right on his desk.

That delicious roar of Grey’s filled the air around us, and he thrust into me hard. We were both so desperate for it, needing to feel each other, to release, toremember.

And as strange as it was, itdidfeel familiar. The way Grey held me, the way he worked in tandem with me, this incredible dance of give and take. He felt so good, and it’d beenwaytoo long. I was already barreling toward my release, squeezing down on him as I tried to keep my moans quiet.

“That’s it, Rowan. Come for me. I want to feel you. You’re so damn good.”

Grey leaned up, sweeping me with him. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his hips, sending papers fluttering to the floor. I couldn’t possibly care less. Each drive made me see stars, my toes curling as I hurtled toward what I was certain would be an intense release.

The moment my orgasm started, it set him off. With another roar, Grey drove deep inside me, our lengthy thrusts becoming smaller, rocking movements as his knot expanded.

And fuck, did it expand.

I was impossibly full but blissfully out of it.

We moved like that, our little dance. Grey’s knot kept him locked inside me as he reached so deep, making me see stars. Our lips met again, and that was all I needed in the world: to feel him claiming me so thoroughly. In seconds, I gave him exactly what he’d asked for.

Everything spun as the orgasm took hold of me. Grey held me tight, rocking his hips up and back, sliding deep, his knot filling me, until I felt him thicken even more, and then he growled lower than I’d ever heard, nuzzling my neck as warmth filled me.

After a moment, the frenzy cooled off, and I sat there, on top of him, with my forehead pressed to his.

“Well, it’s a good thing I locked the door because we’re going to be here for a moment.”

Furrowing my brow, I stared down at him. “I don’t understand. Why would?—”

And then it hit me, the knot in question throbbing against my walls, making my pussy quiver with aftershocks.

“Oh.” I smiled. “Right. That.”

Grey grinned, tucking a hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about it. Just get comfortable. I have no problem waiting as long as it takes.”

I smiled back, wishing I had more to offer him. Instead, I just snuggled into his chest as he laid his head back on the desk, listening to his heartbeat.

Rowan

“But the doctor gave me these medications,” the old dragon explained, a confused look on his face, his tone pained and tired.

The sweet elderly man had come to my clinic at the request of the Alphas—a very persistent request. Many of the older dragons weren’t exactly excited about the change in provider and were reluctant to see me, but the Alphas had ordered that everyone received a health check from me.

I was still reeling from what I had done the night before with Greylen. On the one hand, I had never felt so satisfied. Afterward, I’d slept like the dead, waking up more rested than I had in a long time.

Then it was back to reality. And back to work.

“I know he gave you those medications, but I want you to try something different. If it doesn’t make you feel better, then I’m happy to change it.” I did my best to keep my voice soft.

In reality, I wanted to scream and curse out Jenkins for the umpteenth time. For some reason, so manydragons had blind trust in the so-called healer, whereas they looked at me like I was out to get them or something. I really didn’t want to believeit was sexism, but the only other thing I could think of was that they were staunch traditionalists.

The old dragon frowned as he looked at the prescription in his hands. “And you really think this will help?”

“I do,” I replied. “But more importantly, if it doesn’t, I’ll listen to you. We’ll adjust things until we find what works for you. I don’t just want you to becomfortable. This is your life, your health, we need to find something that offers the best results possible.”

He studied me for a moment, clearly uncertain. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he folded the paper and tucked it into his pocket, eyeing me with a single jerk of his head. “Well, I suppose I can give it a try.”

Relief washed through me, backed by the overwhelming urge to track down Jenkins and kick his ass. I wasn’t usually violent, but just thinking about that idiot had me feeling downright murderous.