Dragon Whelps: Earth Dragons Series: Book 3

by Hartnady, Charlene

  “Absolutely. I’ll get mad if any of those dragon ladies try to rub their perky little breasts on you.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about, Alabama. More of that. Tell me what you want and don’t want. Do you want me to move out?”

  She shook her head. “We do need to be partners when it comes to those little boys ‒who we still need to name.” She widened her eyes.

  “Okay, I’m glad to hear it. What else?”

  “We live together but stay in separate rooms…for now.”

  “I can live with that.” He nodded. “This is good. This is great.” He nodded. “We’re all dressed up so why not have our first date right now. Have you eaten? I can order in?”

  “No.” She hadn’t had a chance.

  “I can order us some food and we can set a table and…light some candles and talk. We can talk a whole lot more. There is so much we don’t know about one another.” He was so incredibly sweet. Shale may have been a player but that was definitely no longer the case.

  “Thank you, by the way. Before you say anything more…I have to thank you.” She touched the diamond pendants. “For these. They’re beautiful.” She touched her ears. “For the earrings too. They’re also beautiful. Too much!”

  “No way! Not nearly enough. You gave me two gorgeous boys.”

  “Yeah, the labor pains are still fresh in my mind, so I’ll keep the set.” She widened her eyes. “Even though it’s too much.”

  Shale chuckled but quickly turned serious. “One other thing, Wyoming.” He shuffled his feet and then scratched his cheek. “You’ll need to let me know how fast or slow… How you feel about… Where you’re at with…”

  Shale was so cute. So unbelievably adorable right then. “Are you referring to sex, Shale?”

  He nodded, suddenly looking more like a little boy than a grown man. This, despite all the muscles and the stubble on his jaw. “I am, yes. I know you just gave birth and that you may not be feeling very…sexy. You might be tired, and you might still have pain or—”

  “Shale.”

  “Yeah?” He raised his brows.

  “I’m not all that hungry.”

  “You’re not?” He took a step towards her, his expression growing intense.

  “Nope. Not even a little bit.” She toyed with the zipper on her dress. Earlier this evening, it had been easy access for the twins. Right then though…

  “I am!” His eyes were on her chest. “I’m fucking ravenous right now. Just not for solids.” He took a step towards her.

  Georgia gasped. Was it sick that hearing him saying that turned her on ‒ and in a bad way?

  “Oh yes, Georgia. I think we’ve reached a point in our conversation where crass is very much allowed.” He paused. “Make that, it’s encouraged.”

  “We have?” Her voice sounded husky.

  “What I wanted to say earlier was that you have the fucking best pair of tits I’ve ever seen on a female. They were great before but they’re irresistible now. Do it!” He bobbed his brows, his gaze on her hand.

  She still had her fingers on the zipper.

  “Show me.” Holy crap, his pants were tented. His cock jutting from his body.

  Georgia felt a little apprehensive. She still wore the feeding bra. Granted, she’d worn it every day. He’d seen her boobs every day since she’d had the boys. This was different. They were being sexy and flirty. How could she be sexy wearing a feeding bra? Not just that, she had those pads in. The ones that absorbed leakage.

  “Stop!” Shale growled the word. “Don’t even think it, Georgia. Look at me. I’m beyond turned on. I want you so fucking badly.”

  “I’m wearing a feeding bra!” She couldn’t help it.

  “You don’t need silk or lace. Unzip the dress!” His voice was husky, his eyes hooded.

  She pulled the zipper down slowly. All the way down to her belly button, and then took the fabric in each hand and pulled it open.

  Shale groaned. “Now the bra. It has a front clasp.”

  “It might get messy. I might leak all—”

  “I don’t care. I want to see you. All of you. This is how it’s going to go down…” She liked it when he was bossy. “You’re going to unclasp that bra. I’m going to lift up your dress and tear off whatever underwear you’re wearing. I don’t care what kind of underwear it is, by the way. You could be wearing granny fucking panties for all I care. I’m still tearing them off and I’m still going to be as turned on as ever. Then, I’m going to get you nice and wet…”

  Holy crap. She was wet already. Just hearing him talk had done that. “Once you’re dripping, maybe even begging, I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. It’s all going to go down really quickly because I’m afraid of how much time we have and quite frankly I need this. I’m going to assume by your scent right now that you need it too. Then I’m going to let you pick a bedroom…your place or mine,” he winked and she giggled, “where I will proceed to make sweet and passionate love to you. I’m going to turn every light on and tell you in infinite detail how fucking sexy you are. If the babies wake up, I’ll share you for as long as it takes to get them back to bed and then we’re finishing it. You’re coming twice. I would promise more, but you also need your rest.”

  More.

  Holy crap.

  She had no doubt he could deliver too. “Okay.” She unclasped her bra and her heavy breasts sprang free. They literally jumped out of there, like they were being held hostage. Georgia glanced down. Good god, but her nipples were huge. They were tight and pointing at him. “I have to warn you.” She sounded apprehensive. “I’m locked and loaded. This could get messy.”

  She watched his Adam’s apple work. His eyes darkened. “I’m counting on it, Michigan.” He licked his lips, biting his lower lip between his teeth. “Just one second, hold that messy thought,” he spoke as he backtracked and then left the room.

  Chapter 24

  Where had he gone?

  Had he taken one look at her boobs and done a runner? Surely not! Of course not! She needed to pull herself together and to get over her confidence issues.

  Shale walked back in, pulling the wrapper off of a box, which he then opened. He looked at the box, his eyes narrowing as he read what it said. “Extra-large. Heavy duty. Ribbed for her pleasure.”

  “Ribbed?” She smiled.

  “That’s what it says on the box, Kentucky.” He grinned. “Don’t pretend you’re not excited about that little prospect.” He winked at her.

  Georgia giggled. “As long as it doesn’t break this time. You might need to go a little easier.”

  “Not on your life.” He shook his head. A shiver ran down her spine.

  “I’m hoping you bought those because you were hoping to get lucky…with me.”

  “New box, bought for no one else but you, Alaska.”

  She choked out a laugh.

  Shale advanced on her, his eyes on hers. They were hooded and filled with such lust it took her breath away. He gripped her hips and picked her up, making a growling noise that seemed to emanate from his broad chest. Within a few strides, her ass hit against something. The dining room table.

  Shale tossed the condoms on the surface behind her. He leaned down grabbing the hem of her dress and pulled it up. All the way up. The fabric bunched around her hips. She tried not to think about her hairy legs.

  He gripped her thighs and lifted her onto the table in one easy movement. His biceps bulged. This man was so gorgeous. He quite literally took her breath away. She wanted to pinch herself. This felt surreal. All of it. Shale looked down as he pulled a leg over his hip.

  He’d said he didn’t care if she was wearing granny panties. The ones she was wearing were almost as bad as granny underwear. She was wearing a pair of full cotton panties. Not very flattering. Before she could think about it anymore, Shale covered her lips with his in a searing kiss that had her moaning. He cupped her pussy through those cotton undies. Thankfully cotton was absorbent. Georgia mewl
ed as all of her senses went onto high alert. His hand was there, but he wasn’t doing anything. If she wasn’t anchored on the table, she’d rock into him. Her breathing became ragged. Her eyes were open. His were still closed. His lashes fanning over his cheeks, his tongue still toying with hers. Shale broke the kiss. He put his thumb on her clit and pressed lightly.

  Shit.

  Holy freaking crap balls it felt good.

  She was so achy and needy it was crazy.

  “Please tell me you’re still au natural, Texas. That I get to shove my cock into a big, ginger bush.”

  Georgia giggled. “That shouldn’t sound sexy.” She was breathless. It sounded like she’d run a marathon. “It shouldn’t turn me on.”

  There was a tug and a ripping noise as he quite literally ripped her underwear off in a move that had her halfway to orgasm in an instant. That same thumb went back to her clit and he rubbed.

  Georgia groaned long and deep. Her eyes closed and her head fell back just a little. When she opened her eyes, he was looking down, biting on his lip again. “I forgot how stunning this pussy was.” Shale’s jaw tightened as he worked a finger inside her. It slid in easily. In fact, she could hear how wet she was. How completely soaked. His thumb still pressed against her clit, making it throb. Within a few thrusts, he added a second finger to the party, making her mewl in desperation.

  He pumped in and out of her in a lazy fashion, his fingers crooked just a touch. Shale rubbed that thumb over her clit softly and slowly. His eyes stayed locked with hers, his face just an inch or two away.

  Georgia had been under so much pressure over the last few weeks that she hadn’t even touched herself. She couldn’t remember when last she’d gotten off. Forever ago.

  “Shale.” Her voice was desperate and deep. Too deep to be hers. “Oh…oh…” Tighter and tighter and tighter…with no release in sight. It felt so good and yet it felt like pure torture. She made these noises, her eyes were wide. “Oh god…Shale…oh…please…” She was dying.

  He slowed even more, his thumb stopped moving and went back to pressing against her instead. His fingers kept going. Slow. Easy. Agonizing. “Do you need to come, Vermont?”

  She nodded, groaning. She was panting and mewling and mewling and panting. “So badly.”

  Shale kept fingering her. He leaned forward. Next thing he was tearing a condom open with his teeth. In…slip…out…slip…in…slip. Agony. He kept his finger crooked, it rubbed up on a place inside her that had her wanting to climb the walls. “Shale,” she panted.

  He made a move with his arm, probably pulling his pants down. That’s what it looked like to her. His eyes moved from her pussy to his cock and then back again. “So fucking wet,” he ground out. He was so dirty. So damned sexy.

  She moaned.

  “Nearly there, Connecticut. Nearly…” She could see him doing something. All the while, keeping up the slow, easy thrusting into her.

  “There…” He pulled his hand away and she yelled in frustration. Shale hauled her legs around his hips. “You remember from before?”

  “Remember what?” Her voice was husky and yet shrill. She was still panting. Her brain not really working so well anymore. Her body vibrated with need.

  “The holding. The biting. The hard fucking, Utah…You remember?” He thrust into her. This time she yelled in pure joy at finally being full. At finally having Shale inside her again.

  She clutched at his biceps. Her breasts mashed up against him. Her nipples tingling. She couldn’t worry about that now. She didn’t care about anything other than coming. “Yes.”

  “All of it, Florida.”

  She nodded.

  “Hold on tight.” His jaw was tight. His eyes dark. He began thrusting. Shale grunted hard with each and every one. He had one hand on the small of her back and the other on her thigh. “You feel good… Fuck!” he growled the last. “Still tight as fuck, Washington.”

  She wanted to smile, or to say something back, but how could she when she was already so close to coming?

  “I have to look at you,” Shale groaned. “Need to look.” He used his hand, urging her to lie down on the table.

  Georgia went with it and lay down. Until her back rested against the hard wood. She put her hands flat on the smooth surface. Her pants, groans and cries filled the room.

  Shale’s grunts and groans were thankfully just as harsh. He held her thighs, holding them up and open to him. His fingers dug in, but it didn’t hurt. All she could feel was that building and coiling. Tighter and tighter. Almost out of control.

  Her boobs shook and jerked with every hard thrust. “Like a smorgasbord. A fucking buffet.” His eyes roamed her body. His grunts were harsh. Every muscle bulged. His abs popped. “Fuck! Arizona. Shit! Michigan. Carolina, Utah, Louisiana, Wyoming. Fuuuuuck…Nebraska.” His balls hit up against her ass with every state. “Kansas, Montana.” Each word was a little more desperate sounding. Good! She was feeling just as desperate. Just as out of control. “Maryland…fuckshitfuuuuck…”

  He lifted her ass a little off the table and crouched over her. “Georgia.” He forced her name out as his body began to jerk into her. “Geor…” She didn’t get to hear the rest of it. She came so long and so hard she was sure she broke something.

  By the noises Shale made, maybe it was him she had broken. It took a while for him to slow in his movements. For him to slump over her. He was breathing heavily. But then again, so was she.

  That’s when she realized how much her breasts were tingling. There was warmth. Plenty of warmth as milk leaked from her nipples. “Oh no! Oh…Shale…”

  “I know…they’ve been doing that for half a minute already. There was a bit of a squirt when you orgasmed.”

  “No, there—!”

  He wiped at his chest which— Georgia groaned and put a hand over her face. There were droplets of something on his chest. No, surely… Arghhhh!

  “No need to get like that about the whole thing. I thought it was sexy as fuck. Why do you think I had to start naming all the states? It was that or come early. I almost messed that whole thing up, and all because you’re so damned sexy. Who knew leaky mom boobs were just as good as sex toys? Make that better.” He planted a kiss on the side of her mouth.

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “I mean it, Illinois.” Shale winked. “You might need to breastfeed those kids until they’re six…or seven.”

  She pushed out a laugh.

  Shale pulled out, looking down. He heaved a sigh of relief. “All in one piece.” Then he put up a hand. “Not that I would mind a whole house full of kids but,” he laughed when he caught her look of horror, “but, we’ll wait until One and Two are a little older before we start trying again.”

  “I should hope so.”

  “Let me take care of this and I’ll bring you a towel. We—”

  It was like the little bundles of joy heard their names – ‘Please don’t let One and Two stick,’ she thought – because they began to wail. Both of them. Together.

  Shale smiled.

  She did too.

  “It looks like they might be getting into that routine after all,” she remarked.

  “Looks like it. I’ll get them. You feed, I’ll set up the diaper station.” He spoke quickly. It was so cute. “Because I really want to get back to it.”

  “Me too.”

  “Okay, then!” He almost jogged to the nursery. She pulled down her dress and went to sit on the sofa. Georgia propped up the pillows while Shale fetched the little ones. She still marveled at how well he handled them both together. Easy peasy.

  He handed them to her, watching as each baby latched. “Not too much now, boys.” Shale winked at her. “Save some for daddy.”

  She laughed.

  Chapter 25

  The next day…

  “I thought we were going to the balcony.” Georgia frowned. “Isn’t Storm meeting us there?” What was going on? Maybe they were headed for another balcony. The helicopte
r was supposed to be fully fueled and ready for take-off.

  Shale put a hand to the small of her back. He had a strange smile in his face. “I told you we were going to see your mom, and I meant it.” He opened the door and gestured for her to go in.

  Georgia walked through the threshold fully expecting to see a chopper. Instead, she stopped in her tracks. Her mouth fell open and she made a gasping noise, stepping back. She covered her mouth with her hand. “Jennifer? What are you doing here?” she all but whispered. “Mom!” she mouthed.

  Jennifer beamed. She put a finger over her lips, looking down at Georgia’s mother.

  Her mom was sitting on a single couch. She had a blanket over her lap and was gazing out at the beautiful view. She seemed serene. Completely content. Georgia looked around the room. It was big and airy. There was a bed like the one at the home; it had sides that could be clipped up, so that her mom couldn’t fall out at night.

  The plugs were covered, and the cupboard doors had been sealed with child-proof locks. She somehow knew that if she checked the bathroom, there would be a handrail next to the toilet and another one in the shower. This place had been transformed.

  Her mom laughed. She actually laughed. Her eyes were wide and filled with delight. Georgia followed her line of sight, spotting a dragon flying by. Her mother laughed again, this time clapping her hands. Georgia found herself smiling too. Then the tears came. Her mom was here. Not only that, she looked happy.

  “She does that every time a shifter flies past.” Jennifer lowered her voice even further. “I still can’t believe it. I’m in awe myself.” She smiled broadly.

  Shale wheeled the stroller in. He was smiling too. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this. I wanted it to be a surprise.” Shale put an arm around her and pulled her in close. “I must say, I thought you’d be happier.”

  “I am,” she sobbed out the words. “Happier than I ever believed possible.” She buried her face in his chest. “Thank you so much. This is more than I ever imagined—” she whispered.