But then I feel a blast of heat on my snout, and I recoil and spin in shock.
“Actually Nature’s a bitch,” whispers Addie through her Dragon. “Also, Daddy is grounded until he learns to control his temper.”
My Dragon screeches in frustration, trying to turn and make another dive. But though I am stronger and bigger than her, Addie’s Dragon is swift like the wind, with a much tighter turning radius. Every time my Dragon tries to dive, Addie gets beneath me and knocks me with her wing right on my fucking snout!
“All right. All right. All right!” I roar, shooting a little wisp of blue smoke in surrender. I can’t outfly her—even though she’s using one talon to hold our babies tight against her scales. “Can I hold my children now?”
She shoots another burst of flame at me, but it’s blue-orange and barely even warm.
I glide beside her as we circle the skies, but she doesn’t rise above me to drop the kids off on Daddy’s back.
Finally I sigh when I realize what she’s waiting for.
I take a breath and say the word, spitting it out with a grunt of humble Dragonsmoke.
“Please,” I say grudgingly. “Please.”
EPILOGUE 1
ADDIE
“Please! Just set up a fucking date and I’ll take it from there! Please, Arthur! She’s my Fated Mate. I swear it! I know it!”
I put my hands on my hips and glare at Brogan. “Um, why are you asking him? She’s my friend. And of course I’ll give you Bonnie’s number,” I say, smiling when I think back to how Brogan reacted when I showed him and Arthur a picture of me and Bonnie from back in the day.
“You will do no such thing, Addie,” growls Arthur. “You have no fucking idea what this walking set of balls will say just to get some fresh meat between his sheets. He’s spent three hundred years one-and-done’ing his way across three continents. There is no way I’m letting you make the mistake of setting this clown with a cock up with your sweet friend.”
I chuckle. Brogan’s a little OTT, but he’s sweet at the bottom of all that bravado. And he does seem serious about this fated mate thing. Could he know just from a photograph? Maybe. After all, he did pick me from a sea of profile pics based just on a photo. Maybe he’s got some sixth sense about photographs.
Now I think back to the moment when Bonnie saw Brogan’s photograph, and I furrow my brow as a chill goes through me. She’d licked her lips and winked and said “You are so taking this job.” Shit, it was Bonnie looking at Brogan’s photo that sent us down this path!
My head spins as I watch Brogan plead his case to no avail. Finally he spits on the floor and storms toward the door. He could probably track Bonnie down on his own, but I understand that in a weird way he needs to get his big brother’s approval. Or at least my approval.
I take a breath as I feel yet another choice looming. By now I’m used to these coincidences popping into my life and presenting me with a choice.
And the choice here is clear.
A fucking no-brainer.
Bonnie can handle herself.
She can decide for herself.
My choice is to give Bonnie the choice.
After all, that’s how fate works, right . . . ;)
EPILOGUE 2
ARTHUR
“That’s not how fate works,” I say, clenching my fists in anger. “And that’s not how this marriage works. We make decisions that affect the family together.”
“Um, you saw no problem refusing to let Brogan meet Bonnie. I don’t recall you consulting me. And it’s neither my choice nor your choice. It’s Bonnie’s choice. She can handle herself just fine. All I did was give him Bonnie’s number.” She pauses. “I also told him that picture was from like ten years ago. I was gonna show him a recent pic, but he said he didn’t care. He said he already knew she was the one. It didn’t matter what she looked like now.”
“Wait, Brogan said that? My brother Brogan? Balls-for-brains Brogan said it doesn’t matter to him what a woman looks like? Since fucking when? Wow. He is taking this shit to the next level, isn’t he?” I’m stunned, but I finally lose my dark mood and smile. “All right, you win,” I say. “But there are consequences to upstaging me in my own castle, Addie.”
“I’ve heard that before,” she whispers, blinking and looking down because she knows exactly which way my mood has turned. Then she looks up with the Dragon in her eyes, the animal in her soul, the need in her voice. “And I think I can handle it.”
I straighten to full height and slowly shake my head. “I was careful with you the first time. I was even more careful during your pregnancy. But now I will not hold back. You brought my Dragon to its knees in the skies above that doomed city, stopping its rampage. Now I will bring you to your knees. And believe me it’s going to be a fucking rampage.”
She starts to laugh at my proclamations, but I’m on her so fast she barely gets a squeak out. With a roar I lift her off her feet and carry her to the roof of my East Turret, ripping her clothes to shreds under the blazing sun.
Then I push her down to her knees, raise her rump to the skies, and bring my open hand down smack on her beautiful bottom. I do it hard and quick, perfectly placed on the meatiest part of her buttocks. It sounds like whipcracks, and the woman in her screams as I spank her good and hard, the Dragon in her hisses as her smooth ass turns red with passion, red with fire, red with need.
A moment later I’ve spread her rear cheeks and I’m licking her dark rim until her asshole glistens in the sun. She’s so wet she’s dripping down onto the floor, and I rub her roughly from below and gather her juice on my fingers.
Slowly I slick her up with her own wetness, and without another word I press my cockhead to her rear pucker, open her wide, and take her deep like a dirty Dragon does.
“Nature’s a beast,” I groan as I pump three times and come so hard I almost send her flying off the balcony from the force of my semen blast. “Nature’s a beast,” I say again as I finish deep inside her asshole and quickly finger her to orgasm—which doesn’t take long, she’s so damned hot.
I gather my wife, my mate, the mother of our triplets into my big warm arms and we lie back and stare right into the sun, our eyes wide open, our hearts joined forever, our fates entwined like those two proverbial snakes whose back-and-forth makes the universe do its dance.
“Nature is a beast,” she says with a little giggle. Then she points at a red streak of feathers that heads right for the next turret and lands with a solid thud. “Oops. There goes another. Phoenix soup anyone?”
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