Murr’s breath hitches again and he starts to pull away. “Dakota⁠—”

I chase after him, refusing to let him go. I want him to lose control, want him to release like this. “You can come for me,” I tell him between breathless licks. “We have all the time in the world tonight. We can do this as many times as we want to. Let me make you feel good.”

He gives a low hiss, and when I take him into my mouth again, his hips surge forward. He thrusts into my mouth deeper and deeper, his excitement taking over, and all I can do is hold on for the ride. I try to use my hands, but he’s so close that he’s moving too quick for me to control. A moment later, he comes, his release flooding my mouth and his growl shaking the windows in the bank office.

After years of feeling as if I’m helpless and weak, I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.

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CHAPTER 70

DAKOTA

I adore the dazzled look on Murr’s face as he catches his breath. He looks utterly blown away, and it makes me happy to the tips of my toes that I was able to do that for him. “Not bad?” I ask, keeping my voice light. Running my fingers over the corners of my mouth, I wipe away the last vestiges of his release and then lick my fingers clean.”Was that okay?”

“Amazing,” he says. “Incredible. Life-changing. Mind-blowing.”

I chuckle, noticing that he’s parroted back all the words I gave him just a short time ago. There’s an intense wave of affection floating through me, but when he gazes down at me, his eyes whirling warm and rich gold, I can practically feel how happy he is, how full of wonder and joy.

It’s probably just my imagination, though.

Glancing around the room, I notice that the blanket has gotten a bit churned up under my knees. I straighten it and then sit down, curling my legs to the side. “Should we get comfortable? Relax for a bit?”

Murr laughs. “Comfortable, yes. Murr very comfortable.”

He drops down onto the blanket across from me and reclines, stretching out. Immediately, he reaches for my hand and pulls it to his lips, pressing kisses to my fingertips. Again, I feel that intense wave of affection, like a shift in the air. It’s like being wrapped in a cozy blanket of feelings. I can’t stop smiling.

We sip some water from my canteen, and he keeps watching me with avid, whirling eyes, the color of them rich and deep, telling me that his mood is as pleasant as the kisses he lavishes on my hand. I’m still turned on, heat curling through my body and the fire stoked with every press of his mouth to my skin, but he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to continue.

Not that I’m trying to rush things, of course. I just don’t know how to move things along, and I’d really love an orgasm or three of my own. I extricate my hand from his with a small smile. “Maybe I’ll get comfortable now.”

I sit back on the blanket and undress, pulling off shoes and socks and the unsexy bits that cover my body. Under my shirt, I squirm out of my sports bra and pull it through the sleeve, and then I’m in nothing but my T-shirt. I hesitate, wondering if I should get fully undressed or wait…and I decide to wait, because if he needs more time to recover, I want him to have that.

He pulls me close, burying his face against my neck. His hands go under the shirt, stroking my bare skin. “Why clothes?”

I squirm a little at his pointed question. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to rush you and just sit here naked and waiting.”

“Naked good.” He nips lightly at the bite mark he’s left on my throat. The spot is sensitive, but in a good way, and his bite sends a shot of pure erotic heat through my system. “Dakota naked amazing, incredible, life-changing, mind-blowing⁠—”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” I say with a laugh. I’m still not used to being vulnerable. My first thought in taking off my clothes is always “am I going to get caught off guard?” But if I am…Murr is here with me. I strip off the shirt and fling it away, sitting absolutely naked with him on the blanket. “Better?”

“Very better,” he agrees, kissing my shoulder before pulling me in closer. His mouth moves over my collarbones. “Murr kiss everywhere too.”

I know he doesn’t just mean my throat. My strangely gorgeous dragon-husband’s mouth between my thighs is a no-brainer. “Yes. Absolutely.”

His hand moves to my breast, teasing over the tip, and I let out a sigh. He teases my nipple until it’s aching, and his mouth fastens over the peak, his tongue moving over it. I hold his head to my breasts, making all kinds of obscene noises I wouldn’t normally make at home. Here, we’re free to be noisy, and I want him to know how good he’s making me feel. His big hand strokes over my other breast, the shorn claws noticeable, and then slides to my thighs. I suck in a breath, my body full of need.

Maybe we should have the birth control conversation before he goes down on me and my brain gets too fried. “Murr, let’s get the condoms.”

He sits up, a frown on his face as he digests the unfamiliar word. “Explain ‘condom’?”

I knew that was coming. I find my bag and open it, pulling out the box.

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CHAPTER 71

MURR

“It’s a condom,” Dakota explains to me, pulling out a long strip of something shiny from the box in her hands. It rustles and crinkles as she does. “Condoms prevent babies.”

I…think I am not following. Perhaps I am misunderstanding her words. Sometimes the humans make sounds that are the same but can mean different things, like the color “red,” or when they stare at a book, which is also “read.” “Explain?”

She rips off one end of the strip into a perfect square and holds it out to me. “It’s a sheath that goes over your cock, and it will prevent a baby. It catches all of your sperm and prevents it from entering me and impregnating me…just in case.”

“Just in case,” I echo, then shake my head. How does this square fit on my cock? “No understand.”

“Here, let me demonstrate.” Dakota takes the packet from me and rips open the top of it, then produces a small blue ring of…something. “This goes over your cock.”

That? That tiny thing? I snort.

“It stretches,” she says with a chuckle. Dakota pokes a finger into it and a little dome forms. “You pull it over your cock like a sleeve.”

I glance down at my now-hard-again cock, then at the impossibly small ring again.

My doubt must show on my face, because her smile grows broader. “You want me to put it on you?”

Her hands on me? I like that idea, even if it means she’s putting some strange blue “sleeve” on my cock. I nod, watching her as she leans in. She presses the circle against the head of my cock, and the blue band expands, swallowing the tip of my cock…only to immediately break apart into thin strands, my skin peeking out again.

“Shit.” Dakota pulls it off my cock, rolling it back down and tossing the now-broken band aside. “We’ll try another.”

I grunt, willing to do whatever she likes. She pulls another circle out of a crinkly square and holds it to my cock. Her fingers move over me, and I twitch, enjoying her touch. At least this part of the ritual is pleasurable. She makes another frustrated sound when this one breaks just like the last one.

The next one does, too. And the next.

When we have gone through an entire strip, Dakota crosses her arms under her breasts, drumming her fingers on her skin as she does. “I don’t know what to do.”