Natalie
I roll over, snuggling against my mate.
My beloved.
My Donald.
“What’s going on, princess?” He whispers, kissing my forehead. “Trouble sleeping?” He’s sitting up beside me in bed reading. One thing I’ve learned from living with Donald is that he’s not only a light sleeper, but he also barely sleeps at all. There’s no cell service in Fablestone, but dragons come by the house at all hours of the night. It’s not every night, but when someone needs him, Donald never says no. He always gets up and goes to assist with medical emergencies or problems. Donald looks tired, though. He got back late tonight after making a house call to someone and now he’s reading in bed. I suppose I dozed off waiting for him.
“I could ask you the same question,” I murmur, running my hands over his legs and up, up, up. He smiles at me gently and starts to stroke my hair.
“Princess,” he says again.
“Dragon,” I retort.
“I’m pretty tired tonight, baby. Mrs. Montgomery has quite the bout of pneumouaiz.” The dragon form of pneumonia, I’m guessing. “And there’s a chance I’m going to have to go back out.”
“Well, then,” I whisper, climbing onto him. I straddle him, running my hands up and down his chest. “I guess I’ll just have to do all of the work.” I raise an eyebrow, questioning, and he smiles and sets his book down.
“Aren’t you the prettiest girl in the clan?”
“That’s what you tell me,” I say.
“Only because it’s true.”
I lean down and kiss him. Donald and I haven’t had the easiest time of things. I’ve known him since I was a kid, but he left the clan shortly after my little brother passed away. It wasn’t Donald’s fault, but he blamed himself. Now, after an incredible journey, we’re together at last. We’re living in Fablestone and I’ve never felt happier.
We take things one day at a time because around here, you never know what’s going to happen. Things can be rough, especially with certain members of the community still recovering from the terrible illness Lucky unleashed on us. I know the clan has a long way to go when it comes to healing emotionally and physically, but I know that with Donald’s care and the guidance of the clan leaders, we’re going to be okay.
All of us are going to be okay.
I lean down and kiss my mate. Donald quivers as I kiss his neck and nibble on his ears. This is one of my favorite ways to start teasing him. He’s so rough and tumble and masculine, but sometimes he lets me have my wild way with him, and I love that, too. My hands roam his chest and abs as I kiss from one side of his neck to the other and back again.
Donald groans, reaching for my hips, holding me tightly as I kiss and play with him. I can feel myself growing more and more wet as the moments pass. The problem is that I want this moment to last forever. I want to feel this for an eternity. With us, sex isn’t a goalpost. It’s an experience, and I want to enjoy it for as long as possible.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur, nibbling down his throat and to his clavicle. I kiss, making my way to each of nipples and swiping my tongue across them. Then I move lower, lower, lower. Donald groans as I start kissing his length and moving down to his balls. Then I continue to run my hands up and down his chest as I lick, taking my sweet time.
I savor him.
I treasure this moment where I’m being allowed, for a little while, to worship his body with my own. My hands slide down his thighs and then back up again. Then I begin to stroke his length while I continue covering him with kisses and nibbles.
Just before I start to move, just before I’m going to lower myself onto him, we both hear a knock at the front door. I look up at him sharply and Donald sighs.
“Duty calls,” he shrugs. He looks at me like he’s nervous I’m going to be upset or angry, but I’m not. I knew what I was signing up for. If having a dragon doctor in the clan means that sometimes, I get cock blocked by sick old ladies, well, I think I can deal with that.
“It’s okay, baby,” I tell him, kissing him once more. “There will be plenty of time for fun later on.”
He smiles at me and reaches for my cheek, touching it softly.
Then he gets up to leave, and my man goes to save the world.