Keira’s cry of pleasure was Angus’s undoing. She was close to climaxing again, and the need to feel her clenching around him obliterated all thoughts. Her tight, hot pussy had his dragon snarling for a turn.

As Keira straddled Angus, her breasts bounced enticingly with their rhythm. His mouth latched onto her nipple while his hands moved from her shoulders to her firm ass.

“Gods, you grip me like a silk glove. You’re so tight and perfect. I fucking love you with all that I am,” he professed. His mounting pleasure had words spilling from his mouth.

“And, I love this position. Promise me we’ll do it every night this way. I like being in control,” she teased, and arched her back.

Angus groaned as she rode him, her muscles squeezing painfully. “I promise, love. I doona ever want to leave your body,” he admitted and reached between their bodies to tweak her clit.

Without warning, Keira sank her teeth into his shoulder. Pleasure exploded where she bit, and fire flamed between their bodies. The experience was new, and he loved it. Whether it was because of her teeth in his flesh, or Keira wild with need, he wasn’t sure, but his body demanded more.

It was time to claim her as his mate. Reaching up to her shoulder blade, her mark pulsed under the heat of his touch, calling to him. Flame left his palm, branding Keira as the Dragon Queen. Her body convulsed against him, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Angus grabbed her face and claimed her blood-stained lips in a rough kiss. She grabbed his shoulders and tugged his body to hers. She sucked his tongue and bit his lower lip as she continued grinding unabashedly.

“Take me, now!’ she cried out.

Her sheath coiled tightly around his shaft, and their bodies danced together. Angus was lost to their passion. There was no one like his Turquoise.

“Faster, Angus… harder…Yes!” Her core threatened to burn him alive, as she squeezed his shaft ruthlessly.

Eager to comply, Angus drove into her. He kissed her as he shoved deep inside. Within seconds, spasms ran down his spine, and he roared as she milked him, and shouted her release. Her fingers fisted his hair and yanked as his fiery seed shot out, and filled her womb.

As their release thundered on, he thanked the Gods for blessing him with Keira. He had never loved more deeply. Giving up his kingdom for a thousand years was a small price to pay to have her by his side. “I love you, Turquoise.”

“I love you, too, Hotness. Is it time for our beasts to play?” she asked playfully.

“Aye, my love. Verra soon. But first,” he stated, and flipped her over. His gaze snagged on her Tuya dragon. The black tattoo was surrounded by flames in bright colors of orange, red, and yellow. She was officially his mate, and emotion clogged his throat. He leaned down and placed a kiss to the altered tattoo.

“You are mine,” he murmured, as he continued kissing her heated flesh.

“Yes, I am. And, I want you again,” she confessed, and pressed her ass against his raging erection. He wanted her again, as well.

“I canna hold my dragon back any longer,” Angus confessed as he picked her up, and walked towards the open window.

“Um, what are you doing?” she asked, and clung tightly to his neck.

Angus stepped up to the windowsill and looked over his kingdom. He was home and felt like the most powerful king alive. With Keira by his side, nothing would stand in his way.

“I need you to trust me, my love. I’m going to jump and shift midair. I want to feel your naked arse on my dragon’s back as I take you to our favorite spot,” he explained and kissed the tip of her nose then her lips.

“I love how you think,” she murmured against his mouth.

“And then our beasts will have their own mating,” he winked then leaped from the window.

Keira’s infectious laughter rang in his ears, and then Angus’s dragon ascended.

* * *

Keira walked into the throne room, and Angus looked up from the wooden table. Her heart skipped a beat at seeing her sexy dragon, and, she immediately wanted to take him back to their bed.

The past week had been sex, and more sex, but she wasn’t complaining. Her king was insatiable, and she loved it.

As she approached, Legette said, “Don’t worry, Sire. He won’t get through our walls again.”

“Hello, my love. Where did you go? I was looking all over for you, then Legette said you and Lorne went oot for a bit. Have you tired of me so soon?” he asked playfully.

They were discussing Cyril, she thought, and Angus didn’t want to worry her. She couldn’t help but worry. He was still out there, and Keira knew he would attack again. But she refused to let Cyril spoil this incredible day. She was happy, and in love, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about that.

“Hardly,” she replied, and walked over to him, placing a box on the table.

Angus eyed it suspiciously as he rose from his seat. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and claimed her lips in a searing kiss.

“And, that would be my cue to go. We’ll talk more about the next Civappu when you’re less…distracted. I can see you’re useless to me now,” Legette commented as he stood up from the table.

Keira broke the kiss, blushing. “Sorry, Legette, but I couldn’t wait. I have a belated gift for my sexy mate,” she professed, excitement bubbling about her present.

“Well, far be it for me to stand in the way of giving trinkets to your love. In fact, I think I’ll stop and grab some flowers for Natasha on my way home,” he stated and headed for the door.

“Doona forget, you two are coming tomorrow night for dinner,” Angus said to his retreating back.

“You can count on it.”

Angus turned back to Keira and smiled. “So what has my Turquoise’s eyes sparkling so bright this afternoon? And, where is my mischievous dragon hiding today?” he asked, squeezing her against the hard line of his body.

Keira could feel his excitement against her abdomen. “Well, it seems our little friend likes to snuggle around my breast, kinda like somebody else I know,” she replied with a lift to her eyebrow.

Keira was shocked when she discovered her Tuya dragon had the power to move freely on her body. It was common knowledge that once a Tuya was mated, the tattoo transformed, and bright flames danced around the black dragon, but Angus explained that the moving tattoo was exclusive to the Queen of Khoth.

“I canna blame him for that. I’m thinking I need to take a look,” he husked, and palmed her breast over her blouse.

“Mmm, we haven’t christened the throning room,” she replied with a smile.

His other hand roamed up her thigh and slipped beneath her skirt. “I’m ready if you are, love.”

Her breaths became pants, and she almost forgot the reason she walked into the room. The damn dragon had her on a one-track train to Climaxville, with no stops in between. Pushing her erotic thoughts aside, she pulled the emergency brake and stopped his hand from groping between her legs.

“Slow down, Hotness. I want you to open your present, then you can open me,” she teased and grabbed the box.

He took it from her hands and sat back down, grimacing. She noted he had to adjust his leathers from the straining erection.

“The only present I want is you,” he said as he lifted the lid, and removed the tissue paper inside.

Angus carefully pulled out the light green sculpture made from stone. It was from the store in the shopping district. The pieces in the window had caught her eye during her first trip with Lorne through the town, and she went back to speak to the artist about making something special for Angus.

“Oh, wow. This is verra remarkable. I love it,” he said and leaned over to kiss her.

“I felt bad about breaking the other collection. This is the first of many to follow,” Keira replied, a smile breaking across her face.

Angus turned the piece over in his hand, eyeing the stone sculpture. “I recognize Webber’s work. Is this a new line of his? I havena seen it before. The depiction of the dragonette is remarkable,” he stated.

“You could say that,” she answered, unable to contain her elation. “Guess what it’s called?”

“What?” Angus asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

“The line is called King of Khoth, and this piece is called The First Heir,” she announced, ready to burst at the seams.

“I doona understand. Is this supposed to be me?”

“Oh, for the love of the Gods, dragon-breath. We’re going to have a baby!” she shouted.

“Nay! Are you serious?” he said as he put the sculpture down and pulled her to his lap. He immediately crushed his lips against hers, smothering her with kisses.

“Yes, we are. I saw Dyson this morning, and he confirmed it. It seems our frolicking in the lake did the trick,” she said, and waggled her eyebrows.

“Turquoise, you have made me the happiest male on the planet. In the universe,” he declared, looking deeply into her eyes, and burning her on the spot.

That fast, Keira’s body demanded they finish what they started. “Now, where were we before I so rudely stopped you?” she asked, voice ragged with need. She lifted her skirt so she could straddle his hips.

Angus growled, and pulled her tight. “Where we’ve always been. Deeply in love, and I’m about to be deep inside of you,” Angus husked, and his talon extended, ripping the shirt and skirt from her body.

Angus laid Keira back on the table, and she welcomed her mate with open arms. She knew they were meant to be. They had weathered the storm, and come out victorious. She knew whatever challenges lay ahead, they would fight them together.