Marie
“Can we go home yet?”
She was complaining. Marie knew it, and hated herself for it, but she was sick and tired of being cooped up on the base. Fort Banner was big, but it was still feeling claustrophobic to live in a military setting. If she’d wanted that, Marie would have signed up for the forces themselves.
“Now now,” Garath rumbled from next to her, propping himself up on one massive arm.
The actions pulled the sheets off of her, and his eyes took in her naked body, shamelessly traveling up and down her curves.
“Seriously? Again?” she giggled, still warm from the session they’d just finished not five minutes earlier. Moving herself around, she propped herself up against the wall into a reclined sitting position.
“It helps pass the time.” A thick hand twice as large as hers caressed her shoulder, then her arm before eventually moving to the nearer of her breasts.
“It’s going to leave me pregnant,” she muttered.
“So?”
She sat fully upright, looking down at Garath. “So we’re not even married.”
“What does that have to do with anything? You are my mate. If you want a child, then we shall have a child. Anyone who says anything otherwise will have to answer to me.”
“Oh Garath. My big, lovable protector.”
“What did I say wrong?”
She grinned, kissing the top of his head before ruffling his hair. He hated that. “You didn’t say anything wrong. You’re just missing the point. It’s not that I care what others say. It’s me who cares. I don’t want to have a child without being married.
“Let’s get married then.”
“Just like that?”
He nodded. “Just like that. You’re mine, Marie. I’m not giving you up to anyone. If you want to get married, then let’s get married. I would happily become your husband without second thought.”
“You make it sound so easy.” She looked away bitterly, remembering her last attempt at marriage.
“It is easy, Marie.” Garath sat up and put a muscular arm around her shoulders. “Your experience is not normal. When you have two people who truly love each other, getting married is easy.”
“But what about after?”
“What about it?”
“What if you get bored of me? Want to change? I mean come on, look at me.” She dropped her arms, inviting him to look over her body, rolls and all. “I’m not a prized catch.”
“I disagree.” His voice was deep, entrancing. “I see a woman in front of me, a woman that any man should be proud to have. I love your softness.”
“But I’m fat!”
He snorted violently, getting onto his knees and facing her. “There’s just more of you for me to love.”
She couldn’t help but smile. It was cheesy, but it was clear he meant it. “I just mean you’re so gorgeous.”
“Stop.” He spoke softly, but she could hear the steel behind his command. “That’s enough self-disparagement. If you don’t believe me when I say that you’re beautiful, I’m just going to have to prove it to you.” He glanced down.
Marie’s eyes followed involuntarily, already knowing what she was going to find. His cock was sticking out like a flagpole, stiff and at attention. “And if that’s not enough,” he growled, dropping to all fours and easing his way in between her legs with his mouth. “Hopefully this is.”
His tongue flicked across her clit, gentle and slow. Marie had thought herself satisfied from earlier, but the way his breath warmed her skin told her otherwise. Her head fell back, a quiet moan the only sound other than his breathing as his tongue played across her, slick and heated and amazing.
“This conversation isn’t over,” she warned.
“Yes it is.”
Garath didn’t say another word. He slipped a finger inside, pushing her toward the edge as he combined it with the pressure of his tongue, moving them in time with each other. Marie cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and rolling her nipple between her fingers, enjoying the way his eyes went dark at the sight.
She wasn’t going to last much longer, and Garath timed it perfectly, a second finger entering her just as she was at the edge.
Marie shook violently, her muscles already tired from earlier. She sank back into the bed, falling onto her side as she saw stars. He knew just how to touch her it seemed, every orgasm a thundering roar that pelted her entire body with ecstasy unlike anything she’d known before Garath.
“Is it always going to be like this?”
She was gasping for breath already, and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet. Garath got back to his knees, placing his tip between her legs. Apparently that last part was about to change. Marie honestly wasn’t sure she could handle it; her brain was already overwhelmed with all the pleasure it had received that day.
“Yes.”
“Oh, okay. Good. Just checking.” She sighed as he entered her at last.
He lowered himself onto her, and she pulled him in, her nails digging in tight as he pushed his entire length deep into her. Fuck, it felt so good. Renewed energy coursed through her body as he thrust against her.
“Garath,” she whispered, seeing the way his face was drawing tight, eyes alight as he watched her body bounce under him. “I want you inside me. The entire time.”
Her mate—it still felt strange referring to him as that, but she didn’t doubt the truth of it, not anymore—froze. “Are you certain?”
She nodded. Until then he’d always pulled out, but this time she was ready. “I want it. Please. I want to feel you inside me until the end.”
Garath didn’t hesitate a second time. Her legs curled up around his waist as he drove himself deeper.
“Now,” she begged. “Come for me, Garath, my love. My mate!”
He cried out and buried his face in her neck, calling out her name over and over again. She was spent, but this wasn’t for her. It was for him. Warmth exploded inside her and she bit down on the lop of his ear at the same time, drawing another shiver from the mighty giant as he finished inside of her.
A closeness she hadn’t expected came over them as they lay together after, having shared something more intimate than ever.
“Will I get pregnant?” she asked. “How does that even work? With dragons I mean.” She laughed. “I know how getting pregnant works.”
Garath chuckled as well. “Dragons are known for being pretty potent. Are you on any birth control?”
She shook her head.
“Oh. Well, then there’s a good chance. No diseases though,” he added hurriedly as she looked a little surprised. “Never from a dragon.”
“That’s good.”
Her hand curled over her stomach. She would carry his children, she decided. Maybe not today, maybe not this week. But soon.
“We’re getting married,” she told him, speaking softly into his ear before he moved from on top of her.
“With pleasure, my love. When?”
She thought about it. “Two weeks. No more than that.”
“I’ll be there.”
“You’d better be! You’re kind of one of the stars.”
He laughed, sitting up at last. “You’re going to need a ring though.”
“Right.” She held up her left hand, looking at the empty finger second from the end.
Garath’s hand covered hers, his eyes focusing for a moment. Then he removed them.
“Oh, Garath.”
From out of nowhere he’d conjured her a ring. It was made of pure black, but that didn’t matter to her; it was sort of fitting in a way. The band was plain and unadorned, but the stone itself wasn’t actually a stone. It was a sharp-angled and straight-sided cup of sorts. It housed a pool of acid so shiny the light in the room reflected off it as it swirled around.
“Do you like it?”
“Like it? I love it. It’s perfect. It’s so…you.” She looked at it some more.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just…well, what if I turn it upside down? Won’t it spill out?”
He laughed and flipped her hand over. Nothing happened. “Oh. Okay. Then yes, it’s perfect!”
Garath embraced her tightly, reluctant to let her go even a few inches away.
“I love you, Garath.”
His arms squeezed her more. “I love you, Marie.”