Dragon Maid by Ann Gimpel

clenched around him; he added another finger and felt her barrier give way just as the rhythmic contractions of a second climax milked his fingers. He pressed his palm hard against her vulva to make sure she finished. Britta bucked against his hand and shrieked her delight. Her joy warmed his soul. He wanted to make her come a hundred times. A million. He wanted to devote his life to pleasing her.
    Jonathan raised his face from her breasts so he could look at her. Britta’s neck was thrown back, corded with passion. Her eyes, glazed with heat lust, opened and she met his gaze. “Ye dinna hurt me.” She thrust her hips upward, moving his fingers deeper inside her. She wrapped a hand around his cock and grinned. “When do I get the real thing?”
    “How about now?” His voice was thick, rough with need.
    “Aye, now would be good.”
    He grinned back. “You’re a greedy little thing. You’ve already come twice.”
    “And is there a tariff on orgasms?”
    “Not that I’ve heard of.” He tried to move, but she held fast. “You have to let go if you want me inside.”
    His heart thudded hard; his throat was so dry he couldn’t swallow. He’d never wanted anything as intensely as he wanted the woman splayed before him. Jonathan kneeled between her legs, took hold of his cock, and guided the head of it against her opening. He practically came just from the heat of her circling his glans. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his body. Her golden gaze never left him.
    He tried for restraint, lowering himself an inch at a time until the charged warmth of her surrounded him. She wriggled and tightened her muscles. His cock was about to explode. He withdrew and sank inside her twice more before his control fled, and he drove himself into her body faster and faster. Britta gripped his hips; her nails digging into him only intensified his pleasure.
    Heat enveloped him, caught him up, and held him suspended until he felt her pussy contract around him. The climax he’d been holding back blasted out in shuddering bursts of ecstasy. He came for a long time, shattered by the coupling. Gasping, panting, he collapsed atop her and felt her arms close around him.
    “’Tis done,” she murmured in his ear. “We are joined.”
    “Aye,” Tarika crowed. “All of us.”
    He rolled off Britta, lay on his side, and pulled her into his arms. “You were the most incredible, the most perfect, the most—”
    She placed a hand over his mouth. “Hush. Doona ruin it with words.”
    “Okay. I won’t.”
    Britta snuggled against him. “I’m surprised Kheladin and Lachlan aren’t ripping Maggie’s spell apart.”
    “Give them time. They will.”
    “We need to alter our binding,” Tarika nudged.
    Jonathan nodded to himself. Yes, there were many things that needed attention. Not the least of which were all the things couples usually worked out before they fell into their marital bed. Like where they’d live and what she’d do while he worked. “Speaking of bonding.” Heat rose to his face. He was glad she was buried in his arms and not looking at him. “Are we, um, married?”
    Britta pushed away so she could see him. Her golden eyes gleamed mischievously. “Seems like the sort of question ye might want to have asked afore.”
    He laughed. “So it is. But I didn’t. Are you going to answer me?”
    “Would ye like it if we were?” She arched a coy brow.
    Well, would I? He considered it. “Yes. Although there are a whole lot of details we haven’t talked about at all.”
    “Such as?”
    “Where we’ll live. What we’ll do. Whether I’ll keep working at the same job, although I’ll have to work somewhere if we want to eat.”
    Britta laughed, great rolling gouts of belly mirth. Tears streamed from her eyes. Finally he couldn’t stand it. “What the hell is so funny?” He batted back annoyance. If there was a joke here, it had passed him by.
    “Ye just mated with a dragon shifter. Any dragon worth their salt