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He reared back as if he’d been shot, stared at me with eyes of purest mercury, then was between my legs, lifting my hips to meet his thrust, the burning brand of him deep in my body the most exquisite of sensations. It took even less time than our previous bout, his climax coming almost immediately, with mine following as the last echoes of his roar of completion faded away into the night.

I didn’t recover for at least ten minutes, but when I did, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I don’t even have the strength to open my eyes to see what it is you find so funny. You have worn me out, mate, and that is not something that happens frequently to a dragon,” he said, and then defied his words by opening both eyes and rolling over onto his side, pulling me close against his body. “What is it you find amusing?”

I kissed his nose, tugging gently on one dreadlock until he gave me his fire. “I was thinking that the people in this neighborhood are going to report us if we keep it up. I love you, Gabriel.”

“And I love you, my adorable little dominatrix. I failed at foreplay again, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but I’m not complaining.”

He smiled, and it was a smug smile, a purely male smile, a gesture that acknowledged his awareness that he had pleasured me to the tips of my toes.

I bit his shoulder and snuggled up against his chest, all worries temporarily driven away by the dragon who lay curled protectively around me.

Chapter Fourteen

The sanctuary we had found in the park ended with the sound of a police siren passing by. Gabriel stretched and gently pried me off him so he could get up. “I suppose we should return to Drake’s house. I wish to see Fiat.”

I groaned as I sat up, muscles worn and well used in the vigorous lovemaking that was so common with Gabriel. “He was conscious when I went to bed. Mad as hell, but conscious. I think Drake was going to wait until you arrived to talk to him.”

“Drake knows it is my right to kill him,” he said matter-of-factly as he pulled on his pants and shoes.

I looked with dismay at the remains of my clothing. “You’re not going to kill him. Crap. I ripped your shirt off you, didn’t I? How am I going to get back to Drake’s house?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” He ignored my last question to address my statement, offering me his hand. I took it and let him pull me to my feet.

“Because you’re not a vindictive person,” I said, looking around for anything I might use as a covering. He picked me up in his arms.

“Shadow. I will carry you home.”

“That’s going to look a little odd,” I pointed out as he started off to the gate.

“It can’t be helped.”

He was silent as he strode through the streets, keeping out of the streetlights as much as possible. He did, in fact, garner a few odd looks from passersby as he carried an apparently invisible burden, but the street was dark enough that I doubted if anyone saw my naked form.

István opened the door to Drake’s house. Gabriel had set me down, standing in front of me as the light spilled out of the house onto the front steps.

“May we borrow your shirt?” Gabriel asked István.

The green dragon blinked a few times, but obediently peeled off his shirt and handed it over to Gabriel, who shoved it behind his back. I took it, pulling it on over my head, shivering with the cold now that I didn’t have Gabriel to warm me.

István said nothing as Gabriel stepped aside and I entered the house clad in only the shirt.

“It’s a long story,” I told István.

He just grinned, closing the door behind us.

“Is Magoth still unconscious?” I asked as we headed for the stairs.

“No.” He made a face. “He is with Catalina.”

Gabriel raised his eyebrows.

“You don’t want to know,” I told him. “Neither, for that matter, do I. I’m going to bed.”

Gabriel didn’t join me for an hour, and then he had only just fallen asleep before it was time to wake him up for the sárkány.

“I hate to do it,” I told Kaawa as we walked slowly up the stairs from the breakfast room. “He only got to sleep an