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Hated the thought of having his cock encased in latex. He didn’t want anything separating him from his mate.
    This situation had been covered in culture classes and during IRE orientation. He hadn’t needed the information until now.
    He kissed her deeply, rocked his shaft over her clit. Cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple.
    His mate’s scent deepened. Her need deepened.
    “I’m safe,” he said, glorying in the feel of Saffron’s skin against his and the heat in her eyes.
    Her nails scraped over his back. His hips bucked.
    “I believe you,” she said. “But I’ve got my rules. You need to suit-up.”
    Curse it! But looking down into her beautiful face, he couldn’t help but feel blessed.
    Suppressing a growl, he rolled away and opened the nightstand drawer. It was a good thing he’d recognized early on that she was a troublesome kind of mate.
    “I’ll do it for you,” she said, and he shuddered imagining it, doubted he’d last long enough to get inside her.
    “I’ve got it.” And curse it, there was no way he’d say, next time you can do it .
    The growl that might have been his voice became a moan as she kissed along his neck.
    He rolled the condom on, his cock screaming all the while though ultimately it was entirely pragmatic.
    Covering Saffron’s body again, he took her lips, tongue thrusting, demanding.
     She spread her legs. And finally, finally after a month of waiting, of wanting, he entered his mate.
    Pure pleasure engulfed him. He burned, needed, only barely, barely clung to his control.
    A thrust and he was done with thought. Could only move.
    Deeper. Deeper.
    Not nearly deep enough.
    His lips clung to hers. His tongue glided, twined, mated.
    Fingers entwined, he held her hands to the dark blue sheet. It wasn’t completely safe, not with the sheaths burning, the spurs so close to descending, but it was safer than having his wrists in contact with her back or sides or stomach.
    He thrust harder, faster, the sounds of Saffron’s pleasure and the tightening of her body telegraphing her climb toward release.
    He fought the dragon instinct to bond, only barely kept all three spurs sheathed but readily surrendered to the masculine need to make his woman come.
    Changing the angle, he struck her clit with each thrust, fiery heat gathering in his balls and at the base of his spine. She consumed him, was everything he wanted, a treasure beyond compare.
    Faster, harder, and she met those fast, hard thrusts, welcomed them. Came because of them, her channel tightening, rippling, demanding, freeing the fiery heat gathered in his balls so it streaked through his cock and up his spine to explode in his head.
    He collapsed and slid off her. Rolled away long enough to deal with the condom, then smiled when she cuddled against him, her back pressed to his chest. He rubbed his cheek against Saffron’s silky hair and sent a smug, silent, unheard message to Crew. See. I’ve got total control of the situation.
    He nibbled his way across his mate’s shoulder. Dragon instinct didn’t lie, Saffron was the one. Her ass was the perfect cushion for his cock, her breasts the right size for his hands, and her scent…
    He breathed deeply and that was enough to send blood downward in a hot rush meant to fill his cock so he could get back inside her.
    “Again?” she murmured.
    “Why not?”
    To his ears, her laugh was almost a dragon’s purr.
    “Can’t think of a single reason,” she said, a sultry satisfaction in her voice, a satisfaction that would deepen once she’d learned that he was a dragon and she was a dragon’s mate.
    He risked a bite to the place where her neck met her shoulder. Imagined them as dragons, perched on smooth, sun-warmed rocks, their bodies locked together.
    He hardened further, pressed against her, the sheathed spur in his shaft so close to emerging that it made his cock head throb. He bit again, sucked, wanted to leave a mark but headed the warning in her slight