Sure enough, Finley had arrived in the small hours of the morning, escorted by an equally drunk Leala and Hadriel, who quickly staggered away when they saw me.
Finley hadn’t protested when I gently stripped her and then lifted her into bed. She hadn’t rebuffed me when I slid in beside her and gathered her up in my arms. And she hadn’t pushed me away a few minutes later when I held her hair as she threw up into the washbasin.
I lightly ran my thumb back and forth across her belly, appreciating the warmth of her against my skin while I listened to her soft, even breaths. I was content with her in a way I’d never been content before. At peace by her side, my dragon purring softly and her dragon sounding just as blissful. It was amazing how well we fit together. In all things, we were like two pieces of a perfect whole. I couldn’t fathom not having her in my life. I couldn’t even remember how I’d gotten by without her before the curse.
She stirred and moaned lightly, her hand coming up to rest on her forehead. She said, “Ugh,” before turning and snuggling up against my chest.
“How do you feel?” I asked quietly.
“My head is pounding, and it feels like I have sweaters on my teeth,” she murmured, eyes closed.
“Maybe you should take it easy today?”
“I can’t. I have a million things to do. I have a hangover cure. It was in great demand in my old village.”
“Of course you have a hangover cure.” I laughed softly and was about to jokingly ask if there was anything she didn’t have a cure for when I remembered the elixir for my wings. Given that I didn’t feel much different than after any other one she’d given me, there was one thing, yes, and today I’d stop her from continuing her pursuit. The strain was too much on her. I knew she wanted to help me, and her dragon wanted to fly with mine, but enough was enough. I didn’t need it—I needed her healthy, and her fatigue and anxiety were draining her too much. She’d end up distracted when flying and make a bad judgment call that would get her hurt or worse.
The fight we would have about it would likely be epic.
“I’m not in the mood for sex,” she said, and then kissed my pec, followed by my neck.
“Don’t mind my cock. It’s always like that when I’m with you. I wasn’t planning on—”
I sucked in a breath when she wrapped her hand around my shaft.
“I’m not in the mood, but I need it.” She sucked the skin on my neck to the point of pain before releasing it, marking me. She pushed up to sitting, grabbed her head, and then swung a leg over my hips.
I couldn’t help laugh. “I can be on top if you want? Or I can fuck you while you’re on your side? Being on top is probably the worst possible idea when your head is pounding from a hangover.”
“My dragon is insisting I bob on your cock,” she grumbled, sliding her deliciously wet pussy along my shaft, leaving a glistening trail.
“Well, who am I to argue with your dragon?” I said, gripping her thighs as she pushed her hips forward and then grabbed the base of my cock, running the head through her folds before bracing it at her opening.
“I should be arguing with her, but…” She sat down hard.
My cock drove up into her, and we both groaned loud and long. Her wet depths hugged me tightly, and then she started to move, hard and fast, no frills or nonsense, just fucking. She arched back, the ends of her hair dusting my thighs. She cupped my balls and then kneaded them in the way I loved, increasing my pleasure.
I squeezed her clit between two of my knuckles, making her jolt and then groan. She ran a hand up her belly and over her breast, kneading and then pinching the nipple. I watched, transfixed, and then looked down to my cock disappearing into her tight little body.
“Come inside me,” she said softly as I worked her clit and she rubbed my balls. “I need you to come inside me.”
My dragon pushed up to the surface, filling me with power. Her dragon took it and then gave it back with more, feeling the moment. Feeling our connection.
Finley had been doing this off and on since the mate-heat. She would get into these moods where she needed my cock and my seed. It was like she was a woman possessed, her thirst hard to quench, but it wasn’t with the frenzy of that heated mating in the library. It didn’t overwhelm my dragon.
I’d asked my mother about it, since I didn’t know who else to ask, and she said she suspected Finley’s dragon was suppressing the heat. That her dragon was hoping she could cure me so our dragons could experience the heat while flying. These moments of need were likely the heat trying to resurface.