He didn't like how Lavinia was imprisoned inside the mind, forced to observe and not participate.
Because as much as he liked her dragon, he wanted to experience the fire and strength of the human half he knew better.
However, her dragon wriggled her arse in welcome, and Max got hard again. He'd never recovered so quickly in his life, but he'd never had such a fucking beautiful, clever, and determined woman begging for him to take her either.
Running his hands over her soft arse, he leaned down and kissed the small of her back. "Then let's get started."
He positioned his cock, thrust, and soon lost himself all over again.
And again.
Until he collapsed on his back, out of breath, and finally fell asleep out of exhaustion.
Chapter Five
Lavinia lost track of the days, but knew it'd been more than a week, at least, before she woke up one morning and her head was quiet.
Her dragon was curled up and sleeping inside her mind. She mentally poked her and said,Are you merely tired, or are we done?
Her beast yawned.It's done. Now, leave me alone.
Lavinia barely noticed her dragon falling back asleep. No, the words "it's done" kept repeating inside her head.
She finally turned her head and looked at Max, asleep on his back, one hand under his head and the other across his chest, softly snoring. In that moment, wariness rushed through her. Because despite the many, many times they'd fucked, and kissed, and orgasmed, there was so much she didn't know about him. Her dragon had only let up when he needed to eat or sleep. They hadn't really ever talked beyond the superficial.
And now they would have a child together.
Which was a huge complication all by itself.
His snoring stopped, and she debated feigning sleep. It was cowardly and not her usual way of attacking problems, but shedidn't want to tarnish the best sex of her life with a snide comment. Or, worse, a return to him imprisoning her here so he could locate Dragon's Court on his own.
Because the solstice hadn't arrived yet, meaning they could still line up the key and see the map.
Or at least one of them would.
Max's sleep-heavy voice filled the room, rolling over her, and she shivered. "I'm going to need a minute before we go again. To be honest, I'm surprised you haven't fucked my cock off yet. Although it's not for a lack of trying."
She smiled at his wry tone. That was something she'd learned about him during the frenzy—he had a sense of humor, one she'd never experienced before. "Your cock can safely go on holiday now."
He opened his eyes, and curiosity blazed in the brown depths. "What do you mean?"
Determined not to let the week-plus amazing sex marathon change how she treated him, she said, "Your cock is no longer needed. I'm pregnant. The frenzy is over."
His gaze moved to her sheet-clad stomach and back up again. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm glad. Your dragon is one fucking randy beast."
She smiled. "You seemed to keep up just fine."
He grinned, and Lavinia itched to roll over and lay on his chest.
But they weren't partners in that way. No, just temporary fuck buddies until she'd finished the frenzy.
Although that seemed a cheap way to describe the added layer to their relationship. They'd been rivals for so long, and now they'd thrown sex into the mix, and in nine months, a child too. What the bloody hell came next?
Max rolled to his side, and her gaze dropped to his muscled chest and the sprinkling of hair. She vaguely remembered pulling it a time or two in the throes of an orgasm.
Even though her pussy was sore, it throbbed and ached as if wanting him again.
Max said softly, "Look at me, Lavinia." She complied, and he continued. "What happens now?"