A wicked smile started to creep across his face. "Should I put that to the test, soulmate?" he asked. "Glamor away all of these monstrous features, coarsen my face and give myself human eyes, and see if you still want to make love to me?"

I gave him a look of deep longsuffering that made him laugh, satisfied and happy. "You know full well you make my skin creep in a glamor," I said, and started rinsing out my hair. "I would like to make love to you only while you have fur, scales, and all your limbs, please and thank you."

"Technically that includes me when I weigh multiple tons and stand on four feet," Dain said, in the cadence of a joke but with hesitation underneath.

With a smirk, I kept rinsing my hair, eyes closed and head tilted back. "Sure does," I said, and was richly rewarded by a panting whine of sound. "Might be a bit of a size compatibility issue, but if you're hot for it I'd be more than willing to wrap my arms and thighs around your—"

Dain cut off my words with his mouth, grabbing me by the back of the head and by the ass and shoving me against the shower wall, and I was only too happy to be silenced.

57. Finally

Chapter 57

Finally

His mouth was hot against mine, his skin steaming from his scorching-hot shower and his wet fur almost scalding. I melted into that heat, not hesitating as Dain opened his mouth against mine. I met him with the pent-up sexual desire of a year and a day, sliding my tongue into his mouth to taste him and moaning when he gripped me with the forks of his tongue. He was wearing the fucking tongue piercing – must have glamored it off while he was ginormous – and he kissed me like he was desperate for it.

I hooked one leg around his and he didn't make me climb for it. Dain hauled me up like I weighed nothing, using his wing-hands to take my weight, and dropped his hips between my legs. My back arched without me having any intention of doing such a thing, breaking the contact between our mouths as I grabbed a fistful of his hair and clawed for purchase on his scaled back. The hot shaft of his cock pressed between my legs, growing harder as he groaned and rolled his hips up against me.

Holy shit. He felt incredible, hard bumps sliding across my clit as he thrust up against me with slow power, the fucking ridges along his shaft punctuated with small hard knobs. God, no wonder women kept throwing themselves at the Beast of Phazikai. We were solidly in Bad Dragon territory, and I was looking forward to every damn inch of it.