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    He lifted his mouth from her breast but paused to gently trail his tongue over the over-sensitized flesh. His intense gaze met hers, and slowly, he pushed two long fingers inside her, and she moaned in approval.
    “Like this?” he asked. As if to taunt her further, he began an unhurried, even piston. His thumb alternately circled and scraped over her clit.
    “You’re a jerk,” she growled. Her nails bit into his shoulders
    He jabbed a bit harder, drawing a guttural cry. “Better?” he asked.
    She would so pay him back for the teasing. But not now. She reveled in the sensation of him finally giving her what she’d begged for. His mouth returned to her breasts, where he left little bites along the slope, inflicted in unison with each thrust.
    Meda smoothed her hands down his back to his hips, but when she reached around for his cock, he pushed her fingers away.
    “None of that.”
    “But I want to touch you, too.”
    He brushed his mouth over hers. “Nope.”
    “Lucan,” she groaned as he shifted between her thighs. The needy sound of her breathy cry still echoed as he shoved deep, filling her with his long, wide cock in one rapid drive. A frenzy shot through her. Anxiously, she worked against him. Every ion of her being reached for him and the soul-searing climax he’d bring.
    His teeth scraped her shoulder, near her neck, and he moaned deep in his throat as if in pain. His hips thrust faster. “I need to taste you,” he muttered.
    “Yes,” she replied.
    His hands fisted in the blanket on either side of her shoulders. “God, don’t say that.”
    Meda wondered at his vehemence but was soon lost in his passion. The exchange seemed to have deepened his drive for release. Together, they climbed, bodies undulating as one. Meda wrapped her legs around his powerful thighs, opening herself to receive him deeper.
    Her orgasm built like a storm, sending lightning strands to her extremities until finally, it exploded. She froze, arched against him, as pleasure whirled through her veins in a blast of perfect energy. Above her, he groaned, and she felt his seed filling her.
    Together, they collapsed to the blanket. Lucan turned to his side, pulling her into the curve of his arms. She rested her head on his biceps as they each struggled for breath.
    “Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered, pushing strands of damp hair from her face.
    Her consciousness gasped though outwardly she made no sound. “There’s so much to learn,” she murmured. “You’ve changed. You’re not the same person you were; I’m not the same, either.”
    “Where it matters we’re both the same,” he refuted. “Meda, I’m asking for forever.” Lucan sighed. “Just think about it, okay. Right now, I guess we should get back to the main part of the compound. Janos is expecting us for dinner. The family wants to meet and welcome you.” He reached out a hand and helped her to her feet.
    A menacing laugh came from the darkness. Meda flinched and Lucan immediately stepped in front of her.
    “Look what we have here,” came the voice. “A Dragon all alone with his mate.”
    Terror screeched through Meda as five sets of glowing blue eyes shone from the dark shadows. Lucan growled. In a split second, dark green, almost black, scales slide over him, cascading like a waterfall. His body grew taller and wider, his legs becoming as thick as tree trunks and his wings unfurling around her as she stood close to his back. Spinning, he drew her into his arms and rushed for the stairs.
    Five blasts of energy slammed into them. Lucan took the brunt as the attack sent him sliding across the slate on his back. Immediately, he leapt to his feet. Fire flared from his mouth as he sprayed the bevy of Djinn with flames.
    Another strike propelled Lucan into a wall, and terror slid through Meda. The cavern that had so recently echoed with the sounds of passion now resounded with the cacophony of mayhem. Lucan shook with each barrage, but refused to give