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until she slowly closed the distance between them. Illarion had her kneel in front of him with her back to his front. He rose up on his knees and pulled her against his chest so that he supported both their body weights.
    Nuzzling her neck, he breathed softly in her ear as he ran his hands over her skin. They stroked and teased until she was molten in his arms.
    That’s it, my precious. Just relax and enjoy it.
    Illarion sank his fingers inside her to make sure she was ready to receive him. Arching her back, she reached over her head to bury her hand in his hair again.
    More hungry than he’d ever been, he used his knees to open her thighs wider before he slid himself deep inside her body. She cried out instantly.
    Worried, he froze. Are you all right?
    Edilyn bit her lip at the strange fullness of him buried deep within her body. “I’m fine. It was just a bit startling.”
    But as he teased her ear with his tongue and his hand returned to stroke her, she began to relax again. After a few minutes, he slowly began thrusting against her.
    Edilyn couldn’t believe how quickly the pain fled and gave way to more pleasure. Now she understood why so many sought this. She felt so incredibly close to him right now. And when she felt him tense and release himself inside her, she smiled.
    â€œYou are mine, Lord Dragon.”
    His breathing ragged, he kept himself buried deep within her as he covered them both with another blanket. I will always be yours, Edilyn. Lifting her hand, he pressed it to his lips so that he could nibble her fingertips. Then he gently kissed her. And here the last thing you wanted was a dragon.
    â€œTrue, but you’re nothing like I thought you’d be.”
    He made a strange noise before he manifested something in his hand. When he opened it, she saw a peculiar gold whistle.
    â€œWhat is this?”
    Brushing her hair aside, he placed it around her neck. So that you can call me should you ever need me and I’m not near you. Or if something happens to me, it will summon my brothers to protect you. It’s called a Bane-Cry. Once sounded, all dracokyn are honor-bound to answer.
    She glanced up at him. “Thank you.”
    He inclined his head, then kissed her. I told you, I voraciously protect everything that is entrusted to me. That now includes you.
    â€œShould I be afraid?”
    Nay. As my dragonswan you, alone, will never have cause to fear me.
    â€œYour what?”
    Dragonswan.
    Biting her lip, she smiled up at him. “I like that. So that makes you my what?”
    Dragonswain.
    Leaning back against his shoulder, she fingered his stubbly chin. “My dragonswain.”
    Illarion closed his eyes and savored those words, along with her gentle caress and the scent of her skin. Honestly, he never wanted to bathe the scent of her off him. But sadly, he would have to eventually.
    A light frown creased her brow.
    Is something amiss?
    â€œNay. I was just trying to imagine what kind of children we’ll have. Will they be dragons or human? Do you know?”
    Now was the time to find out exactly how she truly felt about him and his kind. Unless the gods decide to bind us at their own discretion, whims, and time, I will never be able to impregnate you. As with all Were-Hunters, I’m sterile, Edilyn. The Greek Fates took that from me after they cursed our newly made kind.
    Sadness darkened her eyes. “Nay! That’s not fair for you!”
    Happiness flooded him at her honest sincerity. She was truly upset and indignant on his behalf. I would have thought you’d be relieved.
    Tears glistened in her beautiful eyes. “Then you would be wrong. Nothing would have pleased me more than to have borne your children for you. But you said that there is a chance it could happen?”
    There is.
    â€œThen I shall hope for that day.”
    Something inside him shattered at those words. And if I said they’d be dragons?
    â€œYou would have to show