Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
LAITHOG
Waking with my mate in my arms is something I never thought I would experience again. Decadence doesn’t even begin to cover how sublime the feel of her in my arms is, and I can feel my smile grow as the image of a fierce purple dragon stares at me from the material hanging in her window. She truly was meant to be mine.
I had no intention of being forward and asking to sleep in the same room as her, but when we arrived back at her dwelling after the confrontation with Rulzik , she asked me to cuddle her after she finished her nighttime ablutions.
Who was I to deny so simple a request?
So , I had gently climbed into her bed, barely settling in before she practically draped herself over me, sighing as her body relaxed. Our positions must have shifted overnight, resulting in her plush bottom pressed against my pelvis and my arms around her like a vise. One of my wings is draped over us while the other is extended across the bed behind me.
Inhaling her scent makes my eyes practically roll back into my head. Vanilla with hints of cinnamon is now synonymous with my mate.
She smells like home.
Because that’s what she is.
My home.
Suddenly I realize that I can feel the sensation of weight on my feet, and I frown in confusion. I do not remember anything being on my feet when we went to bed last night. Easing my head off the pillow , what I see makes my lip curl in a silent snarl. Both of my mates’ dogs are asleep at the foot of the bed, upside down, with all four feet up in the air. The weight I feel is half of Merry’s body lying across my feet. Glancing over, I see that Pippin has assumed the same position on Paisley’s feet.
Reluctant to wake my mate, I suffer in silence for an extended period of time as the sun slowly rises until I feel Paisley take a deep breath, her ample chest expanding as she slowly emerges from the depths of sleep.
Hazy golden-brown eyes peek up at me as she turns her head towards me. “ Good morning,” she mumbles, turning over until her front is pressed to mine as she burrows deeper into my embrace.
“ Good rising, to you as well,” I rumble, my voice rough with sleep.
Neither of us move, in no hurry to get up.
Unfortunately , we are not the only beings within the confines of this bed. The sound of Paisley’s voice rouses the dastardly duo at the foot of the bed. Gods , they make so much noise between the ear flopping and the metal bits on their collars jangling as they shake their heads.
Raising my wing up, I use it as a shield to prevent the horrid little beast from pouncing all over us, growling under my breath in irritation.
A soft snicker pulls my attention down to the sumptuous female in my arms. “ They just want to be included in the snuggly cuddles, Laithog ,” she says beseechingly and does nothing but laugh harder at my answering snarl.
Reluctantly , I release her from my embrace and watch as her heavy breast sway as she gets out of bed. “ Merry , Pippin , you wanna go outside?”
The dreadful sounds her dogs make in answer to her question cause my ears to flick backwards and pin against the side of my head, their sensitivity assaulted by the cacophony of noise. Flinging an arm over my eyes, I settle myself back into the comforting support of my mate’s bed and doze as I wait for her to return. I can hear her moving through the house as she lets both vexations out to do their morning business, and then back into her kitchen to turn on the coffee pot.
I listen as she moves back through the bedroom and into her bathroom , chuckling quietly as I hear her turn on the water in the basin. After the things we’ve done, she is still shy about her bodily functions. A few moments later I hear a whooshing sound, followed by the swish of her teeth cleaning brush moving across her teeth.
I hear the bathroom door creak open and then flick an ear in her direction when I hear her steps slow.
It appears as though she deliberately quiets them. Willing to play along, I don’t move, lying there as if I have no idea that she’s attempting to sneak up on me. My hearing is so sensitive I can hear her heartbeat, but I won’t ruin my mate’s fun. She was so melancholy last eve that I welcome her playfulness this rising.
No matter how odd it is for me to rise with the sun instead of with the setting of the sun. I hear her take a slow, deep breath and have to hide my smile.
She’s about to pounce.
I no more have that thought when her body collides with mine and she shouts, “ Gotcha ! I’ve got you pinned sir, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” she gloats, and I can smell the mint on her breath while her plush thighs cuddle my hips where she straddles me.
“ I suppose I must surrender to a worthy adversary,” I retort, willing to play, as long as she keeps smiling at me like that as I take in the sight of the dressing gown she wears. It’s got a peculiar little blue creature with a garish smile and four arms on it, staring back at me.
Letting her fingers trail down the length of my chest, distracting me from my perusal of her sleeping clothes, she scooches back to make room for her questing fingers. Stopping at my seam, she begins to torment me with tantalizingly brief strokes of her fingertips against the sensitive scales lining the edges.
“ I want to see your cock.”
Not one to deny my mate, I allow my fully erect prick to extrude from my slit into her waiting hands.