Page 68 of Real Scale Blazer
“You’re mine,” he rumbled, bearing down on her. “Mine.”
She cried out as the hands on her hips seemed to burn into her flesh. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt an almost metaphysical climax pulse through her body. She glanced down to see a dragon tattoo on her right and left hip.
That’s it. I’m claimed. His, forever.
Kai bit her shoulder too. Hard enough to hurt and to remind her of her place with him. Then he kneeled behind her, his hands raking down her shoulders, leaving superficial but painful scratches that only added to the pleasure she was experiencing.
His hands gripped her burning hips as he thrust into her over and over again, his movements powerful, purposeful, but slow.
Quinn groaned as she enjoyed the length of him moving in and out, hitting all the right places inside her.
He pumped his hips with an almost machine-like rhythm, but for the passion he put behind each thrust. Sexy grunts and growls escaped his lips as his desire spurned him on. Quinn twisted the sheets in her hands, holding tight as Kai picked up speed.
His hand snapped forward and grabbed hold of her hair near the scalp. He pulled her head back firmly, causing her to press into him all the harder. She thrust and ground her ass into him, desperately wanting to feel him inside her as deeply and thoroughly as possible.
She opened her mouth to scream out another orgasm. Her limbs trembled. She could barely hold herself up as pulse after pulse of ecstasy thundered through her body. And still, he kept fucking her, harder and faster and deeper. Quinn hollered out another climax, and then another, until he came inside of her at last.
EPILOGUE
Kai watched in bemusement as Gerri Wilder swept into his dining hall, carrying what appeared to be multiple Earth board games and a knowing smile.
“Your Majesty,” she said, eyes twinkling, “trust me when I say these games will change your life. Though possibly not as much as my matchmaking already has.”
Behind her, Lydia burst through the doors in a sparkly dress, Darian following with an armful of boxes. Gerri’s smile widened as she watched them, looking like a cat with cream. “You know,” she said casually in Darian’s direction, “I never do anything by accident. Two dragons, two perfectly matched mates...”
Darian nearly dropped his boxes. “You mean-”
“Oh look, Sidaii wine!” Gerri breezed past him, but not before shooting him a wink. “Perfect for loosening up stoic dragons. And their equally stoic advisors.”
The evening devolved into delightful chaos from there. Reina brought Earth-inspired cupcakes, the AI walls pulsed with festive colors, and Gerri appointed herself official game master.
“Charades,” she announced, “is all about letting go of dignity. Which means you, Your Majesty, are going first.”
“I must... pretend to be a chicken?” Kai stared at his card in horror.
“Think of it as diplomatic poultry,” Quinn suggested, while Gerri added, “Channel your inner farm animal, Your Majesty. With gravitas.”
What followed would live in palace legend forever - the Dragon King attempting to mime a chicken while maintaining absolute regal bearing. Even his advisors broke into laughter.
“Beautiful form,” Gerri critiqued. “Though real chickens rarely look quite so... imperial.”
Lydia and Darian sat close together, her wild red curls contrasting with his dark braid as they shared wine and whispered comments. Gerri watched them with satisfaction before announcing, “My turn! And I’m acting out ‘matchmaker.’“
Her performance, which involved exaggerated cupid poses and dramatic gestures between couples, had everyone howling with laughter. “See?” She pointed between Quinn and Kai, then Lydia and Darian. “Pure genius. I should really start charging more.”
The wine flowed freely, and even Kai found himself relaxing into the warmth of the gathering. Gerri supervised the pouring with enthusiasm. “Liquid courage,” she explained. “Essential for any good Earth party. And proposal plans.”
Kai choked on his wine. “How did you-”
“Please.” Gerri patted his arm. “I’m a professional. Also, you’ve been fondling that crystal box in your pocket all night.”
Later, when Kai led Quinn to the balcony, Gerri herded everyone else into position. “Trust me,” she whispered to the confused advisors. “You’ll want to see this.”
The proposal unfolded perfectly - the twin suns setting, the ring catching the light, Quinn’s eyes shining as Kai dropped to one knee. When she said yes, cheers erupted from their watchingfriends. Lydia clung to Darian, who looked at her like she hung the moons.
“Well,” Gerri announced, dabbing at her eyes while maintaining her perfect makeup, “my work here is done. Two matches made, a kingdom stabilized, and only minimal property damage from all the dragon drama. I’d call that a success.”
“You’re leaving?” Lydia asked, still wrapped in Darian’s arms.