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The Dragon's Choice: A Dragon Shifter Romance (Bluewater Dragons Book 3)

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by Roxie Ray


  I spread my legs and sighed in contentment when Porter settled between them, his lips finding my neck again. “Porter, now,” I urged. “I want you.” The connection between us was stronger than ever.

  He opened his mouth and his breath danced on my skin before he bit. Moaning, I arched my back as Porter slid inside me, pumping slowly as the connection between us built up an orgasm like I’d never felt before.

  Everything went too fast, but it was far from unsatisfying. An orgasm built and crashed, built and crashed, over and over as Porter held onto my neck and pumped himself into me, the stretch delicious, the connection more than I ever could’ve imagined.

  He let go of my neck and rose up, looking down at me as he thrust harder and faster. Moans slipped past my mouth without me being able to stop them, punctuated by the slap of our skin meeting as our bodies worshipped one another.

  “Porter!” I cried as I came one more time, my inner walls clenching and milking Porter’s orgasm.

  “I love you,” he whispered as he came, then dropped close to pull me into his arms.

  “I love you, too.” Running my fingers lightly along his back, I enjoyed the feel of his weight on me as he came down from his orgasm high.

  Porter slid off of me and I started to burrow myself into him like I loved to do, but then I got a little dizzy. “Whew,” I said. “Get off.”

  He furrowed his brow and sat up. “What’s wrong?”

  Letting him pull me upright, I shook my head. “I don’t know. I’m dizzy and hot all of a sudden.”

  He sucked in a deep breath. “I feel amazing. I can’t believe how good this feels.”

  Skye and Bri had told me that women sometimes took on a bit of magic, had extended health, and just a bit more senses, but this was different. “It’s like I can feel traces of life,” I said in a hushed voice. Looking around the room, I zeroed in on a plant in the window. “Oh, my god,” I hissed. “I can see the life coursing through the plant. It’s…” I closed my eyes and listened. “I think it’s whispering to me, but I can’t make out what it’s saying.”

  “Are you okay?” he asked, arms out like he was about to jump up and save me from the unknown magic.

  “I think your magic woke mine,” I said. “This time I’m not wearing the necklace.”

  Swaying slightly, I let the sound of the plant in the window comfort me. “Vlad said my people were earth pixies. It makes sense. It’s subtle. I think I can tune it out, but I don’t want to.”

  Continuing to be in tune with the magic inside me, which wasn’t overwhelming this time, and didn’t make me feel like I was high as a kite, I followed another whispering thread until I gasped.

  “What?” Porter asked in a scared voice. Poor fella, he didn’t know what to do. I opened my eyes and stared at him.

  “I can feel a line, a lifeline. It flows from you and wraps around me, which I would think is our mating bond, but then a tiny shimmer goes from that one, the blend, and goes down.”

  He nodded. “Okay?”

  “It goes down into my stomach, to my… womb.” I stared at my stomach as Porter breathed harder.

  “Are you sure? Are you okay?”

  “I’m not sure. I don’t even know what to say.”

  I met his gaze and giggled. His lips spread into a big smile as tears filled his eyes. “You’re pregnant.”

  Giggling, I threw my arms around his neck. “I’m pregnant, I think.”

  “How can we find out?” he asked. “What can we do to confirm it? Is there a spell, or should we call Sammy?”

  I laughed out loud and grabbed Porter’s underwear. “We find out the same way everyone else finds out!” Throwing them at his head, I yelled. “Go get us a pregnancy test!”

  We both laughed through him getting dressed. “I’m going to get five,” he said. “So we’ll be sure.”

  As soon as he ran down the stairs, a jingling bell drew my attention. Luckily, I’d put my sleep shirt back on while he’d dressed, so Sammy didn’t get a free show. I burst out laughing again when I spotted the bells hanging on a pretty silver chain around her neck.

  “Jace forced them on me,” she grumbled and shook them.

  “You know?” I asked.

  “Of course I know. How are you feeling?”

  “Amazing. I can see life, especially in that plant. I can see it in you, as well, but it’s muted. The plant’s colors are vibrant and pulsing.”

  “I see it too,” she said. “I see it in all things. It’s a heady sight.” She held out a bracelet. “Put this on.”

  I held out my wrist, trusting the clan witch completely. “What is it?”

  “I suspected this day would come sooner than later. The dragon magic will intensify your earth magic and the trees are some loud sons o’ bitches. The bracelet will help calm them, quieten them. There aren’t any earth pixies around to teach you the limits of your magic, but I know enough to help you.”

  I looked at the pretty braided leather. “Thank you, Sammy. What would we do without you?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m a damn sellout. Damn pixies.”

  Giggling, I looked at the bracelet again, but when I looked up to thank her again, she was gone.

  Later on that night, Porter and I sat on the bed and stared down at five tests that we hadn’t needed after getting Sammy’s confirmation, but I’d taken them anyway.

  Each one was positive.

  24

  Wayne

  I hoped my new client was as cool as Kaylee. This lady had come highly recommended by her, and since I was about to lose my temp job making food for my clan alpha, Anthony, and his mate, Skye, I wanted to fill that spot with this chick. Bianca.

  Skye had just given birth the month before and they’d asked for a six-week plan. That would be up soon.

  The new possible client lived in the only ritzy apartment building in town, which looked good for me. If she could afford to live there, maybe she could afford my high-end packages. I made good money doing this and loved every minute of it. I would do my best whatever package she chose, but it was always nice to sell the big ones.

  Apparently, this lady was newly on her own and they worried she wasn’t eating enough or making herself nutritious meals. The first month, if she liked me, was on her parents.

  She sounded like a pampered princess, but it wasn’t up to me to judge. She might end up being great to work for.

  Her father had asked if I’d cook the meals there. I’d tried doing that at first, but it meant I could only take on two clients at a time and had to charge a premium price. Most people couldn’t swing it.

  Doing the meals out of my home and delivering them brought in a lot more money, plus I got to stretch my culinary chops and work mostly from home. Definitely preferable.

  In the lobby, I typed in the code her father had given me and the intercom buzzed. I’d brought a meal that was refrigerated, not frozen, so with a quick microwave, she could taste a sampling of all the meals I’d made for my clients for the week.

  “Hello?” a smooth female voice came out of the intercom.

  “I’m here to meet Bee,” I said. “I’m a chef, Wayne.”

  “Come on up, Chef Wayne,” she said. The door clicked, so I opened it quickly. Apparently, he hadn’t given me a true code, just one that would allow me to contact Bee’s apartment.

  I rode the elevator to the top floor, where only two apartments were. This place wasn’t penthouse ritzy, but it wasn’t far from it, either.

  I pressed the doorbell and my right forearm erupted in flames. Not literally, but I dropped the bag with food in it as I hissed and yanked up my sleeve.

  The door opened and my entire world shifted. Dizziness washed over me, and my arm burned even hotter.

  I had to take a knee to keep from falling prostrate onto the floor. She touched my tingling skin. “Are you okay?” she whispered. “Chef Wayne? Should I call 911?”

  I tried to find my voice and catch my breath, but the pain above my wrist w
as like torture.

  The clan emblem was starting to appear on my skin.

  She wouldn’t have been able to see it, but the fact that I did told me all I needed to know.

  I looked up into Bee’s warm brown eyes. “Bianca Newman,” I whispered.

  My new boss nodded with a concerned smile. “That’s me.”

  My new boss. And my fucking fated mate.

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  The Dragon’s Choice

  Bluewater Coast: Book 3

  Roxie Ray

  © 2020

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