Accepting Caladon’s Scales
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“Yes. They have no pod and Maelgwn offered them a place here since Taolma is my son,” Caladon replied. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss to Leroy’s temple. “Is it normal to discuss my son when I still have my dick in your ass?”
Snickering at the teasing, Leroy just managed to shrug, too tired to do too much else. Too many long work shifts were catching up to him, combined with the multiple amazing orgasms, and the pull of sleep felt too strong. “Eh,” he muttered.
Caladon chuckled again. He slouched down some on the branch and clutched Leroy tightly to his chest. “Sleep, my love. I will keep you safe,” he urged, kissing Leroy’s temple again.
Leroy did, content in the knowledge that his lover would do just that.
About the Author
Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals…move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.
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