Azy had sent messages through his warriors half a dozen times when he had been in battle these past weeks. Her words of love would have been embarrassing if he hadn't been so tickled that she didn't seem to care that she made his warriors say adorable things like hope your kicking butt today or giving them a specific number of kisses, they were to give him. He could use her kisses and words of encouragement now.
“Yes sir. She said to tell you, and I quote, get your ass back home now.”
That didn't sound good. Azy was the one who had postponed their wedding in the first place and sent him off to help Gris fight these battles. She said she wanted the Gold Wyr strong and whole before their Wyvern celebrated his marriage. If she was asking for him, there must be something wrong.
After the battle and the explosion, it wasn't likely there was a mirror or any other shiny surface around that he could either talk to her or use the First Dragon’s sword to transport himself back to her.
“Gris, I need to fly. Azy needs me.”
Gris nodded. “Go to your mate. I will continue to hunt Geshtianna.”
Cage had no doubt about that. “I'll return as soon as I can with more dragon warriors.” Unmated ones, he wouldn’t take that risk again. “We will find your mate and your brother.”
He and Gris clasped arms. “I know. Now, go. Be with your mate, Wyvern. I have a feeling those twin babies your having are going to be important to us all.”
He Likes Big Butts
It didn't occur to Cage until he was somewhere over Egypt that he could have probably called Azy on his cell phone. He opted instead to ask the winds for an extra boost to get him home as soon as he could.
He got to Spain just after sunrise and followed the sweet and salty scent of his mate to find her in the secluded treehouse he'd had built for them instead of the palatial estate overlooking the ocean.
He landed quietly and shifted into his human form. For a moment he simply stood there, staring at her, thanking the First Dragon she was safe.
Azy slept, with her long black hair spread across the pillows, her dark skin glowing, her lush pregnant body covered in a light blanket. Wind and sky above, she was beautiful.
She was his.
He slipped out of his clothes and into bed with her, curling his body around hers. His hands wandered over every inch of her, softly, slowly. He should let her sleep, but he needed to feel her, assure himself she was okay.
Azy had been pregnant with his babies for approximately three months and he knew nothing about pregnancy, but loved how her body had filled out, her breasts had swelled. She had grown more lush in all the right places.
He’d been gone from her side for almost a month, hunting for the demons who’d attacked his Wyr, killed and kidnapped his people. In that short time her belly had gotten bigger with his babies inside.
Cage ran his palms over her body and swore he felt his little ones moving. Wasn’t it too early for that? In fact, her stomach seemed about twice as big as it had before.
Azy stirred and rolled to her side. “If you rub my back, I’ll love you forever.”
He chuckled and started in on her shoulders. “You’ll love me forever anyway.”
“True, but if you get that spot in my lower back that’s been killing me, I’ll show you exactly how much I love you.”
His fingers found all of the hard knots in her muscles and her groans of pleasure had him growing harder with each one. Rubbing her back wasn’t the only way to relax her.
“Spread your legs for me, Azynsa. Let me eat that pretty pussy of yours. Then I’ll fuck you nice and slow, making you come on my cock over and over. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for and I’ve been missing you fiercely.”
Azy rolled in his arms and gave him a nice deep kiss. Although it wasn’t nearly long enough. “You are a dirty dragon and I’d love nothing more than to let you do exactly that, but if I don’t get up and pee, for the eleventeenth time since I went to bed, I’m going to float away.”
Cage reluctantly let her go and Azy groaned as she scooted to the side of the bed. She sat there for a moment before pushing herself up and crossing the small room.
His lover moved like she was exhausted. A sucking hollow formed in his chest at the thought of his mate suffering. Cage got up and waited outside the door of the little water closet and the second she stepped out he lifted her up into his arms.
She didn’t even fight him, only curled her head into his shoulder and let him carry her all two meters back to their bed.
“Is this why you called me back, my love? Are you ill, is there something wrong with the babies?”
He hadn’t noticed any aroma of disease on her, only the distinct scents of the two small lives growing inside of her.
The wall of leaves that surrounded the treehouse opened and a soft white glow pushed through. A beautiful woman in the flowing white robes of a nun and a dozen or so necklaces hanging around her neck that faintly glowed red, blue, gold, and green walked in and stood at the end of the bed. “Azynsa is fine. It’s hard work growing dragon babies, and these two are in a hurry to get born.”
