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mouth over her right bicep.
    The bite was swift and the pain brief, a
tingling, burning left in the wake as he extracted his fangs and
lifted from her. He carried her up the bed, drawing the covers back
and laying her down. She felt drowsy and struggled to keep her eyes
open.
    Tosh snarled and sank his sharp teeth into
his own right bicep and then he licked his lips as his eyes flashed
and his teeth returned to normal. His eyes were half-mast, sleepy
and sexy, and he said with a low voice, “It’s a venom-induced
sleep, sweetheart. When we wake, we’ll be mated completely, the
tattoos a signal to all that we belong to each other for the rest
of our long lives.”
    He stretched out next to her and gathered her
close. The spicy scent of him enveloped her, and she yawned and
cuddled against him as he drew the covers over them. Her eyes
shuttered, and she felt herself slip away into sleep, as the
numbing tingle in her arm intensified for a brief moment and then
disappeared completely.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
    Tosh’s mate rolled over and stretched next to
him. He’d been awake for an hour and had simply watched her sleep.
His to-do list for his new mate was a mile long, but the
contentment he found in the simple act of lying next to her in
their bed had eclipsed anything he’d ever felt before. He’d never
really thought of the mansion as anything but a house, but with
Deci, it was a home now. A place where they would rule the nest as
long as they chose and where their children would roam the
halls.
    Deci squeaked as she stretched a second time.
Her fingers curled and her back bowed a little, bringing her breast
close to his mouth. He kissed the dusky nipple, and she made a
pleased, humming sound.
    “Good morning,” she said.
    “Good morning to you, my sweet mate,” Tosh
said.
    She wrapped her hand around his bicep and
gasped. “Wow, that’s amazing.”
    He brushed his fingers across her matching
tattoo. It was the biggest one he’d ever seen – a beautiful pattern
that stretched from her shoulder to her elbow. It was made up of
swirls and points that centered on the image of a dragon and what
could only be described as a snowflake. Mating tattoos were almost
always solid black, but both of theirs – identical in every way –
were black, green, and white.
    “I think the green is for my dragon and the
white is for your bear,” he said, letting his fingers follow the
beautiful pattern that was at the same time delicate and
strong.
    “That’s not usual?” she asked.
    “No. The ones I’ve seen are solid black.”
    “Is it a good thing?”
    “How could it not be? It’s beautiful, a
mixture of both of us. Does it bother you that it’s so large?”
    She shook her head. “You gave it to me. I
wouldn’t change anything about it.”
    “I wouldn’t change anything about the tattoos
either. They’re the largest ones I’m aware of, and I believe it
means that our connection as truemates is very strong. You were
meant to be in the woods last night, and I was meant to find
you.”
    She smiled. “Thief.”
    “Poacher.”
    She rolled them both until she hovered over
him. “I’m so glad you found me, my fierce dragon mate.”
    She swung her leg over his and straightened,
her lush body highlighted by the morning light that seeped through
the curtains. He slid his hands up the outside of her thighs as she
smiled down at him.
    “I am too.”
     
    * * *
     
    Tosh wanted to stay in bed all day with Deci.
They were newly mated, after all, and humans had something they
called a honeymoon, where they stayed in bed for days and enjoyed
each other. But he and Deci weren’t human, and they weren’t on a
sex-filled vacation celebrating their wedding – they were shifters,
and serpents had a certain way of doing things when it came to
their matings.
    “Why do they call you serpents when you’re
dragons?” Deci asked as she dried off after their joint shower, in
which they got clean, made love, and got clean a