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he was anything else he had ever claimed to know. Watching her in the courtyard that had once been nothing but packed dirt, but now boasted exotic flowers that hadn’t grown in these lands in over a millennium, his chest felt tight and full. He had been right about her; Sippora was sweetness and light, soft, gentle and kind. The only ferocity he had ever witnessed in her was in bed.
                Remembering the night before made his cock heavy watching her now, the gauzy white linen he had provided for her to wear hiding nothing of her dark beauty from him. His mind wandered back to the way she’d been bent over while he drove inside her from behind, her hands tied by the rope she had come to love. But she would only allow him to tie her for a short time. He had ended up on his back while his little dragon tamer had rode him to oblivion.
                Ahhh, how the walls of her impossibly tight quim had tightened down on him. milking his essence from his body. How was it possible to be that snug and that wet at the same time? And although he watched her now with building lust in his heart, the memory that came to him with the most force was the clinging kiss that had followed their explosive lovemaking and the way she had cuddled into his side.
                Yes, he loved her. There was little point in running from that very real truth.
                “Ummmm, it looks like my dragon needs taming.”
                It was hard not to smile—he could never remember being this happy in all his long existence. Was this how humans felt when they mated? He doubted it. What he felt was too possessive, too all-consuming for him to even consider sharing her with another man as many of the humans did because of their lack of women. In any case, she was his. She was his and he'd protect and cherish her for the rest of their lives. The fates might have a wicked sense of humor, but Uryen couldn't find it in him to feel anything other than gratitude.
He put his hand over Sippora's and guided her to his growing erection. “This dragon certainly does.”
“I'm up for the challenge if you are,” she replied, humor and love shining in her eyes.
But first there was something more, a confession he owed her and he wasn’t going to put it off any longer.
                “I love you Sippora,” Uryen admitted finally. How freeing it felt to finally but voice to the sentiment he had so long feared. “I love you with all my heart for all of eternity.”
“I know,” she smiled gently, reaching up to cup his cheek in her palm. “I’ve always known.”
 
 
 
Epilogue
 
                The sights and sounds of Annwn played in Tura’s mind even while deep in sleep. Centuries of history were seen and heard, felt even, but he had been helpless to participate. Trapped in a sleep so deep he had not so much as rolled over in so long he could no longer number the years, Tura had given up hope. Prophecy be damned, he had been convinced the Dragon King had damned them all. The tribe dragons had roamed free, unable to seek companionship but sworn to protect dying tribes on a dying world. Tura felt the seven dragon lords under his command in their loneliness and despair. There had been nothing he could do to help them, to console them. In a way Tura thought himself lucky, because at least in his sleep he had not been banished to be so close but to never be a part of their world, not like they had once been.
                But then something had happened. At first, Tura thought it was his imagination. One single claw had moved. Not much, less than inch, but it definitely moved—the sound of the sharpened, deadly weapon against the stone castle floor echoed loudly throughout his hidden keep. Then he felt the desires of the dragon protector of his clan. One after another, tribe after tribe, the dragon libido so long