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into his skin, stirring his passion higher.
    “More, Mace! Harder!” She whispered her need near his ear.
    He gave her what they both wanted, speeding toward a hard, fast climax that sent them both into the sky. Crying out, he clung to her as his body seized with an orgasm unlike any he’d felt before, coming in her tight depths with pulsating spurts that went on and on, draining him and elating him at the same time. He lifted enough to watch her face, ecstatic that he could read her own gasping satisfaction on her beautiful face.
    “Krysta,” he sighed her name as he began the slow journey back to earth. Her hands rubbed at his back even as her sheath continued contract around him in shimmers of delight. He’d heard her call out his name when she came and it was a sound he’d never forget.
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    At length when he pulled back, she was smiling. The beauty of her stole his breath as she touched his face.
    “Thank you, my love.” He kissed her with gentle motions, sated and fulfilled as he’d never been before.
    “I think I should be thanking you.” Her light skin flushed. “That was incredible.”
    He chuckled and kissed her again. “For me too. Want to do it again?”

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Chapter Six
    Drake took the stairs to the Lair wing of the castle with a heavy heart. This part of the mountain fortress was where he’d been born and raised, among the knights and dragons that crowded the massive halls of the public areas. He saw many people he recognized from his youth though few now recognized him. Still, many did double-takes as he passed and he knew it was because he looked so like his blood-father.
    He walked quickly, not allowing himself to be drawn into conversation with any of those who looked at him with questions in their eyes. Let them wonder. The evening ahead would be tough enough without questions from well-meaning childhood acquaintances to delay the inevitable confrontation between himself and Sir Declan.
    Drake turned purposefully into the hall that led to the knights’ and dragons’ private quarters. This hall was one of many in the huge Lair, but Drake knew it well. This way led home.
    He arrived in front of the massive entranceway much sooner than he could have wished. Drake stood a moment, taking in the ornate door inset with carved, painted dragons—representations of Lilla and Arlis, the red and gold dragons who lived within the large suite. It was beautiful work, done by one of the knights who’d been apprenticed as a young boy to a fine woodcarver before being chosen—much to his surprise—as a knight. He’d done it as a gift and much of his work now graced the already elegant castle.
    It was his hobby now, though it brought great joy to his friends and other recipients of his majestic gifts.
    All of the family names were carved into the beautiful door. Drake stared at his own name for long moments…and the name directly next to his. Jenet.
    There was room for more in the design, presumably for when Jenet chose a partner and mated. Drake had always wished deep in his heart of hearts it would be his name, linked with Jenet’s as her knight partner.
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    But those were foolish, boyhood dreams. He loved Jenet too much to saddle her with a knight who was nowhere near good enough to even be a knight. No, Drake had learned well that his talents lay elsewhere. He was a grand spy, a lauded bard, and an all-around magnificent sneak. The more knightly skills were not for him. He’d left most of them behind when he left through this very door fifteen years before.
    Drake had grown and changed a lot since then. He’d become comfortable in his skin, learning who he was without the specter of his blood-father looming large over his shoulder in everything he did. It had been rough at first, but Drake was satisfied now with the way it had all turned out. All…except for Jenet.
    She was