Their End

Chapter 10 | Dragon Blocked

SAM

I laid on Gentry’s shoulder, running my hands lazily over the planes of his abdomen. His heart beat a strong, steady rhythm beneath my fingers. The sun slowly set toward our feet, painting the sky in a beautiful array of pinks, oranges, and purples.

“It’s so quiet,” Gentry sighed.

“Sometimes I forget what quiet sounds like,” I laughed.

“Sometimes I feel like I need to apologize to my mom and Nicole for putting up with all of us,” he smiled.

“At least they had Amanda,” I reasoned. “It’s also hard to imagine Cullen as loud and rambunctious.”

“Oh, Pip kept up with us. We couldn’t shake her,” he assured me. “Carson was the quiet one.”

“Hmmmm,” I said. “I don’t hate it. It’s nice to have moments like this, but all the kids running around is kind of nice.”

I laid my arm over Gentry’s stomach, soaking in his warmth. It was his turn to run his fingers over my skin in absent patterns. Heat burned through me. I tilted my head up just enough that I could kiss along his stubbly jaw.

“Be careful, little witch,” he murmured. “We’re finally alone. I might not be able to hold back.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I taunted him. He rolled us over until he was hovering over top of me with a devilish grin.

A crash sounded from the woods. We both looked over as Fifi came swooping towards us. “CAN I HAVE A TASTE?!”

***

I sat on the bed, folding clothes. Grayson was having a sleepover in Callum’s room, and Gentry was showering after getting mucky in the woods. Once everything was in neat piles, I flicked my hand in the air to make all the socks pair themselves. It was so tedious.

Gentry emerged from the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his blonde hair. Steam billowed out behind him. “It’s so cute when you do that,” he laughed as he caught sight of the socks pairing themselves.

“Do what?” I asked, unfolding myself from the bed and coming over to him.

“Use magic for the little things you hate doing,” he smiled, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me flush to his body. He discarded his towel, and I ran my hands over his bare shoulders. Gentry reached around to cup my ass, squeezing just enough to grind my hips into his. I hummed appreciatively as his d**k hardened in his pants.

“I use magic for things I like doing as well. Sometimes magic makes it more… interesting,” I smiled.

Gentry’s eyes grew darker. He leaned in and traced his lips along my jaw. “Are things getting more interesting tonight?”

“Let me see what I can do,” I smiled. With a flick of my hand, our clean, folded laundry went to the dresser and closet. With a follow-up snap, we were transported to the bed, me straddling Gentry’s hips.

He ran his hands up my stomach under my shirt. “I love it when you do that,” he said.

I leaned down to kiss him but froze when I heard tapping on our window. I peeked over to see Fifi’s face smashed against the glass.

“CAN I HAVE A TASTE?” her muffled words bled through.

***

“No,” Gentry said from behind his desk.

I pouted as my shoulders fell. “Why not?”

“Because the damn dragon is awake and somewhere around this packhouse. You better turn yourself off right now before she comes crashing in here. Last time, her tail took out an entire shelf!” he grouched at me.

“I helped you get it cleaned up,” I scoffed. “Come on. A quickie over the desk. I’ll lock the door.”

“She’ll break it down, and then I’ll have to spend the afternoon fixing a door instead of getting through all this stuff for the board meeting,” he shook his head. “Plus, everything was put back but not in the right place.”

I shrugged and rolled my eyes. Magic was good, but it wasn’t perfect. “I feel like you are missing an opportunity here,” I snorted.

“I may be mated to a witch, but having a threesome with a dragonborn never crossed my mind as an opportunity,” he scoffed in return.

My eyes went wide. Gentry’s head snapped up when he realized what he said. “I didn’t- I mean- I wasn’t-”

“You’ve thought it!” I gasped.

He swallowed audibly. “Don’t be ridiculous! I’m just a red-blooded wolf! We have healthy s****l appetites!”

I stared at him with my mouth open.

“She runs around asking to taste you all the time! I’m sure the imagery has even popped into Cinderella’s mind!” he blustered.

“Remi’s not as innocent as you think. She has two mates, for crying out loud. Gentry, are you saying you’ve pictured it?” I couldn’t help but shift a little in my seat. His mouth moved as he tried to form an excuse. “You have!”

Gentry’s blush confirmed my accusation. “Just because it has crossed my mind doesn’t mean I would actually suggest it,” he defended. “Wait! What about you?”

“Don’t turn this around,” I sputtered.

Gentry stood from his desk. “Oh, you aren’t pinning this all on my side. You’ve thought about it too!”

“She’s… enthusiastic,” I said, trying to find a reasonable explanation. Gentry came around the desk and planted himself in front of me. He crossed his arms over his chest with a smug smile. “Don’t give me that look!” I snapped, but it lacked any heat.

“Little witch, are you perhaps curious?” he laughed.

“No,” I lied.

“You are,” he chuckled. “I can also admit I’d thought about watching it play out a time or two.”

“You – what?” I gasped. I had come to my mate’s office to proposition him for a quickie, and now we were discussing letting Fifi get her taste of me.

“If you’re too scared, you can just tell me. No judgment,” he shrugged. The speed at which he had gone from a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar to cool as a cucumber was ridiculous.

“I never said I was scared,” I said as I stood.

“You never can turn down a challenge, can you, Little Witch?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. I could feel it; this conversation was turning him on. I would be lying if I denied the slight throb between my legs. “Are you suggesting that I would chicken out if you, what,” I waved my hands in the air. “Gave Fifi permission?”

“Quite the opposite,” he chuckled. “I think you’d do it. I think it would be a great show.”

“Are we seriously talking about…” I trailed off. I had to shake my head; there was no way. “That’s crazy.”

“As crazy as everything that led to Fifi coming to our realm?” he countered.

I couldn’t argue with him. From the moment I got roped into their lives, there had been very few events you couldn’t qualify as crazy. “So what? You want to watch her… You wouldn’t be jealous?”

Gentry laughed, making his eyes crinkle in the corners. “I don’t mind watching as long as I can get my turn, too.”

“Really?”

“Remember when you got mad that I tried to clean your cauldron?” he asked. I huffed. I remembered that disaster vividly. “You tied me up and made me watch…”

“You were wild when I finally let the ropes out,” I recalled.

“Same concept,” he smiled.