Treasure Lane Dragons: Complete Series (BBW Paranormal Dragon Shapeshifter Romance) by Anya Nowlan Page A

protected and safe. Every thrust was heaven, even as she slowly came down from the high of her orgasm.
    Gemma reached up, kissing his neck and then his ear, catching his earlobe between her teeth. She sucked on it a little, and he moaned, rolling over on his back so she was on top. Gemma gasped, sinking even lower on his cock so the way he filled her was just on the very edge of intense pleasure and pain.
    This is so good… she managed to think, before Devon grabbed her by her hips and started moving her up and down on his slick, throbbing rod.
    “Yes!” she hissed, grinning as she rode him as hard as he’d pumped her.
    Gemma locked eyes with her demanding dragon as he kneaded her tits with his big palms, so obviously enjoying all that her body had to offer. “This is amazing,” she whispered, watching Devon’s muscles constrict and spasm as he teetered on the very edge of his release.
    “Fuck, Gem…”
    “Cum for me,” she said, and that was it.
    Devon let out a roar, and his fingers dug so hard into her flesh that she was sure he would break skin. Her nails scraped at his biceps, holding on for dear life as he pounded into her, his thick seed filling her pussy.
    Gemma didn’t want to get off. She watched him, bathed in the golden light of his treasure cave, completely sated and with that hazy look in his blue eyes that told her that he was as relaxed as he could ever be. She didn’t just see the billionaire dragon bastard she’d been seeing since moving in. There was softness there. Affection. Admiration even. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful and valued.
    Like someone who could make a difference in his life. Fighting back a rush of emotions, she slumped down on his body, resting her head on his chiseled chest. Immediately, his arms cradled her against him, his hand fisting in her honey hair.
    “I think we’re going to have to come down here more often,” he said, grinning. She couldn’t have agreed more.
     

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
    Devon
     
    Devon’s life had certainly been on an upswing during the last few days. After the scorching hot session with Gemma in the caverns, he had been walking on cloud nine. Though everything wasn’t quite perfect yet (she still wouldn’t wear the things he gave her, and she’d taken the bracelet off as soon as they’d recovered from their little romp), at least she wasn’t avoiding his company anymore. She would join him for dinner, and he would seek her out daily in the library, stealing kisses when she least expected it and meeting only the most meager of defenses.
    The way her tongue dipped into his mouth every time he went in for a kiss told him all he needed to know. He wasn’t in it alone anymore, and there was some comfort in that, even though there was still a long road ahead.
    Each day that passed brought the gold moon closer – a fact that was certainly not lost on Devon Bluewing. Each night, he would take a long flight around the mountains and over Gold Valley in a desperate attempt to clear his thoughts, and each time, he would come up short. There was no getting over the fact that his immediate future loomed over him, as foreboding as it was promising. Yes, things were warming up between him and Gemma, but would she go through with the wedding voluntarily?
    Or would he have to force her, driving a wedge between them again? And not only that, the other council members would doubtless want to witness the ceremony, so the pleasure and the pain wouldn’t even be a private affair.
    His blood boiled at the thought of any of them even laying eyes on her. Until she was marked as his, anything could happen. This meant that he was constantly on high-alert, suspecting everything and anything of trying to ruin his budding happiness.
    Devon could easily imagine himself ripping off the head of another dragon just because he thought to crack wise about his betrothed and how she hadn’t worn anything from his hoard yet. It made his stomach turn. Making