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This is not pulling away from him! Focus, Jay.
Tyson let out a half growl, half moan, sliding his fingers under my shirt. “You’re fecking killing me.” He slipped two fingers into the waistband of his boxers, covering my lower half. My thoughts scattered.
You can focus tomorrow.
Tomorrow’s good.
I grinned and looked up at the underside of his chin before giving it a peck. My actions surprised both of us, and I waited for a jolt of pain, but it never came.
He froze. “Do that again.”
I lightly kissed the spot before sucking some of his skin into my mouth.
He moaned, his hard-on pressed into my back.
With a jerk back to reality, I realized what I was doing.
No, don’t stop. You want this!
God damn it.
I started to move away, but Tyson pulled me back into his chest. “You don’t have to stop.” He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe the mark is fading.” Bending down, he kissed the side of my face. The hard-on pressing into my back wilted, and Tyson yelped, involuntarily squeezing me.
“Maybe not,” he said after catching his breath. “Kiss me again?”
I did, and no zapping occurred.
It’s only one way.
I opened the tablet to type my theory, but my papers were still open, and my earlier anger washed away my joy. Instead of kissing him, I swiped to the end of the document and found a score.
My eyes bugged—eighty-seven out of one hundred.
They’d given me a fucking score? And fake me only got eighty-seven?
I drew a big ‘WTF’ on the screen before looking at him.
He wrapped an arm around my waist. “You’re here to have dragon babies.” Pride filled his eyes. “My dragon babies. I mean, you took the six-month class after your selection. We’re super clear about our expectations. We provide for you, give you a home and a life, and in return, you start popping them out so my race doesn’t die out.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, my clarity from the bathroom returning. I couldn’t live in Betty’s romance. Tyson was not in on my kidnapping. He was a victim in this, just like me. Our current situation wasn’t about me and whatever plot I’d been dropped into. It was about his needs, his mortal future. He didn’t deserve to fall in love with someone who kept him from his goals.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TYSON
Ishifted uncomfortably as Wiggles typed on my tablet. She wrote, and then erased, and then wrote again. I badly wanted to read over her shoulder, but tension coiled her muscles. My t-shirt wrinkled where I pressed it to her stomach, and I smoothed it down.
Wiggles still wore my shirt because her suitcases never arrived. She still couldn’t talk. And I was pretty sure her height was wrong on her sheet. When I assumed a friend filled it out for her, she put her hands up to protest.
The tablet's light blurred as she handed it to me. I had to read the words twice once they came into focus. If my fire had been lit, it would’ve gone dark.
“You can’t get pregnant?” I asked, praying I’d misunderstood.
She typed on the tablet again. ‘I cannot.’
My grip on her stomach loosened, and she slipped off the couch, holding her arms behind her back.
My dragon instincts urged me to touch her again, but I ignored them.
