I licked at the delicious V of his hip bones as my hand closed (well, tried to close) around his length. My fingers didn’t meet, but if anyone asked, I wasn’t complaining. “It’s not my fault you filled me with your dragon slut magic.” Fallon’s body shook. “Dragon slut magic?” His thick hair fanned down the sides of his head before brushing against my cheek as he bent forward with laughter.
