Purple Smoke

Odessa

The whole next day was spent in bed. I was completely exhausted, and I wasn’t sure how he could keep going. Dragons must have excellent stamina. There would be times I would get an hour's reprieve only to feel his pain through this mating bond and I would immediately wake up to help him. He kept telling me to go back to sleep, but how could I do that when he was suffering so much?

I mean, we weren’t suffering while we ‘did it,’ so I didn’t see the problem. By dawn the next day, the intervals slowed, and we actually slept. I was thankful for the mysterious baskets that continued to show up at the entrance of the cave. More of the witch hazel oils, soothing creams, and medicinal herbs showed up, some of which gave my lady parts a good rest.

Creed would stop and drink a hot tea that smelled like coffee often. When I asked why he was drinking it, since he had never drunk the stuff before, he told me it helped him not put a fledgling in me yet. That sparked