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    “That’s what it’s called when you spend.”
    “I’m not allowed. What if they take my books?” What if they took Lem? Jules tried very hard not to panic, but it was becoming difficult not to.
    “They will never know.” Lem didn’t stop, not at all. He just kept pulling, and it got bigger, better.
    “Lem? Lem, my belly...” It felt so tight.
    “Does it feel good, Jules?” Lem’s gaze met his own.
    “I don’t know. I don’t know. Am I sick? I never swelled until you.”
    “You’re not sick. And you make me swell, too.”
    “I do? I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “It doesn’t hurt. Does this hurt?” Lem continued stroking him.
    “No...” No, it felt forbidden, secret. He’d read about the act of mating, but he hadn’t experienced anything like this. He’d been a child when he’d first felt the swelling, and that had been the sign it was time for his medication.
    “Then let me give you this pleasure, Jules.”
    “Pleasure.” He’d assumed it only worked with your own mate and that was why it was stopped if you didn’t have one—to avoid unnecessary acts.
    Lem nodded, smiling at him, looking almost as if he was the one receiving pleasure.
    Jules sighed softly, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. Lem’s tongue echoed his, and the very tip of it flicked across his shaft. Jules’ breath caught, that tiny flash of heat making him sparkle.
    “Jules?” Lem looked up at him, eyes wide.
    “Your tongue.” The pleasure. God, the pleasure. Better even than the hand that stroked him so wonderfully.
    Lem carefully stuck his tongue out again and licked across the top of Jules’ swelling. He whimpered softly, and his legs kicked out restlessly.
    Lem backed off again immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
    “No. No. Please, my heart.” This was not pain, not even close.
    Lem’s nostrils flared, and he made a soft sound. Then he leaned back in to kiss the top of Jules’ shaft, hand squeezing tight around it. A storm built inside Jules, wild and sharp and fierce as Lem stroked and licked him, eyes flashing up to him again and again.
    “Help me.” That was Lem’s lot in life, right? To help him? And surely he needed help with this. It grew bigger and bigger, and he didn’t know what to do.
    “Yes, my prince. Always.” Lem moved his hand faster and wrapped hot lips around the head of Jules’ shaft.
    His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hips slamming up, as a rush of unbelievable energy flooded him. Lem swallowed around his shaft, then began to suck vigorously.
    Jules’ dragon screamed, calling for freedom. Lem kept sucking, as if trying to pull it from him. He jammed his fist in his mouth, trying to force the noises back. The sensations continued to grow.
    For a bright, terrifying second, Jules wavered between his beast form and his human form. Then the pressure exploded from him, pouring from his penis. Lem swallowed and swallowed around him, drinking down every drop that pushed out of him.
    Burning tears escaped him, the sensations too big to hold in. Lem licked him clean, then shifted, moving up to lick the tears from his cheeks.
    “Please don’t cry, Jules. Please.”
    “I’m sorry. Please don’t tell. Don’t tell on me.” He counted on being invisible to survive. This would get him into so much trouble. Maybe they’d take his books and Lem, the thought of losing either too much to bear.
    “Shh, shh, shh. You are mine to save, mine to protect. I will tell no one. And I will fight anyone who tries to hurt you.”
    “I... my dragon wanted out.” Everyone knew that gift belonged to guardians and shamans alone, and shamans were sent out to commune with the gods in the high mountains. Royals were stronger because they could, but never did, let out the winged beasts that lived inside them.
    “I would love to fly with you,” Lem told him, eyes shining brightly.
    “Someone would see. I cannot.” He would be in so much trouble. Perhaps it was even treason.
    “I